Katawa Yandere - The Entire Lilly Route - Part Gaiden

Gaiden (Misha vs. Lilly battle)

Facing Misha, you return her mournful sigh, feeling perhaps the merest twinge of remorse for what must be done.
It didn’t have to be like this… If only you had reached out to her…
Then maybe… just maybe…
She could have been saved.
But such thoughts are baggage. Your quest for true love cannot be halted here.
In the forest grove, the sounds of battle echoing all around you, the four of your face each other in stillness.
For a moment, your visage forms a sad smile… and then hardens into your battle-expression.
“Hanako! On Shizune!” You cry, whirling your twin weapons about the air.
Your faithful knight squeezes your hand and whispers softly. “Lilly…”
And with that, she vanishes, homing in on the dark president.
The ground beneath Misha’s powerful legs explodes as she kicks off it, the deadly force of her Gae Drills enveloping her clenched fists to form a set of gyrating lances.
Bringing the full might of her malevolent power to bear, she charges you.
Shattering the earth beneath her with the force of her legs, the Drill Knight closes the gap between you in the blink of an eye.
“WAHAHA!” She bellows her battle-cry as her demonic lance zooms in on your heart.
“!!!” Trusting your instincts, you hurl yourself straight back, recognizing the futility of trying to counter such an onslaught.
Using ever ounce of strength in your body, you blast backwards as Misha's evil lance rushes in.
The Drill rips through the empty space where your body was, narrowly managing to miss you.
Suddenly, you feel as if a flurry of razors has struck you as the gale encircling Misha’s weapon tears over you, shredding your Yukata as it sends you hurdling through the air.
You’re blown clean out of the small grove and crash to the ground, skidding to a halt and frantically trying to rise.
Wincing in pain, the sound of ‘WAHAHA!’ echoes through your mind.
Misha is already smashing through the trees, her horrid pink lances blasting apart the space around her in she readies another chivalrous charge.
You grit your teeth, whirling your scimitar about and bringing your needler to bear on the charging knight.
[Meanwhile]
Just outside of Shizune’s field of vision, Hanako melds out of the shadows and mercilessly blasts a barrage of holy gunfire directly at her chest.
Narrowing her eyes, Shizune thrusts out her arm, weaving the incantations for a spell as signs with her hand.
An azure shield phases out of the air, deflecting the attacks with a loud series of explosions.
Hanako charges in, whirling her pistol around at odd angles, trying to sneak a shot past the barrier, but every one is deflected as the protective charm flies through the air to intercept her attacks.
Shizune, already weakened from channeling her demonic energy for too long, coughs up a fair amount of blood as she delves within her evil tome.
“!!!” She makes a snapping motion and a hail of daggers fly out, zeroing in on the approaching Hanako.
Caught off-guard, she flings herself to the side, weaving through the deadly volley as she hurdles away, then-
“EEA!” She breathes a muffled scream as a flying dagger slashes her thigh as she tumbles down. Another on clips her shoulder.
But she’d managed to survive.
Recognizing this attack was a failure, glares at the StuCo leader and phases back into the shadows.
Clutching her dark tome, Shizune stares at the now-vacant spot, panting slightly.
[Meanwhile]
The fairgrounds have devolved into a chaotic melee-a-trois as Miki leads to Regal Cripple Army in a battle against the demonic hordes, crying out funneling orders to direct the insidious Lancer-Evo.
The King’s chariot flies through a quickly-opening gap as Natsume shoots a mystic gaze inside at the driver.
Paralyzed momentarily, Hiseaki is unable to move as the vehicle smashes through a festival booth and pancakes the demons behind it as he plows back into their ranks.
A demon’s body plasters itself across the windshield, momentarily blinding him until he can regain enough of his senses to fumble for the windshield-wipers.
Suzu remorseless drop-kicks a demon and sprays out a 360º barrage of shotgun fire as she becomes encircled.
Natsume falls in behind her and burns out an escape route for the girl with her cursed eyes.
“Miki! The Forrest!” The heterochromic girl cries out. “The summoning seals are there!”
Miki smashes a demon down and Suzu slide in alongside her, shooting it in the face.
Breathing heavily, she raises her sword, rallying her frontward unit. “On me! Charge!”
And with that, Saki, Natsume, Naomi, Suzu, and the survivors of the frontal assault team rally behind their bloodthirsty captain and charge the demonic ranks.
[Meanwhile]
Back in the clearing , you blast your needler at the Drill Knight as she hurdles in at you, kicking up debris in her wake.
The gyrating pink drill around her fist expands with a lightning-fast rapidity, blowing aside the armored needles with a loud series of chiming sounds.
You lunge to the side as you reverse the polarity and summon the needles around to her back.
“WAHAHA!” Misha laughs as she twirls around, the protective spiral of evil hair now enveloping her entire body.
Every needle is deflected by those demonic drills.
The ground explodes as Misha smashes back down to it and kicks off, basting in on you in the blink of an eye.
You slide your feet into a firm, low stance, and execute a powerful braced slash of your scimitar, meeting Misha’s evil attack with a mighty blow of your own.
