Deicated to my own little Vash and Midvalley. All of his melodies had the same effect on his audience, but like any artist had his favorite painting, so did Midvalley have a favorite little ditty of death.

An unholy alliance. ::Crossover::

What happens when everything you thought to be true was a lie? How much can someone endure before they break? One shot, dark fic. Edited 6.17.06