Hi everyone, Exotos with a quick one-shot here. This is a little experiment to see if I can write a one-shot a half hour or so before I go to sleep, and it will be successful if the fic doesn't suck.
Then again, most of my stuff isn't that good, so...
Anyway, let's move on to the fic!
Silent, gloomy, and quiet. Those words described best the poetry club that Lucy and her poetic friend, Haiku, usually went to when they were in a poetic mood. However, this visit was a bit more different than previous ones, since Haiku was drawing her poetry a bit slower than Lucy.
In fact, she seemed to be having trouble writing anything.
"Is something wrong, Haiku?" Lucy asked, with subtle concern on her tone.
"N-Nothing! Nothing's wrong!" the poet answered, waving her hand. "I'm perfectly okay, so keep calm and-"
Suddenly, a little bit of blood splashed Haiku's paper, and on closer look, Lucy saw it was because there was blood dripping down Haiku's right cheek, which she promptly tried to cover.
"Haiku?"
The poet looked around her surroundings before she got up and bolted out of the club, with Lucy following her closely behind. They dashed past fellow patrons and random passerby people up until they finally reached some sidewalks close to the park, where Haiku stopped to catch her breath.
"What's going on, Haiku?!" Lucy exclaimed, trying her hardest to keep her deadpan facade. "First you said you were alright, and then blood drips from your cheek! Listen, if there's something wrong-"
"Nothing's wrong, Lucy!" Haiku snapped. "Blood dripped from my cheek, so what? That doesn't mean anything!"
However, Lucy folded her arms and made Haiku know she wouldn't accept her nonsense. So, thinking a visual response would suffice, Haiku lifted her hair and revealed her gaping, bleeding right eye socket.
And surprisingly enough, Lucy seemed horrified at the sight. "What happened to your other eye?"
"I don't really want to talk about it," Haiku lowered her hair and looked away. "Let's just say something happened, and next thing I know, all I can see is darkness on my right eye socket."
The goth folded her arms and looked at the ground as Lucy quickly got an idea: She took a deep breath, then held it as she grabbed her right eye, ripped it right off her socket, then offered it to Haiku while her wound started bleeding.
"Lucy, what the heck?!" Haiku exclaimed before she called 911.
"I-It's okay, y-y-you need it more than I do," the gothic girl answered, her mind growing dizzy from the blood loss. "N-Now, p-please take it... Before I..."
Then, she fell unconscious.
A couple hours later...
Lucy woke up in the hospital, resting on a bed and with Haiku by her side. "H-Haiku... What happened?" then she realized something. "Did you accept my eye?!"
The poet lifted her hair, and revealed her right eye socket now had what used to be Lucy's right eye in it. "You fell unconscious from blood loss, and thankfully, the paramedics arrived soon enough they could help you before you lost too much blood."
Lucy promptly laid back on her bed. "That's good to know."
"But still, there was no reason for you to do what you did!" Haiku sternly scolded. "I mean, seriously, you gave me a heart attack! What were you thinking?!"
"I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to help you regain your sight somehow," Lucy sighed in regret. "It was already bad that you somehow got hurt without me noticing. If I couldn't help you with it... Well, it would've made me feel even worse..."
Then Haiku got closer to Lucy and put a hand on her shoulder. "I appreciate the effort, but next time, try to ask for my opinion before you do something like that again, okay?"
Lucy flashed a smile. "You got my word."
Haiku returned the smile, gave Lucy a kiss in the forehead, then allowed her to continue sleeping to recover.