Hey guys! So, I promised myself that when I reached the tenth chapter of Moon Dust, I would post a new story! The thing is, though,that I am having some MAJOR writers block for Moon Dust right now, and haven't posted in months because of it. So... I figured I might as well post this now. Anyways, here it is! Enjoy!
Sane – A Soul Eater Fanfic
Author – duncundog
Summary – Hiro is sick of being the DWMA's errand boy, and one day, he finally snaps. Lord Death is forced to lock him beneath the school, and there his insanity grows. When Hiro is led into another world by a mysterious voice in his head, will he find a place where he truly belongs? Or is it just his imagination driving him further into insanity?
Author's Notes
Normal Story
Character Thoughts
Memories
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Chapter 1 – The Worst Day Ever
Disclaimer – I own no rights to Soul Eater, otherwise Hiro would be in every episode.
BZZZZZ… BZZZZZ… BZZZZZ…
"Ugh…" a groan echoed through the small sunlit room as a hand flopped over to hit the alarm. Fumbling for a moment, it eventually managed to slap the button, silencing the loud buzzing the clock had been emitting.
Blowing a strand of blond hair out of green eyes, the young male occupying the bed emerged from the blankets, groaning as a hand reached up to run its fingers through his hair. Sitting up, he yawned, moving to swing his legs over the side of the bed. The blankets immediately became tangled, and he ended up falling with a loud 'oof!' to the floor. Sighing, he lifted his head from the carpet, blowing his hair out of his eyes again as he turned over, untangling himself and climbing to his feet.
Stumbling across the room, he rubbed his head, groaning as he felt a slight bump forming from his fall out of bed. Stepping into the kitchen, he hopped quickly across the floor, wincing as his bare feet hit the tiled floor. Jumping over to a small bathmat placed in front of the sink, he sighed in relief, sinking his toes into the plush rug.
Opening a cabinet over the sink, he reached for a box of cereal. Stretching slightly to try and pull it down, he cursed as it fell over, the brown flakes scattering across the kitchen floor. Bending over, he managed to salvage some of the cereal, scooping it back into the box. He then crossed the kitchen, once again hopping on the cold floor with a shiver running along his spine, and made his way to a small cleaning closet. Twisting the handle, he yelped a the broom, mop, and a bucket of dirty water and rags all fell onto him, the top shelf of the cleaning closet snapping and dumping bottles of chemically cleaning supplies onto him.
"Ugh!" he groaned, flicking his fingers out at his side to rid them of droplets of dirty, now chemical filled water.
Sighing in exasperation, he grabbed out the broom and dustpan, setting them aside, He then shoved all the other cleaning supplies back into the closet, first using the mop to clean the watery mess that had spread across the floor. Once the supplies were all shoved haphazardly into the small closet, waiting to be opened and dumped upon him another day, he proceeded to sweep the cereal bits into the dustpan, emptying them into the trash afterwards.
Finally finished with cleaning the kitchen, he stumbled over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He twisted the knob on the shower, watching as the water started to shoot from the nozzle above. Stripping out of his soaked pajamas, he stepped into the shower, immediately jumping out a moment later, a high pitched shriek emitting from his throat.
"Dammit," he cursed. "I forgot to pay the heating bill."
Sighing, he jumped back into the shower, quickly washing himself before jumping out with another shiver. Slipping a towel around his waist, he quickly ran a comb through his hair, using a blow dryer to dry it out. Running a hand through his now dry strands of blond hair, he heaved a heavy sigh as he stared into the mirror, observing the purplish black bags under his eyes that showed signs of his troubled sleep.
"Whatever," he mumbled, opening the bathroom door and wincing as a blast of cold air hit him. Clutching onto his towel, he ran for his bedroom, muttering curses as his now wet feet hit the cold tile flooring of the kitchen. Finally reaching his room, he slammed the door behind him, sinking his toes into the crimson red carpet.
Walking to the dresser, he grabbed out his usual attire: a white long sleeve that flared out at the stomach and revealed his milky white skin, red and black plaid skinny jeans, and a loose black tie. Throwing on the clothes, he then started with the accessories, taking them from the top of the dresser. He first strapped on his silver studded black choker, then three circular pins on the left side of this shirt. Finally, he grabbed his low top, slip-on white sneakers, pulling them on before heading back into the kitchen.
