Anime One Shots

Claire Stanfield Loses his God Complex and Realizes his Own Mortality

"You sure think that you're something, don't you, you Nancy?" The large man grimaced at the calm man in the trench coat. The black-coated man smirked, masked in shadows.

"Well I mean, I am a god in this world. You can do nothing to me. I go, and everything goes with me. So why don't you back off of me and leave me be right about now?"

The other man made a growling sound, stomping forward. It seemed he was cornering the other. "Look fella' I ain't leaving until I find out who you are!" A slow almost diabolical laugh was heard. "I don't exactly know that at the moment. I've gone by many names. I've been Claire, Vino, Felix, why at some point I guess you could say I was the Rail Tracer!"

The large man snorted. "A scrawny punk like you? You're as much the Rail Tracer as I'm the Queen." The man of no name bowed. "Well then, nice to meet you, your majesty." "Why you little- gah!" The man froze in the middle of his insult as blood began to spurt from his middle. It flowed like a cascading red river.

The man fell to the floor with a heavy thump, showcasing what killed him. A slender woman was behind him, holding a silver dagger. She made no sound, just wiped the knife on the man's clothes and stepped over him delicately.

The man of no name laughed again, but this time it sounded almost humorous. "Nice one Chane, I knew you were a great girl to have around, and not just because I love you!" Chane, as the woman was called, smiled, though only the man could tell. She couldn't speak, therefore he memorized all of even her slightest tendencies. She was his wife of two years after all.

Chane mouthed something. What did you do now Claire? The man of no n- Claire, grimaced. "I told you not to call me that name." Chane frowned. Claire sighed. "I know you like it. But for the record I didn't do anything. This was probably for some job or another I did a few years back. Some people can't let go of old grudges."

Chane smirked, amused by his charm. She opened her mouth but closed it as Claire happily stared at her, his Crimson eyes burning with passion. "Love you too."Chane shook her head, and began to walk away. But something wasn't right.

Claire sensed this, and his heart began beating faster. "CHANE, wait!" He yelled this desperately. As Chane confusedly turned around a figure stepped out of the shadows. Claire gasped when he saw who it was. The man was none other than Ladd Russo.

Ladd tried messing with him a few years back on the Flying Pussyfoot, until he threw Ladd off of the train. Claire had tried to leave him alone since then, besides infuriating his minion Graham. Before Claire could even react Ladd had Chane in a choke hold and her knives on the floor.

Claire took a step forward, growing more furious by the second. Ladd laughed. "No no no, Stanfield. One more step and I'll-" Claire yelled. "You'll what? Blow up the city? Kill civilians?! I don't care as long as i get my wife back! I can just create new ones!" Ladd looked confused. "New what? People? You can't make people? What are you? A nutcase?"

Little did Ladd know that humonculi were prominent in Manhattan. But that was another story for another time.

Claire shook his head amusingly, hoping to confuse Ladd so he could retrieve Chane. "Well I am a god after all. Gods can create people." Ladd laughed. "You really are an idiot aren't you? You're not a god! You're an average joe like me and everyone else in this world! And I'm finally gonna make you pay for the whole train incident. I also heard what you did to my lackey, Graham. That you will also need to pay for."

Chane remained quiet the entire time. She was disarmed, and therefore could not do anything but watch as the two battled it out with words. Claire stepped forward. "Give me my wife. Now. Another word and you'll wish you were never born." Ladd laughed maniacally. "Guess what Stanfield? If you're such a 'god' then why can I do this?"

Ladd whipped out a knife and stabbed Chane in the midsection. She crumpled to the ground without even as gasp of pain as Ladd laughed. Claire kneeled beside Chane, desperately trying to figure out what to do. Chane was losing blood quickly, her eyes blinking slowly.

Claire laughed. "Come on Chane, tell me this is some sort of sick joke. You're always so strong, you can't die like this. Especially not by his hand." When Chane didn't respond Claire began to grow frantic. "Chane this ain't funny anymore! I command you to get up! Get up! Give me one of your tiny smiles and let's go home! I'll even make that soup you like! I'll even clean the floors! Just get up!"

Chane had enough strength to shake her head and mouth 'I love you' before she went unconscious from her blood loss. There was no way she could be saved. The knife punctured her stomach, and caused major blood loss and internal damage.

Claire pulled her up into a sitting position, panicking even more. "See Chane! It's okay! You're fine right? Now let's just go home! Okay?" Ladd laughed, shaking his head. "Guess what buddy? She's dead. I killed her. Now what kind of God can't even save his own girl?"

Claire stood up slowly, forgetting the crisis. He stepped slowly towards Ladd, smiling like a mad man as he cracked his knuckles.

Ten minutes later

Claire left Ladd in a bloody heap on the ground. After literally tearing him limb from limb he stabbed him over and over for good measure. Claire grabbed Chane's knife, and Chane, and calmly walked into the Gandor offices across the street, straight to the back room. Luck Gandor stood up as he saw the bloody Claire walk in.

"Claire, what's going on? What's wrong with Chane?" Claire began to laugh. "It's the funniest thing. Ladd Russo, who I just killed by the way, says she's dead. But she can't possibly be dead. Im a god after all. So this must just be a dream." Maiza, who was sitting on the other side of the room, walked to Chane. He looked her over and turned to Claire. "She is dead Claire, I'm sorry."

Claire started to laugh again, as tears ran down his face. "No no she's not dead! Chane, my Chane, can't die! I would never let her! I'll prove it! Firo, shoot me! Just shoot me! I'll wake up and Chane will be next to me! It'll all be okay and we'll have breakfast and laugh about this! She'll ask me what job I need to do and I'll tell her she can't know for her safety! She'll smile anyway and kiss me! I'll leave and come home and she will be waiting for me, with dinner almost prepared, waiting for me to help!"

Firo was utterly speechless, along with the other men, at Claire's delusional way of dealing with grief. Luck grabbed Claire's shoulder. "Listen Claire, we've been good friends for a long time, so I feel comfortable telling you this. You're... Not a god. I'm not sure what makes you think this but you're not. You're just a regular person like me and everyone else here."

Luck failed to mention that everyone else in the room were immortals. But again, another story for another time.

Claire laughed. "That's a lie! I'm not a mortal! I'm not!" Suddenly Ladd's words came back to him. "What kind of God lets his girl die?!" Claire felt his heart stop suddenly as he sunk to the ground. Instead of laughing he began to cry, not even noticing the tears.

Claire whispered to himself. "How could I let my wife die? I'm human. IM NOT A GOD! I LET CHANE DIE!" One by or the three men left the room, leaving Claire with Chane's body to yell out his grief. "I COULDNT SAVE YOU! WHY DID I LET YOU DIE!?"

In the end, whether he was Claire or Felix or Vino or even the Rail Tracer, the man realized his mortality. He realized that his only happiness in life was dead. And for once in his life, Claire was scared. And for once, he didn't know what to do.

(A/N: man my brain is really depressing at 1:58 am. Sorry for the death of my fave female character. But I wanted to see how Claire would react to losing his God complex and his wife. And as you can see I live for writing ClairexChane stuff at the moment.)