So I got bored the other day and I tried drawing Black-Star. For some reason I could not get his hair right so I said 'Screw it, you're in the rain' and as I drew, a little story came to mind.

67) Big Men Don't Say 'Sorry'

Black-Star walked down the dark sidewalk in the unfamiliar city. He passed by people who were running to get out of the rain as soon as possible. The star had his hands stuffed in his pockets and he watched his breath leave his mouth in a puff of smoke and disappear a moment later. He ignored the goose-bumps traveling up his bare arms and he felt his body slowly going numb from the cold.

I can't believe you!

Black-Star heard the scream echo in his mind. He didn't mean to do it, it was an accident. The star hated this feeling in the put of his stomach, he didn't want to feel so bad. Black-Star stopped for a second and watched a young man call for a taxi. The man noticed a young woman trying to call for a taxi as well and he offered her his ride. The two smiled at each other and entered the taxi together.

How could you do this!?

The assassin flinched when the taxi splashed water all over him. The star gasped from the cold and hugged himself to warm up a little. He should have grabbed a jacket before walking out of the apartment, but he was a little to busy to remember his jacket. Black-Star breathed into his hands and rubbed them together before shoving them back into his pockets and continued walking.

I don't know what to do with you!

"Hey kid, are you okay?" An elderly man asked outside of his café. "It's a little cold for a stroll isn't it?" The man chuckled. "How about you come in here and I get you a cup of coco?"

"I don't have any money." Black-Star said, pulling out his hands to show that he had empty pockets.

"That's alright. You can just sweep up my floor when you're done." The man offered.

"Thanks!" Black-Star rushed into the small restaurant and sighed as he felt the heat immediately warm up his body.

"Go ahead and take a seat, I'll be right with you." The old man said and disappeared behind a door.

Do you have anything to say for yourself!?

Black-Star sat down in a booth and rubbed his arms to help speed up the warming process. He felt bad for dripping on to the man's furniture and he grabbed some napkins to dry himself off a little bit.

"I think a towel will do a better job than my napkins." The man said as he returned with two cups of steaming hot coco in his hands and a towel on his shoulder. The man set the cups down and dropped the towel on the star's head. "Strange hair color you got there." The man commented before lowering himself into the seat across Black-Star, letting out a grunt of pain. "You kids and dying your hair every color of the rainbow." He chuckled.

"It's actually natural." Black-Star said as he rubbed the towel against his head.

"Suzie would have loved to hear about this." The man chuckled.

"Suzie?"

"My wife, she was a great woman." The man took a sip of his coco. "She loved making people happy, this café was her idea. She's allowed people to pay for their food with some simple labor or with some young kids who dreamed of becoming performers, she's allowed them to eat for free if they provided free entertainment."

"She sounds like a great woman."

"She was, she was." The man cleared his throat. "Now what were you doing moping around like a lost puppy?"

"I...I got into a fight with the person I'm dating." Black-Star admitted and took a large gulp of his coco. He swallowed and gasped out in pain.

"You might want to slow down there kid." The man chuckled. "So what did you do wrong?"

"Why do you assume I did something wrong?"

"Because you're the one walking around in the rain and usually the one at fault runs away so he doesn't have to face what he did." The man stated wisely. Black-Star didn't say anything and took a smaller drink from his coco. "That's what I thought. So, what did you do?"

"I accidently dropped a picture." Black-Star took a straw that was sitting on the table and stirred his drink with it.

"What was in the picture?"

"It was a picture of a little girl we knew...before she died." Black-Star dropped the straw. "She was only three. A friend of Maka's father asked us to watch her and we got attached to her. We'd spend every weakened with her for months...but then she got sick." Black-Star took in a breath. "She only lasted three weeks before she went into a coma, then it was another week before she was gone."

"What was her name?"

"Alexis." Black-Star answered.

"So did you do after you dropped the picture?"

"I didn't think nothing bad of it. The picture was still fine, we could have easily taken the picture out and put it in a new frame."

"Did your friend get angry?"

"Yes."

"Did your friend start yelling?"

"Yes."

"Did you apologize?"

"...No."

"Are you stupid?"

"Excuse me?"

"Usually when it comes to those situations, a simple 'I'm sorry' will fix everything. Flowers are a nice touch too." The man added with a wink.

What do you mean 'Big men don't say 'sorry''!?

"I have to go." Black-Star jumped to his feet and ran out of the building, dropping the towel. "I'll come back to repay you later." Black-Star sprinted through the rain, he stopped at one point in front of a flower shop that had flowers sitting out in the front of the store. He quickly snatched a specific number of flowers before taking off again, shouting 'I'll pay you back' as he ran. Black-Star slowed down when he made it to the apartment, he threw open the door and jumped up the steps, three at a time, ignoring the manager's shouts. The star went up to one of the doors, dripping wet and lightly knocked. The door slowly opened and showed Kid, who glared at the other boy and crossed his arms. Black-Star smiled weakly and held out the flowers.

"Sorry."

*Tries not to die from cuteness*

And...ow...my heart.