Our Worlds Collide
Synopsis: Abused and so malnourished of love. Two stories quite similar, but told by two different people. Shall they find love in each other? Or will they end up self destructing trying to feel something they've never felt before?
I don't own the Soul Eater series or any of the characters. This story is just based on the anime by Atsushi Okubo.
Copyright infringement not intended.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Prologue
After all the games had come to a close, we found that we both lost - our cold, hearts of stone held hostage to love.
But neither one of us knew how to love; we didn't even know the fucking definition of this word so foreign to our dictionaries. We searched long and hard for this thing they called love, between the thin, yellow pages of the black book we both somehow had - but the page containing the word had been torn out long ago. So how do we define something that never existed in our lives before?
We didn't.
It ended up going to the back of our minds along with the other things we never found, locked up in a crate just like our demons were - both waiting for the opportunity to make their return and cause us to become unstable.
We knew what unstable meant though cause we were the definition of it; we fell under the influence of insanity and we went berserk. I never met someone who could peak my level of madness like he did. The monster I become when pushed over the edge, where I'd snap and go wild- but strangely it pulled him in, reeling him deeper as he ran his pink tongue across my sharp blade.
Blood trickled down his tongue and he fed me the copper taste of him, shattering my walls I had up to protect myself from the pain I never felt since I'd became so numb.
I'd push him away from me, trying to recover the fading numbness that use to shield me from the pain; but it never came back. I was feeling again. Pain he brought me but slowly I was had begun to crave for its burning sting. With every smack he served to me, the more I realized that I was changing - but so was he.
Trying to driving the other into a checkmate, not knowing the trump cards we hid up our sleeves. He was my perpetrator, the one who kidnapped my heart and played with my demons as our eyes met. We found ourselves in love with the Stockholm Syndrome, as we dragged out the pleasure for days to come as we confused abuse for love.
The products of our environments we were, the offspring of our parents who we didn't want to be our creators anymore, but we were more than that when we were together. When we were together, we became us and us - didn't give a fuck about status or money or who our parents were.
As we laid under the same moon and stars, fingers interlocked while we were left bare in front of each other. When our worlds finally collided, no longer did we have to hid behind our masks we had on for so long - for we didn't fool each other. We weren't chained to the families we were cursed with at our births - together, we were free to just be ourselves.
But, are we stable enough to keep ourselves sane enough to love? Or will the insanity within kill us both?
When our worlds collide.