Going, Going, Gone
by: CandiiKayn

A/N: I have a feeling that this story is going to run away from me, and I will be powerless to stop the onslaught of words magically flowing from the touch of my fingers to the keypad on my laptop. Yes, the characters may seem OOC at first. Or maybe forever, I dunno. Just know this one thing, if you didn't read the summary: THIS IS YAOI. Anyways, if I haven't already deterred you, you may continue.

Summary:
Being torn from your world is excruciating. Being torn from your world without your friends to look to for comfort is even worse. "I'll… I'll come with you. Just leave them alone." Yaoi, KiddXEdward.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of FMAB nor do I own SE. I am a big fan of both, but have just started watching both, so please pardon any mistakes, because I am not responsible for them, the airing dates are.


Entry 2: May 7, 2013

My second journal entry. Quite different from the last one, it is. I just need to vent this out before I go into one of my 'blackouts' again. I have a medical condition.
Yes, boo me. But it is wrong, Shinigami are not supposed to even get sick; our regenerative and immune systems prevent that, it's a godly thing.
But apparently this happened every day when I was little. It was because of 'him.'
Greed. I thought he was a friend I had, he seemed real enough when I talked to him in the dining hall after my tutor left to go home. He had a red circle tattooed into his chest, and he was an adult. When he got mad his eyes turned red and his skin turned grey. It was extremely tough and could withstand anything. Now it seems he is –
was – is a double-personality. A rather evil one, might I add.
They worry for me.
They say a bunch of things happened to me when I 'blacked-out.' At first I'd seized. Then stranger things began to occur. My eyes turned a glossy red, glazed and unaware. I'd grinned terribly, and cackled like a man gone stark-raving mad. "I'll kill, kill, and kill. And I'll eat, eat, and eat. All of you will be mine, it all is mine! Perfect, I'll be in the middle, perfect, perfect, perfect!"
I need to go; I have to go to sleep. Good night, journal.


Kidd closed his journal and arranged his fountain pens. He pushed himself from the desk with his arms and got up. Whipping out a measurement tape, he made sure everything was precisely perfect.


I heard the scrape of Kidd's chair being pushed and knew he was done with writing whatever it was he wrote every so often. He never left the room, not after we told him what happened that first night. We waited for the tell-tale sounds of a shower being run. Patty stood by my side, a giraffe plushy in her slight arms.


After a couple of minutes we heard the water come off, and got up out of the seats we sat down in after about five minutes of standing. Walking up the stairs as quietly as possible, I took them one at a time. Ten minutes later and me and Patty were sitting on either side of Kidd's door, waiting.

Silence…

Silence…

And then…

The screams started. High-pitched caterwauling, tortured screams. Patty and I burst through the door, already used to the procedure after having done it for three or four days. When Kidd's mouth opened for another scream, I stuffed a rag inside of it. His eyes rolled back inside his head, and foam and spittle accumulated in the corners of his mouth, I wiped it off. His limbs moved jerkily, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, I held him down. I went to one side while Patty stayed on the other. We both heaved Kidd onto his side, so he couldn't choke on either his tongue or the rag. After several minutes of holding him down, the jerking stopped.

"Kehehehe…"

I and Patty were prepared for the onslaught of threats about killing us and eating us, but it didn't make it any less frightening.

"I'll kill, kill, kill. Eat, eat, eat. Eat you? Just you? No, I'll kill the world, chaos is order, I'll kill the world and then where would that leave everyone? Nowhere, everywhere, all at once, everyone is dead! I'll start now, now, I'll start now!"

This was new, and I was scared. He never said anything about doing it, we just thought the threats were empty and unfounded. His unfocused eyes swiveled, this way, that way.

Suddenly, a blue portal opened up, and everything began to suction into it, including us. "No, leave them! I'll… I'll come with you. Just leave them alone, leave them out of this!"

Kidd was back.


Whiteness…

Whiteness…

And I'm Coming, Coming, Here.