Black Star, Black Star
Forever you will be
A shining star, a shining star
Be whatever you can be
A rock star, rock star
You will always be
A Black Star, Black Star, Black Star
Black Star, Black Star, Black Star
~~~ooo~~~O*O~~~ooo~~~
"Are you insane?" the boy asked. "She can't be more than five!"
"Actually, young master, she's six," the butler answered. "And trust me, its souls like this that are the best. The ones that seem to be so innocent, so pure in the beginning, but turn out to full of hatred, and a longing for revenge… It's much better if you're there from the start."
"So what you're saying, is that it's more entertaining watching the downfall before there's any evidence of an approaching downfall?"
"The tomatoes on the vine taste sweeter when you're the one who planted the seeds," he smirked.
"You and your analogies." The boy shook his head. He didn't, nor did he want to, know how to take care of a six-year-old girl. His companion might, but that was still a long shot.
"Hello?" she called, looking around. "Is someone there?"
"After you, young master," his butler said, bowing slightly.
He walked forward, quietly as to not frighten the young child. "Hello there."
She gasped, flipping around to see who was talking. "Who're you?"
"That's not important right now. But – "
"Where are we?" she interrupted, as only a six-year-old could do.
"We are in a place known as Limbo." The elder man came forward. "It is the place between life and death where spirits who aren't happy with their death, or aren't ready to let go of life come."
"So I'm… Dead?" she looked up at the two men, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, yes you are."
"But we can save you." The boy walked a little closer to her.
"Save me?"
"If you make a contract with me, then we can bring you back to life, and you can exact your revenge on whoever killed you," he explained.
"Or whatever wish you have," the other added in. "In exchange, of course, for your soul," he smirked.
"My soul, huh?" her eyebrows pushed together and she looked down. The two could tell she was thinking hard about this; harder than a six-year-old would normally.
"Is it just you, or do I get to make a contract with both of you?"
The question threw the boy off. Luckily, his butler answered. "If you wish to do so, you can."
"But – " However, she interrupted again.
"I mean, two is better than one, right? So, with the both of you, it'll be even better. And besides," she turned her attention to the boy, "you don't look much older than me, so having just you take care of me would be hard on both of us."
"You're rather observant for a girl your age," he replied. She lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug.
"Now, do you accept the terms upon which we agreed: we will follow your every direct order and protect you till the end, and in exchange, when your wish has been granted, we receive your soul?" the older one asked.
She nodded. "Yes, I accept."
The two smiled and knelt down on one knee, placing their right hand over their heart.
"It is done, my lady."
~~~ooo~~~O*O~~~ooo~~~
Black Star by Avril Lavigne. It's seriously only a minute and a half long. O.o Really pretty song though. More reviews equal faster updates (hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink) so hit the button!
And just because you'll need this in the future, it's pronounced On-ya. like 'lawn' but without the L, so it's awn, and then ya, like "Ya know?" I spell it like Anya but it's pronounced like On-ya. Just a little tip. Au revoir!
~~~ Up next: That Butler, Innocence ~~~