As the scimitar of madness collides with the drill-lance, the air explodes with demonic energy.
The atmosphere takes on the texture of steel.
It feels as through your arm might break.
The scimitar, fueled by the holy power of Scotland, just barely manages to parry the attack. The gale blasts you backwards, but you manage to keep your footing as the dark wind bruises and cuts your skin, shredding your Yukata.
You gnash your teeth as you brace through the secondary wave.
Suddenly, you register Misha sliding in on you in a follow-up attack, raising her other drill as she laughs her joyless battle-cry.
[End meanwhile]
Unable to deal with Misha’s savage attack in such rapid succession, you take a gambit and fire your hail of needles into the center of Misha’s deadly spiral and scissor your scimitar in behind the barrage in an upward slash.
An explosion of dark energy, combusting air, and cacophonous noise blows you both apart.
You tumble to the ground while your drilled foe slides back, her feet tearing deep ruts in the earth.
“WAHAHA!” She bellow as she raises her lances and blasts out a hail of unholy-hair-glitter projectiles at you.
At least fifty… you can’t block them all…
Narrowing your sightless eyes, you lock your needler forward and slink into a low stance.
You shoot your hail of needles directly into Misha’s, countering her barrage with one of your own.
A series of sharp pangs echo through the devasted clearing as your projectiles ricochet off each other, shredding the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, Misha barrels through the devastation of the barrage and hurls her lance out with a speed you though impossible.
You slink to the side, but this time it clips your shoulder, shredding your flesh and blasting you off into the distance as if a rag-doll.
Your needler comes out of your hands as you fly through the air and smash into the base of a tree.
The living wood shatters along with some of your bones as you crash to a halt in a barrage of splinters.
The shock blows through your body.
You feel your muscles tear.
You taste blood…
Just a glancing attack… but with such force... and such dark energy…
The Drill Knight skips into the clearing and brings her powerful lance smashing down on your fallen weapon, shattering it.
Broken and beaten, you fall back in awe… and sorrow…
Misha begins skipping towards your damaged frame as you lie against the shattered tree.
“My… my… This… is how it ends?” You mumble with an odd serenity.
‘Do you want it to?’ A voice echoes through your mind as if in response.
You freeze.
That dark voice… A monotone raspy voice... The voice of madness, bleeding through your weakened mental barriers...
Rin.
‘It doesn’t have to be that way, you know.’ It echoes through you.
Dimly, you feel the madness of Rin… The barrier between your souls…
Rin’s insane power to create… And your charismatic ability to reach out…
The hand and the arm…
Two pieces that could fit together to form a perfect weapon.
You grit your teeth as you contemplate the seal between your souls…
And the Knight in Pink advancing on you.
You sense the tempest of madness on the other side of you cordoned soul.
With a light sigh, you smile softly, realizing what you must do.
You grasp the conceptual seal on between your soul of light and Rin’s of darkness.
“No choice then…” You say with a smile.
This is the price you have to pay for your love.
So you’ll accept whatever is necessary.
Armoring yourself with the holy power of the British monarch, you grasp it and shatter the barrier.
Instantly, the world explodes in a torrent of unknown sensations and screaming.
Horror washes over you as your mind is forced through the convoluted mentality of Rin.
Your fused minds vie for control of your soul.
The horrors of Rin flood your mind, the despair this girl sequestered throughout her life.
You feel whatever remained of your morality wash away beneath a surge of questions.
The red haired girl smiles slightly in your mind’s eye.
This world of madness…
This environment cannot support life, yet here she stands.
Amongst this hell, the mad girl strides forward to claim your soul…
No.
You will ‘not’ relinquish yourself.
In a haggard voice, you speak. “I… Lilly Satou… As the true monarch of the Britons… WILL. NOT. FALL.”
And with that, you seize the power of your charisma and send it surging into the mind of Rin.
Those green eyes widen in shock as the unknown energy envelops her.
“This mind is mine… This soul is mine…” You say, feeding your holy power through the conduits of Rin’s madness.
You smile weakly. “And even if your soul compounds it… ‘I’ shape my own fate.”
And with that, you smash the holy power of the Scotland into Rin’s mind, eradicating her completely.
Her eyes as she falls to your charisma are a simple mild state of shock as she curiously feels the unknown sensation of personal connection for the first and last time.
And then all ends.
The now-visible world floods into your mind and you perceive the Drill Knight charging in to finish you.
In a state of serenity, you rise to your feet, barely feeling the pain of your injuries anymore.
The strength of your fused souls floods to your fingertips.
‘Reality Marble: Unlimited Artworks’ isn’t usable.
Unsurprisingly, you and Rin have different internal realities.
You grasp the power of madness and extend it outwards into the world of reality.
So what you have to do instead is use this strength to carve out something even better.
“Trace, on.”
Through Rin’s powers, a tremendously detailed concept sketch of a shield appears in your mind’s eye.
“Trigger, off.”
For the material, you channel the holy porcelain of the Satou family.
“Set.”
Misha barrels in on you as you weave your powers together.
“Porcelain Blade Works.”
A perfect duplicate of the sacred shield Svalinn, forged a gleaming holy porcelain is carved out of reality in the line of Misha’s attack.
