Author's Note: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters in this fanfiction except the witch.
There was a tightness in Blackstar's chest that didn't agree with his bravery. This tightness was worry for his Kid. He didn't have time to find Tsubaki, didn't have time to report Kid's disappearance. Springing from rooftop to rooftop, Blackstar's senses hit a wave of activation. He glanced down, calling to the two sisters who were running through the alleyways, "Somebody's using magic!"
Liz, a few strides ahead of the prancing Patty, stared up to Blackstar with a serious frown, calling, "It's probably the person with Kid!"
Blackstar nodded, once, and fell into anxious silence. Kid, injured and probably taken off guard, was likely in a state of distress. The worst possible situation would be the one thing Death's son could never recover from. The one thing that could stop Blackstar in his tracks. A thing that not even shinigamis could escape at some level.
Death.
Fluttering about like a raging bird, Blackstar's heart's handle on his imagination was slipping. Picturing the one person who meant more than all the power in the world drowning pitifully in his own blood was far from Blackstar's earlier promise. Every time he blinked, Blackstar grudgingly survived through flashes of Kid's torn and battered body receiving blow after blow. The once cocky glow of those yellow orbs diluting into a dull shade of gray of dwindling life. A cough, a moan and blood stain clothing and then silence.
It drove Blackstar into shouting, "I'm going ahead!" His speed took a spike of adrenaline and before Liz could even attempt to convince the assassin of a better plan, he was far gone. Cursing under her breath, Liz nodded to Patty to move forward, "Come on, we have to help Kid."
Blackstar followed the magic flashes, his eyes finding the enormous triangle smoldering in the air with a yellow heat. The clouds were beginning to rumble and draw close to the scene, rampaging gray and black colors across the sky. Blackstar skidded across the gravel of an older rooftop, sizing up his enemy with a harsh glare. This was personal, more personal than any other fight he'd ever had.
Down below, the ground was crackling in the scorch marks of the same triangular mark that wavered against the dark clouds. Two figures, only a walking distance apart caught his attention. One, looking awfully and dreadfully familiar, was crumpled on the stones of the road limply, dark hair fluttering in the harsh winds. The other was a person with the features most completely adjacent to his own. His eyes met those of what looked to be a witch as his alternate stared him down. Yellow eyes, not far from the color of Kid's but entirely different.
Blackstar gritted his teeth in fury, pointing a finger down to the masquerading witch, "Don't think you'll get away with trying to be a copycat!" His legs focused, drinking in power as he lowered into a crouched position to jump. Springing into the air with one firm, raised fist, Blackstar exclaimed, "There's only ONE Blackstar! And you're about to get a good piece of him!"
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A muffled groan weaved its way from between his lips. Throbbing thudded in every part of his body, pulsating randomly but unmercifully, each growing more forceful. His fingers groped for anything but nothing all at once, the sounds of the outside world coming in one by one like switches being flipped. A familiar voice was shouting, anger raising the sound to unbearable pitches.
The roaring of the earth underneath him drew Kid's eyes open with a grogginess that could have been mistaken for sleep deprivation if anyone hadn't known better. The memory rushed back into his aching head with the intensity of a broken dam and he grabbed at his pounding forehead in a futile attempt to stop the pain.
His eyes, although his vision was blurry, found Blackstar's back as it rocked back and forth. Kid attempted to call out to the other meister, but he only managed a raspy breath. His lungs were burning and for a panicking moment, his body racked for breath it didn't have. He rolled to his stomach, coughing, hacking.
And when he actually looked up, his eyes widened in surprise and a frown found his lips. Standing about him were all the meisters that had been scattered through the city, encircling the battle field with sober stares. He found Maka and Soul together and next to them was his own pair of sisters, Liz and Patty. Both wore overly masked expressions of worry. In a moment's notice, a voice cried.
"Look! Kid's awake!"
A shuffle of approaching footsteps clacked against the concrete where Kid visibly flinched at the next voice. Blackstar's scream rang over all the people's heads, harsh, viciously angry and intimidating. "Don't touch him!" His stare bore through those who had dared to move in the first place, and Kid then took note of the bloody figure who was still in Blackstar's wrath. Her hands were curled into her crimson colored face, the witch's body wracking with sobs.
Horrified at the inhuman shine in his best friend's eyes, Kid struggled, although with determination, to stand on his trembling legs. "Blackstar.." He coughed, one step felt like a hundred, but each step was closer to the blue haired boy slamming fistfuls of fury upon a crying girl. "Blackstar, stop."
