A/N: Oh my god, Fairy actually updated? She's actually going to try and finish this fic? The world will end soon!
By the way, I had the weirdest manga/anime-induced dream ever. It was set in the Naruto world, and the main character was Black Star? He was ridiculously OOC. But then a mad scientist guy who looks like Chane's father and who has a daughter who looks like Chane from Baccano! and acts like her is after the main character and then Chane turns against him. A significant part of it I can remember is that Chane gives the main character a bullet and replaces the bullets in the gun in the thing with beads? And in the beginning of it, Killua Zoldyck helped a little kid who was being bullied and threatened to kill the bully? I think? Sorry for the long rant XD.
Warnings: All in the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, and I never will.
~oOo~
Death the Kid counts down the days, silently praying for Black Star's safety. He knows that the headstrong meister won't forgive him for going after him before the time is up, and Kid knows he's being selfish by not going after him.
So all he can do is cross his fingers and hope for Black Star's safe return, and yet he knows that if Black Star is late by even a little, something must have happened, and Kid just doesn't want to believe it.
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Three days left. Kid is exceptionally worried out of his mind and stressed beyond belief. He doesn't remember what it means to be relaxed anymore, and his body is telling him to get some sleep because these days he's slowly becoming an insomniac, and that isn't healthy at all. But still, he waits, because he knows that he's selfish, that he just doesn't want Black Star to hate him.
He knows he isn't the only one worried, and despite not even being Black Star's weapon or meister, he's in the worst mental state of them all, and Liz and Patty have noticed. Kid hasn't been sending anyone on missions, because that would be suicide, and they really can't afford to lose another member of Spartoi or any member of the DWMA. Life is precious, and because he's the god of death, he knows that better than anyone else.
Tsubaki has been isolated in the room that she and Black Star share, with only Liz for company and Kid can't help but feel horrible when he waits outside the room on the couch and listens to Liz's hushed and comforting tones as Tsubaki sobs into her shoulder, because he's the one who sent Black Star out alone, because he's being selfish.
He knows that if Black Star never comes back, she'll hate him, loathe him, even if she tries her hardest not to, because losing your partner is a million times worse than dying yourself. It's living without purpose; your soul torn into two ragged halves, but one part's already been destroyed completely, and the other is dim, limp, and dull.
Kid wonders in a brief moment of self-hate if he would feel worse losing Black Star or one of his weapon pistols and he realizes that he can't answer that.
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One day left, and he's still gone, still gone, and Kid is trying his hardest not to go insane. This kind of madness is different from the one that Asura claims as his own; his heart feels as if it's constantly being torn apart and sown together against brutally. But he puts up a confident front for the NOT classes, because they don't know anything about Black Star's mission, and hopefully they never will.
Even Patty's normally cheerful and innocent demeanor has become silent and sad, and she's been hanging around her sister when she isn't comforting Tsubaki. Soul and Maka have been supporting each other, and whenever they pass by Kid, he can't help but feel the fury that is carefully masked under calm radiating from Soul, and honestly, he can't blame him for that, because he deserves the hate, he deserves what his friends think of him right now.
Death the Kid is staring at the clock now, the seconds ticking by and he watches carefully, waiting until the minute hand strikes twelve am, but he feels like it never does. His weapons are in a deep slumber at this ungodly hour—oh the cruel irony of it all—and he can't blame them. He wants to blame a higher being for this cruelty, but he's the highest of them all, and he doesn't have anyone to blame except himself.
And at precisely eleven fifty-six, with twenty seconds to spare until the fifty-seven minute, he hears the doorbell ring, and Kid stands up hesitantly and heads for the door.
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The ticking of the pair of watches on both wrists is louder than he thinks it should be, and he counts.
Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. Fifty-seven minutes past eleven. Three minutes until midnight. One. Two. Three.
His footsteps are silent in the empty hall, and Kid thinks they should be echoing. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
The door draws nearer and Kid wonders who would be up at this time besides himself. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
Kid's right hand finds its way onto the doorknob and quietly it clicks as he turns it. Fifty-eight minutes past eleven.
Apprehension fills him from head to toe and he can't understand why he's taking so long. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.
At this point, he can't tell whether he's counting his heartbeat or the quiet ticking of his watches. Fifty-nine minutes past eleven.
His heartbeat is accelerating for no reason he can find or understand. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five. Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight.
He swings open the door and at first he sees nothing but the empty night sky. Fifty-one. Fifty-two. Fifty-three. Fifty-four. Fifty-five. Fifty-six.
And when he finally does find the one who'd knocked on the door, he can't help but let loose a terrified scream of fear, and he isn't embarrassed to admit it at all.
Because at the moment the clock rang out twelve, Death the Kid had opened the door and found a graceless heap of blood and flesh on his doorstep.
His weapons find him in his horrified and shocked state as soon as they hear his piercing scream and run out of their room.
At twelve o'clock in the morning—midnight—Death the Kid had opened the door of his home, planning to find Black Star once he answered the door. And he was horrified to find that he didn't have to find him.
He is already there, at Death's door, and Death the Kid wants to sob, wants to cry, and hates himself. Kid doesn't get fate's cruel sense of humor. Because the irony of the situation isn't funny at all.
Black Star arrives at Death's door in two very different ways.
Fate is so, so cruel.
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A/N: :D I like how this chapter turned out. I hope you enjoyed it! ^^
Word Count: 1,004.