She doesn’t back down and swings her drill directly into your defense.
An explosion erupts through the clearing as her lance strikes the shield of the sun.
Beneath the demonic fury of the lance, it shatters, but serves its purpose of breaking the enemy’s charge.
Not wasting any time, you cast about for your next move.
Porcelain, which is essentially glass, can hold a keener edge than metal, but it’s far more brittle.
As your newfound power reflects this nature, each weapon you project will break after only one use.
But for that singular use… Its power may actually surpass that of the original.
Smiling, you extend your arm and conceptualize a rain of sacrificial Aztec daggers.
The noble phantasm breathes life into them almost immediately and a storm of porcelain blades smashes into Misha’s drill-defenses.
The air seethes with dark energy and glistens with white shards as your attack shatters against the power of the Drill Knight.
Breaking through your attack, Misha skids out and fires her dark needles at you.
You counter by materializing a storm of Artemis’s moonbeam arrows.
They blast into Misha’s barrage, breaking the attack.
Using the perceptive strength of Rin’s soul,
Not wasting any time, you call forth Rhongomiont, the spear of King Arthur, and send it flying at your foes before she can recover.
This weapon, charged with the holy power of the Britons, blasts through her defense and pierces her shoulder, producing a pained cry as she’s blown back.
You rush forward to pursue, abandoning you now-useless cane-sword.
And then stop dead.
Misha rises, whimpering, but no less determined as she pulls out the shattered lance.
“Wah… ha… ha…” She breathes as she invokes the secret power of the Gae Drills.
The final power she had awakened when she had intaken the demonic legacy in despair a year ago…
She breathes quietly and focuses the power of her drills.
The pink energy permeating Misha’s hair is channeled off onto her arm and rages about the limb in a tempest of magical energy.
Her hair returns to its former straight, light-brown state as she focuses her energy into the Drill of Longinus.
You skid to a halt, taking in the unfathomable energy of the weapon.
Casting about for a defense, you find… nothing.
Even Rin’s creativity can offer no shield against that attack.
So then…
You need a surefire kill before she reaches you.
But what?
Misha smashes off the ground, her hair billowing behind her as she raises the unstoppable attack.
Your heart beats wildly as you channel the madness, searching for something… anything…
“!!!” You gasp.
A bow, unfathomable in beauty, surges to your mind.
You have no idea what it is.
It just… feels ‘right’.
That’s all you need.
You extend your hand and grasp the porcelain bow as it materializes before you, summoning a single divine arrow to notch.
“A blind archer”’ You muse to yourself as Misha draws in on you with the reflexes of a predatory beast.
You’re going to do something you can’t.
Just because you can.
Both of your attack have no defense.
You will both die.
It matters little.
With a serene smile, you release your bolt as Misha brings her sacred drill in for a kill-shot.
Your divine arrow and Misha’s sacred thrust close in…
Closer…
The air ignites from the radiated energy of the two attacks.
Closer…
Determination steels the hearts of both you and Misha.
And then-
You blows don’t cross and instead strike each other tip-to-tip.
An explosion of holy power destroys the clearing around you.
Not willing to die since that would limit your ability to be with Hisao, you sacrificed a surefire kill for the infinitesimally small chance of shot at the very center of Misha’s lance.
It worked.
The two unstoppable attacks meet and annihilate each other.
However, since yours was a fired bolt, you were removed from the clash, while Misha, holding the lance, is spiritually skewed by the incredible backlash.
A wave of power washes over the clearing as you gnash your teeth, bearing the damaging radiance.
After a moment of agony, the torrent subsides.
As the field about you burns in a sea of white fire, Misha’s body goes limp and slams into the earth barely a step away from you.
Breathing heavily, in a state of utter mental exhaustion, you gaze down on her.
Her now-purified hair offers no flutters softly in the updraft and her golden eyes are glazed in shock.
But somehow, incredibly, she’s still breathing.
Even after an attack like that…
It’s unbelievable… But there it is.
Only Misha’s monolithic tolerance for suffering could have saved her.
But only barely.
The battle is over.
You stand over Misha’s still form as the battleground returns to silence, save for the crackling of the flames.
With an impassive gaze, you considering executing Misha for a moment, but then lower your arm.
“It’s done.” You tell her in a calm tone of voice.
Misha can’t reply, or even give any indication that she hears you, but you’re sure she does.
You kneel and stroke her hair... It's actually rather soft...
You smile at her. "It's ok."
Just as her hair has now been purified from the evil of her drills, she is no longer marked as your enemy.
As the monarch of Scotland, you pardon her for the crimes she committed in the name of love.
It’s not as if they were somehow worse than yours, after all.
You smile down at her as you rise. “If you want to know where to go next…” You suggest. “Seek out the King of Spirits.”
And with that, you depart.

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Appendix – Akira’s pastebin and links

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igXVIc75Crw&feature=youtube - Title Screen
http://pastebin.com/u/Akira333 - Akira’s pastebin
http://pastebin.com/iPPe6sBr - Katawa Yandere - Lilly Route pastebin
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Katawa%20Yandere - The Specialty /tg/ Archive