"Right, the cereal," he muttered, heading towards the counter.
He grabbed a bowl from the drying rack next to the sink and poured the remaining cereal from the box into it. He then turned towards the fridge tugging open the door and bending over slightly to peer in. That was when he remembered something very important.
"Ugh, I forgot to buy milk!"
Slamming the refrigerator door shut, he groaned, pouring the cereal back into the box and dumping the bowl into the sink. He shoved the box back into the cabinet and then glanced over at the digital clock on the stove.
"I'll just eat later," he sighed, realizing that school would be starting soon. If he didn't leave now then he'd be late.
Grabbing his bag off of a kitchen chair, he slung it over his shoulder, groaning when he heard the sound of multiple items hitting the floor. Turning to look over his shoulder, he sighed at the sight of the contents of his bag lying spread across the kitchen floor. The bottom of his bag had given out.
"Dammit!" he swore, throwing his now useless bag onto the table as he knelt down to collect the items. Struggling to hold the load in his arms, he then stumbled out the door, just barely managing to lock the apartment behind him.
Muttering in irritation, he slowly made his way down the hall, struggling to see over the massive stack of books. Taking another step, he shouted in surprise when his foot hit nothing but air. Falling forward, he tumbled down the stairs, his belongings flying everywhere around him. Coming to a crashing halt at the bottom of the stairs, he groaned in pain, clutching his now throbbing head, which still hurt from his fall earlier that morning. Picking himself up off of the ground, he recollected his things, storming out the front door.
"Great, this day couldn't get any better," he muttered sarcastically, stomping his way down the street. Suddenly, a cab drove by, splashing up a huge amount of muddy puddle water onto the angry teen and his stack of textbooks. "What the-? UGH!" he shouted angrily, shaking his now dirty hair out of his face. "Why?!"
Hiro sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day as he slammed shut his locker door, already having deposited his beaten and muddy textbooks inside. He glanced down at his clothes, scoffing in disgust at the mud splattered across his white shirt. The world just wasn't in his favor today.
"Hey, Hiro!" Two male students suddenly appeared in front of him, both larger and more muscly then him. "We need you to get us some snacks!"
"What? But, I just-," he was quickly cut off by the students.
"Come on, Hiro! Only you can do this, man!" they urged him on, firmly placing their large hands onto his shoulders as if giving him an important mission.
"Only me?" he repeated. He knew of course that they were just trying to lure him, but he also knew that if they wanted, they could easily knock his lights out. "Yeah, okay."
"Sweet! Thanks dude!" they exclaimed, sending him wide grins. He smiled back nervously before walking away, mentally counting the money he still had on him. It wasn't a lot, and he needed to make sure he would still have enough to buy lunch later that day.
"Oomph!" He suddenly crashed into somebody, feeling their rock hard chest slam against him and send him stumbling backwards.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a deep and gruff voice barked.
Blinking, Hiro looked up, matching the dark brown eyes of the person who stood before him. The boy was tall and extremely well-muscled, with his dark brown hair shaved into a buzz cut. He had tan skin that made Hiro appear pale in comparison, and his left ear appeared to have been pierced multiple times with gold and silver studs and earrings. Overall, he was a very scary looking student.
"I think you're going to have to apologize to me, punk," the boy spat, lifting Hiro by the collar and bringing him only inches from his face.
Hiro stared at the student, not sure how to react. Should he try and run? Fight? Beg for mercy perhaps?
"Give me all your money," the larger boy snickered, his saliva flying in small drops to cover Hiro's face.
"Can you please not spit on me?" Hiro asked, forgetting for a moment that the other boy was in fact threatening him.
"What was that?" the boy growled, tugging Hiro even closer, his rank breath choking the smaller blonde.
"I asked if you could please stop spitting on me," Hiro said slowly and clearly, as if speaking to a 5-year old.
"Why, you little-!" the boy shouted, drawing back a clenched face and glaring intently at the blonde boy that he still held in the air before him.
