Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi, smut, violence, gore, coarse language, and character death
Author's Notes: This will be my first time writing such a dark story while trying to maintain three pairings at once. Just to clarify some things, I left a short key so nobody will get lost. Trust me, the last thing I would want to do is to work hard on a chapter just for someone to say, "What the hell am I reading?" XD
Now then, enjoy!
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Where is he?
There, lying on the ground covered in blood, was Kid. His eyes were hollow and lost their brilliant gold shine. His abdomen was soaked with blood, mixed with a black substance that was slowly driven away by tears. Black Star was kneeling on the ground next to his lifeless body, silently mourning his lost friend. A kunai, conveniently stained with blood, lies cold on the hard ground.
Why is he here? Why is Kid dead? Why is that kunai next to them? Who did this? Why is he just crying?
But he could not stop. It was as though he was a constant-flowing waterfall, never ceasing its contents and shows no sign of doing so. His tears were doing little to wash away the blood seeping from Kid's torso. Then slowly, his hands tremulously lifted against his will, forcing his blood-shot eyes to stare at them instead of the corpse. His eyes widen in slow realization. His own hands were covered in Kid's blood-
"Wah!" Black Star shot up on his bed while gasping harshly. His forehead was covered in sweat despite the cool-conditioned room and his body began shaking. He had it again. He had the same nightmare again for the past week. It was becoming more pronounced, too vivid for him to take in.
He swallows, trying to take a deep breath but all that came in and out are harsh pants. His nightmares are becoming worse but he did not know how to stop them. At first he thought that it would go away since he tends to have odd dreams after the battle on the moon, but to have the same, reoccurring nightmare for four days in a row is not something to overlook. Was his mind trying to tell him something? Is there a hidden message?
Black Star laid back down to try and go back to sleep but could not do so. In the end, he settled on lying awake in bed, going over his situation.
Should he tell anyone or let these nightmares go on?
...
It is quite early in the morning hours and few students are seen walking into the school building of DWMA. It is normal for students to already be heading in class, especially if they wanted to make it up the stairs in time. What is unusual, is the fact the second most late person to school happens to be across the halls in a nonchalant manner. Poor Tsubaki did not know that her meister had left the house hours earlier than the usual. Black Star was not all that calm in fact, far from it. His mind always found a way to wonder back to the strange dream of his being kneeling next to a dead Kid. He knew that there was a hidden message behind the nightmare, there has to be, but he was clueless when it comes to solving mysteries. Why did he have to possess such a horrid imagination? Why couldn't Maka? At least she would be able to figure it out in less than two seconds...
Black Star suddenly felt his shoulder colliding with a figure and he barely glanced to acknowledge that person.
"Sorry." He muttered half-heartedly and earned a deep chuckle in response.
"I'm assuming someone woke-up on the wrong side of the bed." Black Star flushed and turned around to see Kid smirking back at him with a few documents in his hand.
"I'm just... thinking."
"You're up at an unusual hour. Is something troubling you?" The assassin huffed.
"No. I'm fine. Stop bothering me..." Black Star wanted to turn around and continue after saying this statement but was only able to look down. His dream does involve the shinigami. Should he tell Kid? He is a bit of a master-mind as well so maybe he explain the nightmares. "I'm having nightmares." He quickly said and Kid blinked.
"Oh. Is that something you should be worried about or-?"
"It has… something to do with you. You... You're... dead. In my dream." Kid narrowed his eyes.
"And?"
"And," Black Star chewed on his bottom lip nervously, "I-I'm beside you... just... staring." He did not want Kid thinking of him as some wimp just because he was crying. He only had a problem with getting the last part. He was covered in Kid's blood. There was a blood-stained kunai next to him. It was obvious that he killed Kid, but what would his friend think of him if he were to state all those things?
"Is that all?" The meister looked back up from his stressful thoughts before hesitantly nodding. He could not do it. Maybe there would be a time where he can tell Kid that he was most likely the murderer and deal with the awkwardness but for now, he wanted to know what the shinigami would say about his being dead.
Kid smiled and stepped closer with a sincere look.
"If you're thinking that the dream will play out, it's not going to."
"But... it looked so real..."
"It's not going to happen. I'll make sure of it." Black Star sighed, no matter how doubtful he was and shrugged.
"Fine. Whatever. I was just... curious.
