Hello people who frequent Fanfiction and fucking rides Sasuke's Dick. We're a new group that is composed of people ...yea So Im more or less the leader. I go by Robert, Rob, or King of all the penises. But anyway this is our first story and it will be the beginning of something great.
It wasn't often Black Star found himself trading blows with a dark version of himself, in fact, this was the only time he could count. It was not only an awkward, but pretty ironic—never before has he had a strong sixth sense like his fellow peers had. That was part of the reason he could always be so confident despite the danger that stood before him…
Little did he know… this wasn't the 'reality' he became accustomed to—he was in his head, it was a dream realm? With no one to confront this dilemma to, the shadow meister would just have to smash this problem himself.
Floating down in a clear world, both sharp eyes became focused on a dark frame representing his own. Flipping forward, Star took the shape of a human ball before kicking his feet out behind him, a strong concentration of his soul crackled and channeled through him before being shot out like a bullet. Only it did not burst out from his palm—the bottom of his sneakers were the toilet for this dump of power; with the environment being similar to the water back in his world, his power was amplified—he shot forward like a torpedo. His eyes widened as he drew closer and his right hand lit up with ambient soul energy. Letting his entire limb become engulfed by his raw power, Black Star smirked menacingly. The dark, shadowy mirror image of himself dropped its arms like a zombie, letting them dangle about as his mouth tore open; his tongue slithered out revealing the Kishin's weapon, Vajira.
Not even a heartbeat later, a large red laser was fired Black Star's way. Alarmed by this, he quickly pondered ways to dodge…but then came to a cocky realization. "You think that I can't take what 'I' dish out, do you?" With a confident grin, the meister opened his mouth wide and swallowed the entire beam, causing minor amounts of his blood to trickle right through his teeth, and onto his lips. Like a wild animal, he roared. The blast was sent back towards the shadow Black Star tenfold, a shock wave overtaking the dense environment the moment the redirected attack hit home, followed by a massive cloud of smoke forming a mushroom shape. "Well was that all 'I' could do? You've got to be kidding me."
Black Star sighed and turned to find his way out of this weird world, but was popped in the shoulders consecutively, forcing him to be pushed back; the bullets making impact didn't tear through him…it could only be one person who would toy with him like that—but before he could look up and see the pitch black frame of Kid, his abdomen was torn off from his skidding legs by a Demon Hunter technique…by Maka Albarn. As his torso flew to the other side of the area, blood gushed out from every possible location, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. As he blacked out, Black Star looked up to see Stein reaching down towards him with a cynical smirk wide on his lips.
That's when he finally woke up sweating. For twenty minutes now, Black Star had held up the lunch line—it was a good thing he didn't drop his chili dog, though. Even if he didn't know what caused him to see these images in his head, or what they meant, Black Star just brushed them aside with a shrug and went to eat with the rest of Spartoi.
Could it be an effect of the madness deep within? Or is another power at hand? Has Black*Star's sixth sense awakened somehow...?