The burial ground wasn't far from sight. Kiyoteru's grip loosened on the girl as a tall shred of scrap of metal bent into an upside-down "v" came into view like a lone lighthouse in a great fog. He had used it as a visual landmark every time he transported a corpse, despite the fact he was equipped with maps of the City of Japan. Surrounding him were untitled graves, some the grimy, unhealthy gray dirt still freshly layered on top of the small, hurriedly made tombs. A large stack of metal boxes had been exported from the protected city for 'gravediggers' such as Kiyoteru and some other vocaloids to use as coffins for the departed. There were hundreds of them, dingy, rusted brown in the corners, stacked like cards, piled like hay, some mysteriously lying stray thousands of yards away from the burial ground. Kiyo glanced up at a pile of metal coffins, his hazel eyes frosted like an old oak in winter (though nobody has ever seen an oak tree before). The coffin at the top was wrested so badly it had begun to bend and distort. A glossy black crow perched itself on its open lid, preening his feathers. From what Kiyo's internal systems could identify, there was more organic matter inside the coffin. Fledglings, crow fledglings. Birds were beginning to make nests in the untouched metallic caskets. His eyes brewed with anger. Humans were such lazy, ignorant creatures, dumping poorly made, unmeaningful, ugly metal boxes out into the danger zone. That was there way of showing their appreciation and farewell to the dead.
Disgusting.
A seemingly endless row of perfectly identical rectangular holes in the meshy, crummy earth. Kiyoteru crouched, lying the girl on her back, abandoning the body momentarily to choose a coffin. He pried one from the middle of the largest pile, the other coffins protecting it from acid rain. It glinted silver, even under the dark smoggy skies, almost void of imperfections, other than a few small rusted spots on the side. The pile tumbled, the awful moan and cry of metal against metal polluting the air. Kiyo didn't flinch once, watching briefly as the pile faltered like a great beast, the coffins spreading out over the burial grounds, knocking over other stacks and piles. He didn't bother cleaning up the mess. It wasn't worth it. Exhalinf through his nose, the coffin seemingly weightless in his arms, he turned on his heel, returning to the gravesite. He inched to the edge of the pit he had chosen, gently placing the industrial casket inside, the earth beneath his feet loosening and chunks of ground and soot falling in. The vocaloid picked up the corpse yet again, her body seeming lighter and hollower the longer he dwelled around it. Her stringy bangs had shifted over her eyes. He brushed them away, stroking her air. Like a mother laying her babe in a cradle, he lay her in the metallix box, the the hinges of the lid groaning as he slowly shut it. It was the last glimpse of the dust-bunny skies that pair of unseeing eyes would ever get. He began to scoop dirty black soil in his cupped hands, dropping it into the grave, not slowing until it was completely filled.
The crack of a sniper shattered the silence in the air.
The crows cawed, their wings beating against their chests as the took off, leaving a handful of feathers behind. Kiyoteru turned in the direction of the sound, eyes wide. His system was immediately responding, and soon text and a rotating diagram of the type of gun that had been fired off appeared in his vision. He had seen it before. Who did it belong to? Kiyo checked his energy level, represented in a golden bar. It had risen and replenished a fair amount since he stopped to rest and bury miss Yukiko. He took a deep breath. Something exciting would be up ahead. This would be a refreshing sprint. He walked a few steps. Then, jogged. Soon, his internal pedometer was going off the charts as he took off in a dash towards the sound of the sniper, his energy level wavering. Arms pumping, legs stretching out ahead of him, coat flapping, he had run almost 3/4 of a mile when to distinct pink and one crimson head of hair became visible ontop of a nearby skyscraper. His systems instantly caused his eyesight to zoom in on the three figures. MEGURINE LUKI. MEGURINE LUKA. CUL. Soon, his system was filling up with basic information on the three. Then, he took notice in something less pleasant. His vision tinted red as he system blared "DANGER DANGER DANGER". Minors, a large amount of them, scaling up the side of the building. Convulsing, twitching, bobbing like hideous metal insects.
The three had managed to take out some of the monsters, a few still remaining. Might as well take out the last few for them, make his presence known to the three. Kiyo held out his arm, closing his eyes. "Activate Inventory Weapon MNPF Type-A to left arm..." he muttered. ACTIVATING: MESH_NET PROJECTILE FIREAM, TYPE A, TO LEFT ARM was his system's response. There was a mechanical clank that came from inside him. He silently rolled up his sleeve, exposing the bare, artificial skin. Suddenly, the skin on his arm began to tear, his arm beginning to separate and rearrange. Red, green, and gold rubber wires could be seen through the metal, all zapping and sending signals that directed the changes that were occuring. Soon enough, his arm had completely shifted into a url=http://www.google.com/imgres?q=black+rock+shooter+gun&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&qscrl=1&nord=1&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS460US461&biw=1280&bih=751&tbm=isch&tbnid=hn799f8GXELZzM:&imgrefurl=http://cosplaynewzealand.forumotion.com/t7025-damn-you-black-rock-shooter&docid=gwBcsCAzcMmOSM&imgurl=http://www.notcliche.com/universalstrikers/KyouranKyodai/Images/Figurines/BRS/BRS_Miku_Final_8.jpg&w=500&h=319&ei=a50IULq6GMq2rQG2mM3FBA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=198&vpy=384&dur=2215&hovh=179&hovw=281&tx=109&ty=105&sig=106019554497251715111&page=3&tbnh=135&tbnw=241&start=57&ndsp=31&ved=1t:429,r:19,s:57,i:318]strange, broad gun. An ammo-count untensil appeared in his vision, as well as a status bar determining how each shot affected his energy. Kiyo glanced at his changed arm before pointing it at the towering wall of the skyscraper, eyes narrowed as he looked through the scope. Once he was aimed at a cluster of the minors, he fired, his heels digging into the earth to prevent himself from being blown backwards by the force. There was no bang, no sparks, no smoke, but a black capsule which shot from the barrel of the heavy-duty gun. It seemed to swell as it cut through the air. Moments before it hit the wall, the capsule split open like a pill, expanding and releasing a large, black mesh net. Kiyoteru watched blankly as it sealed over the group of minors, trapping them. "Finish them off..." he called.