He was broken. His very soul was torn. It was an unexpected disaster. He was usually thought to be the one to break up with girls if he had to. This girl was unbelievable as she stood before him, speaking some nonsense. His hair and face was sticky and there was food all over him. His clothes were stained and so was he. To be honest ,the girl had guts to try to show him off. After smashing food on him and adding a drink, he would think that she did a pretty good job.
The only words that he could hear were "Jerk, hurt, mistake, and bad." He wasn't a mistake. He wasn't hurt. His parents weren't jerks. They weren't bad. There were no way a big star like him had parents like that. Black*Star's parents were amazingly sweet people. There was no doubt about it. And soon they would be back, they had just been on a sixteen year mission.
From the day Black*Star was born, they had left. He remembered it so clearly. He was in a comfortable box which was in a nice garden, even now Black*Star could remember the sweet scent of flowers. Someone screamed with delight and a man looked over the box at him. Delight is what he thought. A lady joined the man, tears streaming down her face. Those people were definitely Black*Star's parents. The memory ended and reopened with another one. Sid and Nygus were sitting by a small Christmas tree with Black*Star standing by it.
"There's something missing!" Sid said and wrapped an arm around Nygus.
Black*Star cocked his head with a frown. "But we decorated it awesomely!" He said and kicked some nearby wrapping paper.
"Yes you did, but there's one last thing that we wanted you and only you to see. You have to put it on the tree." Black*Star's 'mother' said. The blue haired child grinned widely, glad that the surprise was only for him. He loved when things were for him only, it made him feel very special. Sid left the room and returned with a shiny star. It was decorated to look somewhat like Black*Star.
"Here you go!" Sid chuckled with his deep voice.
"H-hey! You trying to replace me?" Black*Star said. Oddly he felt a sense of melancholy. Were they trying the get rid of him and replace him with something that he hoped wasn't alive? Why did he feel like he had felt like that before?
"Replace you? Are you kidding me?" Nygus exclaimed. She grabbed Black*Star by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug. " I would never replace you..." She sighed and let him go after a while. Black*Star didn't expect this reaction, much less any reaction at all.
"Like your mother says, we would never replace you. Now get over here!" Sid said trying to lighten up the mood. Black*Star looked at his mother in the eyes and smiled. Then he escaped to Sid. He was lifted into the air by two beefy hands and up to the top of the tree.
"Go ahead, put the star on top." Black*Star did what he was told, getting a applause from his parents as he did so.
" Now, you are our star!" They said with bright smiles.
"Star... I like it. From now on your nickname will be Star. You like that Black*Star?" Sid smiled at his clever naming.
"That's already my nickname!" Black*Star giggled
"No I think I would remember that. That's just the kind of man I am." Sid said as he ruffled Black*Star's hair.
"Dad!" He screamed, rushing to fix it. From now on he would fix it like a star. He would forever be a star, especially in his parents eyes.
Oh sweet memories. Black*star's memories switched again, this time ending up in a park. Star was eleven now and his family was out on a walk. He would be hanging out with his best friends, Hiro, Soul, and Kid, but his parents begged him to go with them. Apparently he didn't spend time with them anymore.
"Black*Star?"
"Yeah?"
"Yes mam." Sid corrected
"Uh, yeah. Yes mam?" Black*Star grunted, resisting the urge to take out any electronic he could find on him.
"There's something that we want to tell you and only you." Surprises, his favorite.
"Tell me! Oh wait let me guess! Did I get a car? Is it a puppy? Soul told me that Great Danes were the best."
"Black*Star."
"Maybe it's it a new skateboard... Kid will be so jealous! Haha, I can't wait to see his face." He clapped his hands and fist pumped the air.
"No Black*Star, it's-"
"Is it a cool jacket? Soul and Hiro have been talking about them every since they got theirs."
"Black*Star!" Sid's words possessed enough forced to make Black*Star turn around with his tail tucked tight between his legs. Whenever Sid said his first name like that, nothing was ok.
"It's none of that! It's- it's that... We are not your real parents." Nygus said in one breath and shut her eyes waiting for Black*Star's outburst. It never came. When she opened them Black*Star was staring at the ground with a small, barely noticeable, smile.
"Yeah... I kind of thought so, I mean, I don't look like either of you guys. I just hoped that I was wrong." His inner Black*Star was showing. He could feel his emotions getting the best of him, though you couldn't tell if you looked at him.
"Y-you did? Black*Star we're so sorry, its just that-"
"So, where are they? Where are my real parents? Did they forget about me?"
