Insanity Policy

By: Atomic Kokoro

Storyline

Black Star is imprisioned in the DWMA prision. And there's a good reason. Everyone thinks he's gone insane. Truth is, he's not. He has Black Blood coursing through his veins, triggering his evil self to appear at random times.

It isn't long before he stumbles apon three boys, two best friends and one a teenage brother, who says he's older then he looks. Black Star agrees to help their friend return to his normal age, if they help him get rid of the Black Blood.

Things go well... until a man named Vegeta reveals a shocking secret about the Star Clan...

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Before You Read

I think that's the longest summery storyline I have ever written on ! Wow! Anyways, this is my first (or second) Soul Eater fanfiction, and my thrid (published) Dragonball Z fanfiction, and my first crossover fanfiction.

I accept much critizisum!

I know this is from Black Star's POV, and, if Black Star ever wrote about an adventure he had from his point of view, it'd be like, "I am so awesome, I'm so great, blah, blah, blah" and so forth, so, like, chill. I have a reason for why he's so...um...not self-centered.

Also note, the Dragonball Z part doesn't come in till a little later. (Sorry. That's how the story flows, man. To be honest, I dun like it either.)

I love to be able to make my writting better, to the best of it's abilities! And I need you to help me! Take a look at my first chapter of Insanity Policy.

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Chapter 1

The Blackest Light

I sit in a room. A dark room. I knew this dark room more then anyone else in my life. This dark room was inside my own mind, my own soul. There was the blackest light in the darkest corner of the room. I could see it.

The black light was taunting me. Insisting I step foreward, that the black light would become white light and show me the way away from the eternal darkness set in myself. I had not wanted to become inprisioned here.

That was the darkness's way of torturing me. It cast my soul into darkness. When I'm sleeping, I become trapped in here. And, just a few times, I see wisps of glittering fog go into the black light.

I want to follow them, but there is something behind me. It holds me by the throat and suffocates me, whispering the most horrorfying, the most painful, the most lonely words I had ever heard such a voice say.

The voice itself was... unexplainable. It was a tortured voice; a sad, lonely voice. Neither male or female. It whispered everything anyone had ever done to anyone, the worst of the worst. Never was there the same story twice.

Tsubaki said she heard me cry in my sleep. I insisted that I was just chuckling at something, but even she knows better then that. I don't know why I lie about it; maybe I think it makes me seem weak, or maybe everyone would be doubtful of me.

I want to scream, but my voice is lost. I want to cry, but I have no tears. I want to move, but I am paralysed. All I wonder is, Why is this happening? Why am I cast into such a painful, dark realm, being told stories of other people's suffering? What have I done to deserve this?

All my thoughts trace back to the cursed Enchanted Sword. But even I know very well it wasn't the case. Of course, I had always been able to pull through something. I thought I could with this...but...

...it got worse...

...

My eyes blinked open. A girl, about a year or two older then I, hovered over me. "Morning, Black Star," she chuckled.

I grinned. "Hi, Tsubaki!" I cheered, dispite my internal pain and strong urge to scream and cry and hide.

Tsubaki smiled gentally. "Breakfast will be ready downstairs," she promised and disappeared from my room.

Maybe I should tell you. After the whole Kishin thing in Death City, things have been pretty calm, save my nightmares, so me and Tsubaki hooked up. Yeah, we thought it would be best to move in together.

We live in a nice cottage out in the country. Lush green grass and forests and whatnot surrounded our cozy little home, but it wasn't too far from Death City. Well, actually, it was pretty far. But not too far for me to lift Tsubaki onto my back and run us there in an hour. I had gotten stronger.

I quickly rushed some clothes on, my favorite outfit of all, of course, and made it downstairs in record time. Tsubaki made the best breakfasts in the world. What am I saying? The best food in the world. So it kinda sucked when she went out or was sick and I had to cook. I was okay, but not as good as Tsubaki.

She served me a plate of pancakes as well as some for herself and we dug in. Over the passed months, only three, Tsubaki had taught me how to eat properly. Since she was my sweetheart, I decided to fix myself up a bit for her. She needed to teach me how, of course.

Life was perfect, except for the darkness that consumed my soul and tortured me day and night, but I figured I could live with it. After all, I was going to be the strongest in the Triple W (whole wide world). I wasn't going to let some stupid illusion bring me down, painful as it was.

We chatted about today's classes, what we were going to do in Mr. Stein's class, which turned into a conversation about the Madness, which turned into the Kishin, which turned into Maka, which turn into her very own sweetheart, Soul, which turned into who Kid was going to chose, Liz or Patty. We doubted either, and that Kid was on his own, but, hey. That Kid was one for tricks up his tight, thin sleeves.

After a wonderful breakfast, we grabbed our bags and Tsubaki jumped on my back, normal order, and I sped down the dirt road like Sonic. Tsubaki still called me a boy for watching Sonic X and sometimes G.I Joe: Sigma 6, but I told her I was way passed boy. I was a man! A strong one, too. She said she couldn't wait until the day I prove I'm the strongest!

Soul said he thought I could kick that Hercule dude's butt the day I was sick with my hands tied behind my back. Kid even muttered that Patty could do it without Liz turning into a gun for her. Death City had nothing to do with the Cell Games whatsoever, so no one really remembered the games. I just watched re-runs on tv.

"How much farther, Black Star?" Tsubaki asked.

