Adventure Twisted Side Story - CRAZZZZY RAT AND HIS CAST OF

[Carthrat]

Carthrat yells back, "Since *YOU* fucking kept sending me to 'Vacation Spots' without telling me the bloody C.I.A had a fucking 'Kill with Extreme Prejudice' warrant on me and you *KNEW* their agent was on the plane!"

[Anastasia]

"I knew you could take out that CIA agent! So what if he packed enough firepower to conquer Luxembourg?" she shouts back. "Besides, didn't you get to loot him afterwards?"

[Carthrat]

"He tore off my arm! I was in fucking intensive care for three months and didn't get a new one until December! You know how much it fucking hurts to get an arm torn off, AND THEN SOMEONE PUTTING A NEW ONE BACK IN WITHOUT ANASTHETIC?"

Carthrat is becoming hysterical..

[Anastasia]

"And WHO GOT YOU THE ARM?!?! AND IT'S NOT LIKE THE CIA IS *THAT* BAD!"

[Carthrat]

"YOU MADE ME PAY FOR THE ARM! Only *AFTER* my bank account was fucking *hacked* and I was drafted into your service for *ANOTHER* year! CAN'T YOU FUCKING TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER? YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE YUKI! YOU DON'T EVEN COME CLOSE!"

[Anastasia]

"I HAD TO PAY FOR THE ARM! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE LIMB RECOVERY *IS*? BESIDES, YOU HAD FUN WITH THE JOBS I GAVE YOU, DAMMIT! Morroco! Seville! Sapporo! Anchorage!"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat's about to shout some more, when he realises something.

"Yeah. Right. It was always like that, wasn't it? There was always some stupid justification. Can't tell if I made it up half the time or not..

I wonder how many I've killed for you? Ever killed someone face to face, Shizue? Ever just ended their life right before your eyes?

I don't think you have, have you?

I'm through with this. Yeah, thanks for saving my life all this time. For whatever it's worth. It's not like it means that fucking much to me anymore.

I'll leave you a cheque. How much? A hundred grand? Two hundred? Sorry, I just don't care anymore."

[Anastasia]

Several emotions pass over her face...

Finally, "Just leave." she says quietly, impassively.

[Carthrat]

Without another word, Carthrat heads for the door...

..keeping an eye on Shizue. It's not like he can trust her anymore..

[Anastasia]

You walk out, the noonday heat of the sun beating down on you.  As the warehouse fades into the backround, you feel deeply drained both in body and spirit.

[Carthrat]

What *was* he doing? What *was* he fighting for?

Shizue Kinomoto. Who the hell was she? Where had he met her, anyway?

That was right. A late friend of his had led him to her.. Shizue Kinomoto, an ambitious little girl who'd just inherited her father's business empire..

The first thing she'd had him do was eliminate her business rival.

Yes. That was it. Five years ago. It'd paid well. And he'd been lonely. Yuki had died only a year ago, and he'd been lonely. So lonely.

That was the excuse, wasn't it?

Lonlieness. Always alone, always just him.

Helplessly, he began to weep.

[Anastasia]

You wander aimlessly, lost in your sorrows.

When you begin to pay attention again, you are in a small cafe.  Decorated in a homey style, it gives a sense of peacefulness.  A cup of hot tea is in front of you, which you vaguely remember ordering.

[Carthrat]

..and at Falx, he wasn't a person, oh no. He was just 'Sailor Ratty Chan!'

Hell, if they'd just called him by his real name. It wasn't the best name, and some people would think it an insult, but it's his name, and he'd be damned if he lost it..

What could he do now? He could retire, probably. 300 grand in US.. yeah, a lot of people didn't make that much in their whole life.

He'd buy a house somewhere, cash in on his investments and live the rest of his life in luxury.

'cept that wasn't luxury at all. It was sheer boredom.

Once, he might've considered a career in sports. But that wasn't much to work off..

Fight? For World Peace? An oxymoron.

It always came back to Yuki, really. When he'd met her, well, it wasn't the best of meetings, to be sure.

But there was something about her. Maybe it was the way she smiled. Maybe it was the way he could talk to her.

Maybe it was the way she weeped every time she killed someone.

Maybe..

He knew he was crying. Him. Carthrat. The man who could wander the world and almost- *almost* shape it to his whim. No man was there he could kill, nothing he couldn't do, he felt.

He kept crying anyway.

[Anastasia]

Tears fall and time slips away from you, little comfort to be found in the flow of time today.

You blink as something shakes you. Looking up, you see a young man in a apron lightly shaking your shoulder.

"Sir, it's closing time. Sir?"

[Carthrat]

Wordlessly, Carthrat slinks outside the store to loof for a public toilet..