"Star..."
"Where are they?!"
"Your real parents were assassinated. We were told that they were the head of the horrific clan, Star clan. Before they... Before they were killed, someone took you and brought you here, to Death City. We found you in the library garden."
Real parents. Assassinated. Killed. Horrific. Death. Those were the only words that could function through his mind. The result that came out were that Black*Star's parents were assassins who killed numerous people. They would give people the most gruesome death.
Something in Black*Star stirred. It was an urge, the urge to kill. He kinda liked the idea of his parents and even if no one said it, he had the blood of an assassin. It was who he was and who was going to become.
"I'm the son of an assassin?" He asked himself grinning. He even liked how 'assassin' sounded.
"Black*Star no! You're just an innocent kid!" Nygus tighten her grip around herself. It was getting colder and people were starting to clear the area.
"So... I'm an assassin?" So what if he didn't know how to become one? Or that he didn't study about anything? He would put two and two together and become the greatest assassin alive, just like his parents, and he would be a star. The biggest, greatest, star alive. So big that he would surpass God.
" I like it. They'll be back right? From their mission?" Black*Star didn't seem to understand much of what Nygus was saying.
"Son..." Sid sighed. He didn't know how to handle this. He was a fighter, not a explainer.
"What? I'm not your son. I'm the son of an assassin, remember?" The little eleven year old was hyped. He was ready to become like his parents. He was breaking down on the inside. The people that he loved were not his true parents. They had lied to him for all these years. To make sense of his feelings, he created an alternative version of what he was being told. But that was alright, his guardians would come for him soon.
The memory faded once again, this time into a chamber. Black*Star was sitting in the middle of it, restrained by a jacket. His head was hanging and his face was covered by his blue hair which was out of its usual by the smell he was probably sitting under the DWMA.
His ears twitched at the jingle of keys."Black*Star?" A sweet voice came up to the door. It was a girl who sounded worried.
Black*Star looked up at the girl through the door's bars. His eyes had white stars plastered in them. "Oh, Tsubaki." How did he remember her name? He could barely hang on to his own.
Tsubaki was his secret weapon. Every assassin had one and now the greatest one of all did too.
"I like cool jackets you know, I wanted one two years ago." Black*Star giggled and flopped over onto his side. He would have to stay that way until Lord Death came to see if he was finally sane.
"You've been saying that every since you've been put in that thing. It's been two weeks Black*Star."
"What's that? They're home? Come on Tsubaki get me out! I have to be see them!" He struggled to break free. They were waiting for him and a black star like him didn't like to keep his fans waiting.
"That's all you say! You never tell me who 'them' are!" Tsubaki said. She checked both ends of the hallway before changing the end of her long ponytail into a chain scythe. It snaked its way towards Black*Star. He eyed it but welcomed his jail bud. Just as it came up his face she stopped. Black*Star ripped his gazed off of the scythe and onto Tsubaki.
"H-hey!Let go!" She squeaked. A pair of giant gloves grabbed her.
"Tsk, tsk. Tsubaki you know that you aren't allowed down here." A rather childish for a man's voice spoke up. Black*Star's weapon disappeared from his sight as she was carried down the hall she came from. He looked up at the door and spoke with sadness in his voice.
"Hey...Don't leave me again."
"You hear me? I said don't leave us like that again!" A familiar voice yelled over the constant sound of rain and thunder.
Black*Star stopped walking and turned around. Soul was driving beside him. He opened his mouth to speak but, oddly, nothing came out.
"What's the matter? Cats got your tongue?" Soul chuckled with one eye half closed and the other being covered by his pure white hair. He stopped his ride, and stared at the assassin before him. His clothes were free from food, though still stained, his hair was flat against his thick skull, he was pale, lifeless, and finally his eyes were dull. They didn't possess their usual spark. The energetic flow and happiness that could be seen through the emerald breath takers, was gone. Black*Star had only got like this once in his life and Soul was there to witness it.
It was on a fall night. Soul was eleven, turning twelve later on that month. He had just been in a fight with his parents so, to cool down, he decided to take a walk. His feet took him to the old basketball court, his usual resting place besides his house's roof. It had just been redone and already there was graffiti coating the brick walls. Fortunately, no one else decided to hang out by the court.
"Finally..." Soul whispered and slumped down on the bench. He was so comfortable, until he heard crying. Who ever it was, was crying hard. Soul decided not to go see who it was until the sobbing stopped, he wouldn't be able to help anyways. He wasn't the greatest person to come to when you were down in the dumps.