I shrugged. "Five... maybe ten minutes at the most," I replied, panting a little. I found it very odd for me to even begin to pant, since I had run miles everyday with Tsubaki and several book bags on my back. I considered it maybe I ate a little too much. I didn't always pant, but if I ate too much, I would break a sweat. From lush green grass to desert terrain, you know it's gotta be far.

"Are you okay?" She pressed on. I nodded. How hard was I panting? If it make Tsubaki worried, then it must've sounded like I was having...eh...my limits pushed.

"I'm gonna be fine, Tsubaki," I smirked. "I promise."

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"And that concludes our lesson on dissecting a Fugaquazzo," Mr. Stein clapped his hands just before the bell rang. I kicked my feet off the desk and caught up to Tsubaki, Soul, and the others, plus Crona, and we headed to the lunch room.

"I swear. One more class where we dissect something..." Maka began, but didn't bother finishing. Probably because she couldn't come up with a good enough threat to finish it with.

Soul chuckled and grabbed some food for himself. I followed after him. "Yo," he said. "Tsubaki-Chan told me you was having trouble on your way here, huh?"

I scoffed. "I wasn't. I just ate too much," I insisted. But, deep down, I felt I was lying. I don't know why I would be, that would have been the most logical solution, but... it didn't seem right.

I wasn't one for adding suffix to the end of names, but I was feeling really weird. I couldn't help but pause and think over what I said when I muttered, "Crona-Kun? Why are there two of you?" I blinked twice and realized that that time, I hadn't been lying. I was seeing doubles!

Poor Crona did a full three-sixty before Maka explained there was something wrong with me, not him.

A pain shot through my head like a bullet. The pain was so sudden and extreme, I cried out in agony and clutched my head, leaning over. Unfortunetly, the pain didn't subside, instead intensifyed to a level I couldn't begin to imagine...

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Sandy area. Dust in the wind like dancing stars. There was a boy. Hair stood up on end with a single bang over his lonely eyes. He was standing, staring at a terrible, insect-like monster before him.

Blood trickled down beside his brow, a rather large wound had been opened on his forehead. Much else would have been considered scratches. Deep ones, possibly infected by the sand in the air.

Seven warriors lied injured on the cliff over to their right, all bloodied from battle, a severe, painful one. They stared in awe as rocks began to defy gravity around his body, a golden aura engulfing him like a flame.

The unknown boy's eyes were a soild cold teal, full of anger, hatred, and sorrow. But, most of all, suffering. He had seen things that no boy his age should've seen. He had experienced things he shouldn't of. He had been tortured, beaten, to the brink of death many times. He had fought for his life.

But, this one time, he had the upper-hand. And he refused to lose it...

The boy charged recklessly at the monster, almost a pure blur, cocking a punch and sending it into the monster's mouth. The insect flew across the feild. He moved as if his wounds were nothing. As if he could become so much more.

So...much...

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There I was.

Again, in the darkest room with the blackest light. The cold voice whispering painful stories, it's grip on my throat harder then ever. Gashes and cuts on my body began to appear, the anguish becoming more and more severe as slashes over slashes, cuts over bruises...

Everytime my heart beat, I could feel the pain. Everytime I managed to gain even a small wisp of fresh air in my lungs, I could feel the agony. Everytime I blinked, everything went it's opposing color; black to white, dark grey to light grey, white to black... and that was all.

What felt like hours passed...

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...and my eyes opened.

Lucky for me, my reflexes were enough to push me out of the way of Maka dropping her Death Scythe on me. "Hey, what the hell!" I screamed back flipping onto my feet. "What was that for!"

She stopped, blinked, and smiled, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "You're back!" she cried. Crona landed and Kid put his guns down. When she let go, I finally absorbed that the cafeteria was trashed.

"OH, MY GOD!" I screamed. "Who did that!"

Liz flipped out of her gun mode, with her sister, when Kid tossed them in the air to come back to human form. "First thing, you were on the ground, the second, you were chuckling like crazy, the third, you attacked us, the fourth, your back to normal again."

I gapped. "I did this? But..." I glanced at myself. I had gashes apon gashes, cuts decorated on my body, bruises. When looked at the others, I notice I must've done a number on them myself. "...I don't remember anything."

Soul jumpedout of his weapon mode (with Crona's weapon disappearing and Mr. Stein and Spirit, and Sid coming out of their battle stance, obviously I had been strong enough to nearly kill them all. And Ox's team, too, was there, which made me surprised I could handle all of them unconsciously) and approched me. "What do you remember?"

I felt my head and recalled the scene with the boy and the monster, naming every detail (which I had become obsessed with the rocks on the ground until Liz smacked me on the back of the head. Clearly experience from Kid's obsession with symmetry. I muttered a simple thank you for getting me out of that) and stopped when I came to the part where the darkest room appeared.

Unfortunetly, I had begun to far in with, "And then I was in this dark room-" Stop. "...uh...and I forget everything else."

Sid and Mr. Stein hadn't done much until I finished, in which, they both grabbed me by either arm and lifted me off the ground. I screamed, kicked, and protested until Sid told me to shut up "or he'd turn me into a zombie", which I stopped of respect, not fear.

"We have a nice, dark room you can stay in," Dr. Stein more taunted then stated. I hissed at him a muttered a pretty good threat. Sid beat me to the logic, though.

"What happened back there, it could be dangerous," he began. "It's a danger to the other students. You almost killed one of them."

I gasped and almost spun my neck a whole one eighty to see Tsubaki being aided by Soul and Maka. I could bearly believe my own eyes. I had done something terrible, and something I didn't mean. I didn't know what else to think...

What have I become?