'Worried.'
Kid gave a knowing-look.
"It is strange to see you so worked-up over my being dead. Isn't that what you always scream about?" Okay, it was true that Black Star always spouted nonsense on defeating Kid just to take his place as a Death God but to really have Kid lying lifelessly in front of him...
"This is different. If anyone was to kill you, that person is going to be me." The assassin said with a scowl. Kid laughed and walked off.
"I'll be anticipating it." Black Star would be lying if he said he was cheered up. He had a feeling that no matter their situation, Kid would end up getting murdered by him.
...
After a whole day of trying not to pull out fistfuls of his blue, unruly hair, Black Star managed to persuade Tsubaki to train with him in their backyard. She did not want to skip out on doing her homework but was dragged nonetheless. As they set out on their basic work-out, Tsubaki was already feeling herself wasting away. Mainly because her meister was trying to get them to do 100 sets of each work-out. She had already collapsed on the fiftieth mark of the first set, push-ups, and Black Star was now scolding her.
"We're only half-way there! You can't give up! We just started!"
"Black Star... I can't..."
"Come on! I'm already at 113!" Tsubaki only felt her self hugging the ground even more. He seemed really into their training, as usual, but it was as though he was trying to focus too hard into.
"Black Star? Is something wrong?"
"What?" He had just sat up and looked about ready to go another set. She sat up slowly on her shaky arms and looked at him with a nervous smile.
"I feel like something is bothering you. You've been a bit distant toward everyone." Black Star looked away uncertainly and finally glared at her, in which the weapon jolted.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"I-I was just... worried. Forgive me."
"*Sigh* It's fine. I don't feel like talking about it."
"So you are troubled." The meister flushed at being discovered so easily and Tsubaki smiled at her correct assumption.
"I-I... I'm not!"
"Are you worried about the exams?" Black Star gave a blank look.
"Exams?" This told the female that he was absolutely not worried about school. What else is there to think about other than the fact that Crona was still on the moon controlling the madness wavelength?
"Well whatever it is, you do promise to tell me eventually, right?" She asked with a stern look and Black Star grimaced.
"I already said I'm fi-"
"Promise?" She pressed harder and the teen finally gave in.
"Alright, alright! Just... don't expect me to say anything soon. I need time to think about it too." He huffed while rubbing the back of his head. He hated the smug look his partner had at managing to scare him so easily into telling her sometime. With this, he stood up and pointed at a metal bar ahead.
"We're doing pull-ups. 50 reps."
"B-But-!"
...
After the long afternoon of hurting their muscles, Tsubaki was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Despite the back-breaking exercises, she felt a lot better knowing that her meister was going to confide to her sooner or later. Black Star was currently in the steaming bathroom, just wrapping a towel around his waist. His mind was occupied on whether he should even bother to go to sleep since all he does is imagine a dead Kid. He was even a little scared of sleeping since he knew what was to come if he dared close his eyes for even five seconds.
Black Star finally felt as though he was thinking too deeply on that matter and walked past the counted while glancing at the thoroughly fogged, large mirror. Before he could slide open the door to head to his room and change, he froze on the spot and looked back at the mirror. He knew he could not see his reflection on the glass but he saw bits of himself. He was confused when something did not look right and finally faced the large glass. Something was off.
The meister slowly outstretched his arm and gently placed his hand on the mirror. Slowly, he wiped away the blurriness and finally took a better look at his reflection, only to jump back when it is not. His reflection was smirking at him, almost evilly. His eyes were no the bright, ocean blue color it was but instead, small indigo stars. Black Star blinked as his heart pace sped up but was shocked to now see himself looking as truly terrified as he was. He was not imagining things. Either he and Tsubaki needed a new mirror, or there was something clearly going on with his body.
The sudden sound of knocking made him sharply look at the door and Tsubaki's soft voice chimed in.
"Black Star, are you okay? Diner's ready, you know." Putting a hand on his heaving chest to calm himself, Black Star closed his eyes and breathed out deeply.
"I-I'm fine. I'll be out in a bit..." When the sound of her steps died out, Black Star glanced back at the mirror. He needed to speak to someone about this oddness. He knew it could not go on for long and did not want it to. First his nightmares, and now an image of himself looking quite blood-thirsty.
What was happening?
And he had the same dream again.