JustACountdown321: Hi everybody! So… I gave up a little on my other fanfics because they got too fluffy, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm making up for it by writing dark, lemony shit instead. It's still SoulxStar (I can't. stop. the SoulxStar~). I guarantee at least one OC. I'll try to update as quickly as humanly possible, but I am a very lazy person and you'd think that it would be easier during summer, but I'm even lazier now than ever. I need help T^T'

WARNING: yaoi/lemony goodness and swears (oh noes…)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters.


Soul's POV:

I hate babysitting.

While everyone else at the DWMA gets to go on lavish vacations, I'm stuck at home, babysitting my nephew. It's not that I don't like him, but I'd much rather go on a shopping date with Maka and her creepy-ass dad, than spend my entire break watching my brother's kid. Even my brother is going on a cool vacation.

But I can't do anything about that because the kid's already here.

Callen. Callen Evans. My big brother Wes' three-year-old kid. If it wasn't for his crimson eyes and immediate talent for music, you'd never guess he was related. His hair was blonde and messy, and his teeth weren't sharp like mine or Wes'. Hopefully he doesn't have any weapon blood in him; I don't think he'd be up for the harsh realities of the world. He cries when animals get close to him and when strangers (and friends) smile or approach him. When Wes left him here, I smiled nervously at him and he had a nervous break-down.

This is going to be a long break.


Callen had gone to bed sniffling, after much persuasion and possibly some reaper magic (Kid taught me). It was only 8:00pm, but I was already exhausted.

I collapsed onto the couch prepared to never move from that spot again, remote in hand, and snacks to my right, but the doorbell rang and I instantly cursed whichever asshole was bothering me after one of the shittiest days of my life.

I stood up, grumbling about nothing and shuffled my way to the door, wondering who could still be home irritating me instead of on vacation. My hand was inches from the door when it flew open, slamming into my face and possibly breaking my nose.

"Son of bitch!" I swore, hoping Callen didn't hear me. I stumbled backwards, tripping over the coffee table and landing on it, breaking it in half. I landed with a grunt and was immediately greeted by a cloth over my mouth and nose. I was too disoriented to see the guy looming over me, chloroform pressed to my face. I tried to change my arm into a scythe, but failed miserably as I fell into unconsciousness.

Before I blacked out, I heard a shriek and glanced up to see Callen standing in the doorway, clutching his blanket. My mind went into a panic and I prayed that the attacker would leave him alone. My last thought was that Wes was going to kill me and I passed out hearing Callen call for me.


I awoke in a blank room with one window and a door, lying on a dirty mattress in the corner. I sat up groggily, clutching my head and trying not to vomit. I couldn't remember anything that had happened or how I got here. I gasped remembering Callen and looked around to try and find him, my heart stopping when I didn't see him.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to calm myself down before I broke. I tried to assess the situation.

I've been kidnapped. No one knows I'm gone and no one is going to know until Wes or Maka return home. At the moment, I have no idea if Cal is safe or not. He's not here so that could mean two things: the attacker didn't go for Cal and left him back at my house or Cal is here somewhere, going ballistic. Or he's dead.

I felt bile rise in my throat at that thought and had to bite down on my lip to keep from puking.

I breathed out a sigh of frustration and stood up, my head throbbing from the chloroform. I looked around the room and took note of everything I saw, which wasn't much. My drug-addled brain's first impression of the dismal room seemed to be as accurate as possible, seeing as there weren't even cobwebs in the corner. I examined the ceiling and noted that there weren't any cameras, which was pretty stupid considering I am a weapon and could easily break out of here if I wanted to. I looked back at the window and saw that there were bars on it and all I could see was the sky. No distinguishable features…

I gasped as I heard the lock on the door open and ran back to the corner with the mattress, pretending to sleep. I heard whoever it was enter and look around, before I felt their eyes rest on me. I tensed, hoping they didn't notice. I clutched my hand, preparing to turn it into a weapon if I needed. The person walked over to me and I lunged, hoping to catch them off guard. They caught my wrist and I felt a bolt of electricity run through me. I screamed, falling back onto the mattress. I heard them chuckle and glared up at the person.

They were no older than I was and possible a few inches taller. Their hair was baby blue and shape like a star, which would've been hilarious if their face was twisted into an evil smirk. He was wearing an orange sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts, both showing off his strong arms and legs. His face was creeping me out with that grin there, but his eyes caught me off guard. They were playful and full of light; a strange green color.

My body was still trembling from the shock, but I managed to sit myself up, still glaring at the boy in front of me. His smirk never left his face and it just made me want to hit him again. I stared at my hand, wondering why it didn't transform when he spoke.

"Your weapon powers are blocked." He said, his voice surprising me because it didn't really go with his look.

I coughed, noticing a bit of blood coming up, and looked at my arms again. There was a strange band around each wrist that I hadn't noticed before. I willed my arms to transform and wasn't too surprised when they didn't. I growled and spat a bit of blood at him, hoping he'd take offense.

"Who the fuck are you and why did you take me." I spat, venom lacing each word.

He smiled at me, like he knew that would be my response. "I am the great and powerful Black Star! The world's greatest assassin and meister!" he spun in a circle and held up two fingers like his name was supposed to mean something to me, which it didn't, until I noticed the star tattoo on his shoulder and paled.

"Y-you're part of the Star Clan… that league of thieves and murderers…" I whispered, hoping it wasn't true. He smiled at me before nodding his head, my blood running cold.

"Yep! And I've taken you because my family is trying to kill you." He added.