It never stopped. The person had been crying a river for the past ten minutes nonstop. Soul did consider the option of leaving and pretending like he didn't hear anything but that wouldn't be cool, and cool guys didn't leave sad people hanging.
"Uh, hello? Someone there?" Of course he was going to ask the stupid questions first. He walked over towards the source of the sounds. Something blue was shaking behind a bush. "Black*Star?"
Admittedly Black*Star turned around. He tried to smile brightly and crossed his arms with faint trails of tears on his face. "Who goes there? Another commoner? What can the amazing Black*Star do for you?" He voice was still shaking but he managed to say some decent sentences.
"What? Weren't you just... Why are you talking like that? I've never heard you speak like that, at least not that I can recall." Soul scratched the back of his head and looked down at his friend.
"R-Really now? What a shame. You're lucky, you just got the debut..."
Soul nodded as if he was going with what Black*Star was saying. He could sense that something was troubling his friend. "I may not be able see it but I can tell."
"Tell what?"
"You were crying and that something terrible happened."
"Haha, Soul! Nice one! Me? Crying? Please! I'm the assassin and assassins don't cry!"
"Assassin? What...? Anyways, I heard you."
" Soul you're just hearing things."
"Black*Star..." Soul watched as Black*Star's face slowly turned from a doubtful grin to a frown.
He sighed and avoided Soul's gaze. "Am I that weak? That obvious?"
Soul shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe it's just because you're my best friend?" So uncool. That just slipped out of his mouth and now he couldn't take it back. "So, what happened?"
Black*Star looked at him. His stare was cold without even trying. "If you tell I swear, you won't live to see the light of tomorrow. But I'm only telling you because I think that I can trust you."
Soul's eyes widen. Did he just threaten him? "Cool."
So Black*Star told him. Afterwards he broke down again, this time with a 'soul' to help him. He told him how 'uncool' it was that he didn't know about his real parents until then and how 'cool' it was that Black*Star was an assassin. Though he didn't get the full story. Instead he got Black*Star's version.
"What you are doing out here? You hate the rain." Black*Star sighed. He really didn't feel like dealing with Soul's down to earth attitude. For once, he actually wanted people to leave him alone.
"Yeah but if I want to bring out my nature then I might as well get with it." Soul laughed again. Black*Star managed a little curve of the lips. He nodded slowly and took the opportunity to back away some while Soul closed his eyes.
"But seriously, I should be asking you the same thing. You should be in that damn restaurant with the rest of our friends. I know that your hurt, I can understand that in a way, but running away from your problem isn't going to help. Trust me, I've been running away from my problem my whole life and all it's got me was a small amount of happiness in my shitty life." Soul had dropped the usual sarcasm in his voice and replaced it with more of a big brother tone. Moving out of his old home did only bring his a little bit a happiness. But they were his parents, he was bound to miss them.
"You don't understand, I don't even understand. I'm starting to remember things that I don't remember ever happening..." Black*Star said, rainwater burning his eyes. He didn't bother to wipe the streams away. Why should he? His life was already over, a little bit of water wouldn't hurt now. He was thinking about the mishap that happened a couple of days ago.
Fucking memories. Fucking flashbacks. He hated them. At the moment the only thing that was playing in his mind was the time that he got in a fight with Sid. He had started the fight because he was already pissed off and Sid's yelling didn't help. Feeling his own da- foster parent's fist meet his body was a terrible, blood chilling feeling. And Black*Star blamed it on Soul's fucking partner.
"I don't understand? Ha! If I didn't understand then how did I five years ago? You know, we're similar in a way. I can understand you more than most, so don't you ever say that I don't, can't, or wouldn't." Soul pointed a finger in Black*Star direction then thumbs back behind him. "Now shut your trap and get on, I'd much rather talk this out somewhere dry. We're going home."
Black*Star was full of disgust. He stuck his tongue out and made a noise that made him seem like he was throwing up. "If I get on that with you then it'll seem like I like you! And there's no way that I'm going to some nerds place." Some of the old Black*Star was returning now, there was no telling how long it would stay.
"Really Black*Star? Don't say stuff like that, its rude and only idiots would come out in this heavy rain and risk getting struck by lightning. And I said home Black*Star. You know, our house? The one where you let a girl live in without me knowing?"
"Hey! You moved out without telling your best bud!" Soul noted that Black*Star hadn't said anything about how godly he was or how a peasant shouldn't have called him an idiot.
