Once a bullet pierces your head you cannot act, time stop as it paints Ziel's gray life with crimson. Steady as it goes, a perfect aim because it is so close, like his dream that he kept on chasing and continues to veer away from him.
A momentary silence feeds the air.
As Ziel glance, fading from the reality's clutched aura.
May and Fattsoi's voices were weakening.
Naked, with a towel lying in the ground...as their smile fills the seemingly unpleasant Econo room.
"I see, they have obtained my pants. I still have money in my wallet but I cannot move and it feels light. It feels pleasant."
May then got Ziel's wallet as she was disgusted concerning the sum it had.
"His d*ck has more essence than his wallet. Wish I could have seen its sheer hardness."
May sighed.
Fattsoi's laughter was heard all over the room and said, "Money is money."
"Time to head out then."
May interrupted, "Inform the owner so that it is safely disposed of."
"Will do."
Fattsoi went downstairs.
Ziel as turned out to be an existing thin air stared at them leaving and went down passing every contraption the wall has to offer.
Upon seeing the owner and the girl at the front desk of the cheap motel disposing his body, the curious front desk girl sucked his earthly weapon.
"And this has to happen upon my death?"
"F*ck this world."
A laughter was heard somewhere as a woman veiled in shadows lingers.
*Are you perhaps the new member of the Oda family? I cannot continue to work because it seems that the tasks went double. So, welcome.*
Anur received a text and a missed call.
Ziel was inside a dream.
'A dream created and a woman whose face I knew but cannot remember it. 8:50 am before I woke up in the alarm at 8:51 am on the 3rd of December.'
'A dream about Japan when a war about something is happening, locals asking for items and I said nandemonai and they stopped asking and they said gambatte and daijoubu. I just remembered the way to Osaka district. Places I've never been before in this age.'
"Laughable is it not Ziel?"
"How many of them have you penetrated with your remaining funds? If I have the body I will try the ever-gracious offerings of lust, but the crawling chaos of whom I serve bears no response of me having a lustful body yet copied an image her. And what's the sound of a piercing bullet? SKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!! Right?!"
"I believe you are not the may earlier."
The woman shrugged and stared with gleaming red eyes and said "Perhaps."
"Unfinished matters."
Ziel said and sighed.
"There are things I wanted to say.
And it seems it's just away.
It wasn't that far,
or even close,
but even so, please stay.
I really do not understand these lapses,
Within a synchronized war.
I've affirmed it.
They are spaces,
to be filled,
to be wasted,
to be destroyed.
It always remains the same.
I'm lost.
And it was then,
an unfinished matters at most."
The woman began to question Ziel.
"So what? It doesn't even pose a great concern right?"
"Well in my case, I feel that a wild outburst of emotions of how I was in love with science when I was in grade school, especially at magnetism. I even dreamed of becoming a scientist back then, and so numbers became my enemy."
"Math is so hated back then right?"
"You knew?"
"I was one of the observers."
"Let's keep it simple, you can call me the concealed one."
"I'm dead right?"
"Of course, dear."
Maybe Ziel found the signs earlier and just shrugged it off. An intentional fallacy occurred when he saw those signs "..." as using a different medium to test if the end justifies the means until the unexpected day came and silence gradually permitted it.
"To prove something that is unproven to the naked eye, entitled as suffering? That's Jesus' cross right?"
"So, I really don't know what is that, but I bet it is Ms. Patricia!"
Upon those words, the concealed one laughs at Ziel's face.