Hiro watched as the fist came towards him, the world seeming to slow to an impossible pace as his mind raced back to the events of his day. He saw the blankets, the cereal, the cleaning supplies, the shower, the milk, the stairs, the taxi, the two boys, and then he saw further back. He saw Excalibur and his fellow students. He saw his lack of money, sleepless nights, failed tests, and relentless bullying. Then it went even further, going farther back to before he had even come to the DWMA. He saw his mother walking out the front door, never to return. He saw his father, drunken to the point of being wasted, stumbling into the room with a reddish tint in his cheeks, an angry scowl upon his chapped lips. He watched in the back of his mind as his father slapped him for the hundredth time, calling him useless and disobedient. He replayed the night that he had finally run away from home, back when he was fourteen, and then watched as he ran through the streets, soaked to the bone and starving, searching for anywhere that he could possibly call home. Then it all repeated as his mind whirred forward to the moment that he had joined the academy, and the torture had begun. Finally, he saw every single day that he had spent at the DWMA, being taunted and mocked by the students and teachers while simultaneously acting as their personal errand boy. That was when he realized that maybe… he's finally had enough.
The boy's fist came flying towards Hiro's face, but he was in for a surprise when instead of slamming into the blonde's nose, the smaller boy had instead caught it. Suddenly, the tables had turned, and now the boy had lost his grasp on the blonde, stumbling backwards as he was shoved into the wall.
Looking up, he suddenly felt terrified. The blonde standing before him didn't appear to be the same as before. His nervous frown had transformed into a sadistic smirk, spreading across his face in a frighteningly wide grin. The pupils in his green eyes had slightly dilated, and a small chuckle was emitting from the lips of the smaller boy. Stepping forward, Hiro laid his hand onto the boy's face, grasping it and pulling forward slightly to lift it from the wall. He then slammed it back, laughing as a sickening crack resounded from it.
"AHHHHHH!" the student screamed, feeling the back of his skull hit against the concrete wall. The pain was only made worst by the sadistic laughing of the boy who had inflicted the injury.
"How does that feel, huh?! Who's the punk now?!" Hiro screamed, slamming the boy's head into the wall again and listening gleefully to the agonizing scream that resulted.
Slamming the boy's head into the wall again and again, Hiro continued to laugh, his joy only increasing as he watched a thick crimson liquid drip down the white walls from the spot where he had been repeatedly hitting the boy's head.
"You think you can take my money?!" Slam. "You think you can hurt me?!" Slam! "You think that I am your slave?!" Slam! "YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN CONTROL ME?!" SLAM!
Hiro dropped the boy, feeling the body go limp in his hand. The brown haired boy slid down the wall, blood leaking from his head and forming a puddle on the ground.
"Well think again," Hiro muttered darkly, slamming his foot into the boy's head for the last time.
By now a crowd had gathered, everyone standing in shocked silence as they watched the gruesome scene unfold before them. Some of the boys gaped while the girls covered their mouths with their hands. A few students passed out at the sight of the blood, while others looked away with tears in their eyes. None dared to speak.
Hiro stood in the center of it all, his hands clenched at his sides. He shook with anger, his mouth twisted into a scowl and his entire body trembling. Slowly, he began to calm down, his senses flowing back into him. After a few moments he became aware of his surroundings, wondering what had happened. Then he remembered.
He stared down at the limp body of the student lying before him, his eyes wide. Slowly, he lifted his hands, examining his bloody palms with still wide eyes.
"I-I killed him," he stuttered.
A/N – Hey guys! So like I said before, I had been planning to post another fanfic when I reached chapter 10 of Moon Dust. (If you haven't read Moon Dust yet, and you are a fan of Fairy Tail, then please check it out!) So here is my latest fanfic, this time a Soul Eater one! And I'm sorry, I know this seems a little crazy right now, but it is kind of supposed to be. I wanted to do something more creative, and I also wanted to use Hiro as the main character, since I believe the last time I checked, there are only nine completed stories on all of fanfiction with Hiro listed as a character. It's kind of sad, so I'm writing this to help make up for it. :)
Word Count: 2129
So that's basically it. See you guys next chapter! I love you all~! :3