Wai herro thar. C:
First off, thank you muchly for clicking on this story. I have worked long and hard on it, and I hope it will do you fans proud ;v;
Secondly, my updating schedule will be thusly: I will post a new chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday (hopefully - sometimes Sundays don't work out :L). This story (and its sequel, and third-quel, and fourth-quel) was my NaNoWriMo - National Novels Writing Month - project. At the moment I'm working on the second part, Crescent Moon, and the third installation shall most likely be finished soon after :D
Third-a-mundo, I have been known for one of the most extreme cases of short-attention-span EVER. So if I forget an update day I am very sorry. ;w; I will do my best to get each chapter to you ASAP.
Fourtheth, This is a little test to see if you guys like my current writing style, in all honesty. I was rereading the original Dark Moon and found I actually liked parts of it better than I liked the rewrite xD Plus there's the advantage of already being DONE so I don't have to work on it any more. I mean, I wrote the damn thing once - writing it again has gotten annoying. -_-
Fifth-leeee, I hope you enjoy! ;3;
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Delirium ;; state of mental disarray and unstable consciousness.
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"Oh- oh, Death!"
"Someone get him!"
"They're back-"
"Nygus, get over here!"
"Someone hurry, I think he's blacking out-"
Everything hurt. He tried cracking open his eyes, only to recoil at the intense glare that burned his pupils and made him want to flinch. When he tried to twitch his cheek muscles, prickling sharp pain burned its way across his face, making him feel vividly every tiny cut and bruise. When he tried to recover feeling in his muscles, fire shot through every nerve ending, almost enducing a scream.
The only problem? He was numb now, all over, couldn't feel and couldn't see. He couldn't scream. All he could do was let the pain wash over him, and drag him into darkness.
Kid awoke to bright light, and this time when he winced, it didn't carve pain into his face like it had on his last attempt. Groaning, he tried to sit up, but whimpered (humiliating) and fell back before he had made it two centimeters.
"He's awake!"
"Strap him down, he's a danger to himself. He'll only start bleeding again if he moves too much."
The dazed reaper tried to pick out which voice was which. Was that… Nygus? And maybe his dad? No, slightly lower… BlackStar? Or… someone…
He blacked out once again.
It seemed his entire existence for that first mind-numbing week was all pain and flashes of consciousness between long periods of dark silence. Explosions wracked his inner eyes, all silent but frightening nonetheless. Asura's face floated before him, mad cackles wrenching the air – the only noise audible to his sleep-muffled ears.
"Wh'rm… I…" he remember mumbling once, lifting his head and seeing only hazy pictures of light, cream walls… horrible asymmetrical racks of medicine…
He wasn't allowed to sit up, however, until the day he had fully regained consciousness. To his hidden embarrassment, there were still restraining straps binding his wrists to the bed. "Are these necessary?" he'd complained.
"Of course," Nygus admonished. "You can't be allowed to move around, you'll aggravate your wounds even more."
To this he grumbled and closed his eyes, hoping against hope that he'd be allowed out of the damn place soon enough.
Two weeks to the day since he'd been dragged, bleeding and dying into the hospital of the DWMA, Kid was released back into the world. He wasn't allowed (he really wished people would stop lording that word over him, as if now that he was an invalid, he was beneath ALL of them) anywhere without his guards, Liz and Patty. Sometimes they traded off with Maka and Soul, or BlackStar and Tsubaki, but whoever it was following him around they never ceased to annoy him.
He was also not allowed back to Gallows Mansion. Apparently the wound was still tender enough that venturing beyond the boundaries of the Academy campus was strictly forbidden. There, another word everyone loved to toss at him. 'Forbidden'.
"COME ON, YOU'LL BE BACK ON YOUR FEET SOON ENOUGH!" BlackStar bellowed into his ear one day, thinking with his few brain cells that it would cheer the reaper up. All it served to do was irritate Kid, who batted the annoying assassin away and snapped,
"I am back on my feet! Everyone's just ordering me around and confining me here."
"For good reason," Tsubaki said gently, hoping to reassure him.
None of their efforts were very reassuring, honestly. Kid merely huffed and stomped off, albeit with a slight limp that rather ruined the effect. "I don't need guards," he'd muttered crossly.
Seeing as no-one knew the solution to the problem, they tried turning to the only one who could possibly help them – another reaper. To the disappointment of Kid's friends and teachers, Lord Death had no answer other than to shrug and announce cheerfully that "Kiddo'll get over it, he's just a little traumatized!"
No amount of haggling and asking could tempt him to admit what Kid was traumatized over. Specifically, that is. Everyone knew about the obvious Asura part.
Once, in an overwhelming show of stupidity, BlackStar came right out and asked Kid directly what he was traumatized about.
"What?" Kid asked, eyebrow raising dangerously. "Traumatized?"
"Yeah!" nodded BlackStar enthusiastically. "Lord Death said the only reason you're moping is because you're traumatized, so I wanna know what for so I can beat them to a pulp and get you running around happily ever after!"
"That's nice of you." The assassin started to grin and nod, but faltered when he saw Kid's eyes glint evilly. "However, I do not think you should be asking to be privy to my secrets when I so obviously want to keep them hidden. I will now politely ask you to get out."
BlackStar gulped, and glanced around the balcony they were standing on, at one of the highest levels of the DWMA. "C'mon, man. Just spill and you'll feel better!"
"I doubt it," Kid responded dryly. "Now…" In a flash of movement, he'd kicked BlackStar over the railing. "I would recommend getting a tattoo on your other shoulder. It would make you much more bearable." Then he walked off casually, hands in the pockets of his favorite black pants, until he stopped and saw the awful state of the mission board.
"HOW COULD HE?!"
The shrieks rang through all of the halls, and Academy students began to cluster, wondering at the source of these sounds – like dying cats! When it turned out it was only Death the Kid, obsessively rearranging all of the little cards on the mission board (where'd he conjure that ladder from?), most just laughed it off and went on their merry way.
Liz spent the rest of the evening trying (most unsuccessfully) to pry her partner away from his most recent project, cleaning off the entire board of the huge electric blue star that someone had spray-painted on there.
BlackStar spent the rest of the evening hiding around a corner, clutching both a bottle of electric blue spray-paint and his sides as he laughed his head off.
That is, until Kid finished, found the culprit, and beat him to a pulp until both assassin and reaper were passed out on the hallway floor.
(Kid had aggravated one of his wounds and promptly fainted on the spot.)
First chapter, woo! *pant pant* Well, it has started once more. }:) Get ready for the ride of your life, little Kiddo... /cackles madly/
Kat