"Yeah, yeah, get your ass in this seat before I lose my cool." Soul smirked and patted the wet seat behind him. "Hurry up, if you go any slower then this babe will rust."
"Whatever, you can't lose something you never had..." Black*Star mumbled and hopped on. Both boys were embarrassed with their current situation but pulled through. Black*Star grabbed anything that wasn't Soul after the albino started the harley and headed towards their home. The whole ride there, Soul had resisted to say a smartass comeback, being as Black*Star's current state, saying something like that would probably crush him even more.
"Home, sweet home!" Soul sighed with pleasure and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath with his arms outstretched in the doorway. Black*Star grunted and pushed him aside so that he could pass. He had already seen the house earlier that day.
Soul frowned and shook himself, getting water on any nearby item. "I'll be back, these clothes are getting on my nerves." He kicked off his shoes and trudged up the stairs. When he slept over at Maka's he would have to buy clothes for the next morning instead of going to his own house. Now he could finally change into some clothes that he felt comfortable in. "Clothes, check. Help Black*Star... Uncheck." He made a face at himself as he zipped up his pants.
Black*Star was down in the living room, still in his dripping clothes. He was staring at the tv which wasn't on.
"You're a mess..." Soul muttered and shuffled into the kitchen. Surprisingly there was still food in the refrigerator. Tsubaki probably restocked it. But Soul wasn't looking for food. He was searching for the one thing that could help any man. "Ah!" He cheered and grabbed his item of choice. He plopped himself onto the couch beside Black*Star and handed him one of the helpers. He didn't bother to move his arms so Soul sat the cool drink in between his legs. "Now, I'm trying something new. We couldn't do this when we were younger so here, enjoy!" Soul said popped open his beer. He then turned on the tv, he didn't question how the lights and tv were still working. His first thought was sports. Luckily they had recorded some football games.
Black*Star didn't seem to care. His face was the same, the expression of a dumped boy. Soul grunted and went to fix some chips and dip. He wasn't the greatest chef in the world but he could make some mean dip.
"Buffalo, extra spicy or ranch with a hint of honey mustard?" Soul called back. When Black*Star didn't answer he threw a roll of paper towels over the couch. Black*Star, who was sitting up at first, mumbled something. Soul looked at the back of the couch with his lazy stare. He reminded himself that he could dump the dip on the depressed bum.
"Oh my god, stop! You're acting like a kid!" Soul sighed heavily. He wrestled Black*Star over the pillow that he had stuffed into his face, preventing him from breathing.
"Don't compare me to Kid..." The blue cotton candy haired boy spoke like a true five year old. The way he accepted defeat and carelessly fell back into the couch, showing that he was completely lost. At least it wasn't as bad as it was the first time.
"I'm not! You were the one who was trying to kill himself!"
"Why shouldn't I? My whole life is a lie, and I'll become a lie along with it. Just... Disappear from the world. No one needs me here anymore."
Soul growled out the next words. Everyone deserved to live, depending on what they did. Everyone was needed. Black*Star's words had set him on the edge and he was about to scream till his lungs gave out. "Fine! You be like Kid and I'll be like Liz. Just die already! And the fuck you mean that no one needs you? Sid and Nygus definitely need you, our friends need you, the football team needs you, hell, even Tsubaki needs you! I... Need you?"
Black*Star slowly shifted his gaze from the floor to Soul. His frown twitched and so did his right eye. He broke. This was history. This was the second time that Black*Star had ever cried in front of him. He didn't care if anyone saw anymore. He didn't feel okay, what he felt was indescribable.
"Fuck, Star I didn't mean that. D-Don't die!" Soul was tugging on his hair and pacing across the orange rug. His eyes were looking at all of the retro furniture, daring to look back at Black*Star.
"S-Star... Only S-Sid and N-Nygus can call me t-that!" His pride was slowly slipping away, bit by bit, piece by piece.
"Uh... Okay! Got it, little bro!" Soul laughed nervously. He didn't know what to do. When he was eleven, he just did anything that came to mind. Now he was a teen. He couldn't just do the first thing thing that came to mind, it would be something stupid and careless. Since when did Soul become the older brother? As far as he knew, Wes was the older one.
"I'm not l-little! I have a bigger-" Amazingly Black*Star's ability to be cocky returned. "Than you!" He wailed.
Soul choked on his words.
And in the background the tv erupted, "Touchdownnnn Death City Ramblers!"
|I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER|
In this story Crona is identified as both she and he. If I ever finish this story I WILL make one about Soul and Black*Star on the high school football team. Death City Ramblers