But his pleas didn't quite reach the ears of the assassin before Kid stopped in his tracks, mustering up his energy. "BLACKSTAR!" He screamed to the hazy clouds, clenching his hands into courageous fists.
All eyes found the shinigami, along with Blackstar's wide, surprised yet softening orbs. There was a steely silence hanging over the group, seriousness enveloping them in cold. Maka's gloved hands couldn't help but grip into fists as she watched while Soul stood, unblinking. Tsubaki, terribly worried over her own meister had her hand over her mouth, unable to say anything. Stein's eyes flicked between the two boys from behind his shimmering glasses and smoke.
Blackstar's fists, speckled with dirtied blood fell to his sides in awe. "Kid...I thought.." The boy let out a relieved laugh, although there was a hint of something else behind it. His eyebrows wrinkled in concern, even with his smile. "Kid..Kid..Geez," He drew his arm across his face roughly, letting out just the slightest sniffle, "You're alive."
With a smile, although the pain seemed to override his senses, Kid scoffed, "Of course I'm alive, you imbecile. Such a spell won't kill me." His body weakened but he motioned Blackstar closer, "Come here."
Forgetting about his rage victim on the moment's notice, Blackstar's shoes crunched on the gravel on his way towards the open armed shinigami. When they met in a gracious hug, Kid murmured to the other's ear, "Now you promise me you'll let my father handle that witch."
"But.."
Kid sighed, relaxing unwillingly into the tanned arms of his friend with exhaustion, "Promise me." His grip loosened until it was only Blackstar's strength holding him upright.
"I promise, I promise!" Blackstar's voice faded into the distance and the last words he heard was the worried question from the blue haired assassin, "Geez, Kid are you alright?"
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Soft, tongue led trails of bliss made with heavy breathing and slight moans of ecstasy brought Kid to grip the sheets in desperation. The tanned fingers of that over top him worked like nerve exploding vixens, groping and caressing to no end. Kid watched warily as the other brought one hand, slowly, up to his nipple, and before anything, he gave it a light pinch.
"Stop it.." Kid groaned heatedly through his teeth which made Blackstar chuckle.
"Too good?" He brought his mouth down, pink and all the more ready to do sexual work then murmured into Kid's chest, "It's only going to get better." His tongue met that pink stud, swirling around masterfully, flicking back and forth over its surface. All the while, his other hand was playing cheekily with the other nipple, teasing the shinigami boldly.
Throwing his head back, Kid let out an airy breath, the silk of his sheets clinging to his burning body. Blackstar smirked, licking his lips as he climbed farther up to meet Kid face to face. He let his tongue slip out through his cocky smile, "I like the face you're making, Kid." The words were soft, more of a coo than anything which at first made the bottom angry, but when their lips met, the anger faded into a furious need.
His own tongue met Blackstar's, their tastes mixing into one another's violently as the passion spiked. But Kid couldn't quite keep up with Blackstar and was soon dominated, the blue haired boy's tongue dipping into his mouth and exploring wildly. Kid's hands gripped at Blackstar's naked shoulders, unable to contain the throaty moan that made its way into the other's mouth.
Fingers trailed down Kid's pale, glistening torso to his crotch, fingering at his button then skillfully undoing it in a matter of seconds. Only a moment longer and Kid's entire body, lack of clothes and all, was writhing under Blackstar. The assassin took Kid's heat in his hand, it's raw exposure causing Kid's breath to hitch and murmur, "Wait..not that..I'm not.."
But Blackstar only flicked his tongue across his slit, saying, "Don't worry. I'm really good with my mouth." The moment Kid's other head met the warm insides of that mouth, a bang seemed to echo through the entire room.
Kid scrambled into a sitting position, jerking upward with heavy gasps. He was covered in sweat, his blankets and sheets tangled in a mess around his legs while the inside of his pants seemed to be wet, sticky and all around unpleasant. Cheeks burning with desire and embarrassment, Kid's eyes flicked about his room, noticing the darkness of the hour and the silence that echoed in the mansion. He'd been brought back home.
His hand met his forehead in an attempt to understand the heat induced dream he'd just had. Wh-wh-what was THAT?
Author's Note: It's been a while! It took me forever to get over my writer's block, plus I have finals coming up really soon. But I decided to ignore my need for studying and write this here chapter. SEX IT UP KID. Hahah. I'm thinking about maxing up the rating to M so stuff can happen ;) What do you guys think? REVIEW ME YOUR THOUGHTS.