"Wait! What!" I stammered my confusion clear on my face.

"Yeah. My family is trying to kill you." He said as if that would make everything clearer.

I stood up, getting angry. "Yeah, you said that, but WHY!?"

He raised his hand and I noticed sparks dancing across his fingers. I stepped back and stood against the wall, his hand moving closer. He took one finger and placed it on my forehead, causing me to freeze where I stood out of fear.

He locked eyes with me. "I don't know why, but I don't want you dead. Got it?" he growled at me, his face becoming immensely scarier with his growing rage. I felt like I should've backed down, but he was pissing me off.

I slapped away his hand on my forehead and shoved him away from me, his face showing he was startled. I smirked inwardly, before remembering that he had the upper hand here. I almost regretted doing that, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"If your family is trying to kill me, why do you not want me dead?" I asked, daring him to lash out. He looked conflicted for a second and I took it as a chance. I punched him and ran for the door, hoping he left it unlocked with him still in here. I made it to the door and turned the handle, throwing it open, before I was yanked back by my hair and it was slammed closed. I let out a cry as the grip on my hair grew tighter, Black Star obviously pissed that I tried to escape. He pulled me back towards the bed, my cries worsening as his grip grew harsher. I was thrown against the wall and his arm immediately slammed against my chest, knocking the wind out of me. My vision grew blurry. He was definitely strong. One arm was used to pin me to the wall and his other reached up and grabbed my chin.

I felt tears fall down my cheeks against my will. I never cried in front of others, and I never cried out of fear. When my vision cleared, I was staring straight at Black Star, his face inches from mine. He looked full of rage and I was honestly scared for my life. I thought he was going to shock me again.

"Do you wanna know why I decided to save you?" he murmured, his tone angry.

I gulped. "I-I d-do…"

He smirked and I froze, the tears still falling. He continued to stare, the smirk not dropping for a second, and I started to panic.

"P-please, w-whatever it is you want, just t-tell me-"

He crashed his lips against mine and I tensed up. I tried struggling, but his arm was firmly holding me against the wall. His lips pushed against mine with more force and I was struggling not to cry out. I felt his tongue press against my lips, trying to deepen the kiss. I shook my head, shutting my eyes and trying to get him off me. I heard him growl and he suddenly bit down on my lip. I cried out, my mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in. My eyes flew open at the strange muscle probing my mouth. It was getting harder for me to breath. He continued to explore my mouth with his tongue and I couldn't help the slight moan that escaped my lips at the contact. His eyes shot open when I moaned and I could see the surprise in his eyes at the fact that I was enjoying this. I felt my face blush a deep red to match my eyes and cursed myself for getting carried away in this kiss that I was forced into.

When we finally broke for air, he released me and I slid to the floor, my breath coming out in little pants. I could still feel the tears stream down my face and his tongue probing my mouth. I cried harder, realizing that that was my first kiss. Small hiccups rose in my throat and shook my already trembling body.

I glanced up at Black Star, my eyes filled with hate. He was breathing heavily as well, his eyes clouded over a bit. He held a hand up to his mouth and was wiping away the drool that leaked from the corners. His cheeks held a dusting of pink as well.

He recomposed himself and grabbed my arm, yanking me up onto my feet. I yelped at the force and cringed at his touch. I caught a quick glimpse of his eyes before he turned away and saw hurt in them. I ignored the sight seeing as how I was the one hurting right now. I wrapped my arms around my body and trudged behind him as he led me somewhere.

We left the room and I followed him down a long hallway. I noticed several rooms on the way, but wasn't given any information as to what they were and where we were going. He stopped outside a room at the end of the hallway and I watched him unlock it and open it up. I realized the walls must've been sound proof because I heard crying coming from the other side of the now open door.

Black Star stepped to the side and shoved me in, before quickly slamming it closed and locking it behind me. I banged at the door a few times and deemed it pointless. The crying behind me stopped for a second before a shaky voice spoke up.

"U-uncle Soul?"

I whipped my head around and instantly began crying all over again. Callen was curled up in a ball in the corner, rubbing at the corners of his eyes, his blanket clenched in his fist. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and snot was running down his face. I ran to him and held him in my arms, sobs wracking my body. Callen clung to me for dear life. I didn't know how long he had been in here without me or any other interaction.

The room we were in was as big as the last one, but contained a bathroom off to the side and had two beds instead of one. Callen had made himself a fort out of pillows and the corners of the room, trying to keep out any attackers. I felt my heart die a little knowing Black Star hadn't left him behind and had taken both of us, but I was just happy he was safe and alive. I hugged him tighter; unable to think of any way to explain the situation to him and hoping I wouldn't have to. I heard his little voice speak up after we had been holding each other for a while.

"U-uncle Soul… are… are we going to be okay?" he sniffled.

I shut my eyes, not wanting him to see the worry they contained. I pulled him closer and stroked his head, hoping to calm us both down.

"I… I don't know, Cal." I mumbled.


JustACountdown321: Yeah! I feel more alive! I love writing stories with more drama and danger and darkness (I'm not depressed, just fucked up I swear!). Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this. I'm already writing the next chapter, I finished this one in a couple hours, so this hopefully shouldn't take too long. Feel free to review/favorite/follow/ignore completely because I honestly don't care what you do, I'm not gonna force you to like this. You don't need to voice if you don't like it, but whatever you do is up to you. I'm gonna go work on the next chapter now so…

BYE~


PS: I came up with the name Callen. It's so cute! -^u^-