A/N: I didn't really know how to go on from the last chapter. I'll find a way! Ok so here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
In that moment Tsubaki's legs felt as if they couldn't move. She was trapped. She ran and ran but couldn't escape all of the men after her. Not only was there desire in their eyes, but there was also bloodlust. If she was captured she would be played with and killed.
Far ahead of her was a familiar blue headed boy, he was running too. But away from her, he was saving himself.
Tsubaki called out to Black*Star, he ignored her. Crying she shouted, yelled, knowing he could hear her desperate pleas for help. At one point he stopped and turned around, looking at her. His eyes were filled with guilt for a split second, but then he turned and ran away. He had betrayed her. He had used her, she was a tool to him, and it had cost her her life.
She was consumed by the men in an instant.
Tsubaki sat up drenched in sweat from her nightmare. She looked over to see Black*Star snoring next to her. She sighed, half relieved half scared.
She looked around. The pair had escaped from Albuquerque and had taken a train to Amarillo, Texas. Now they were staying temporarily in a one room motel apartment. They had to keep moving.
The dream had shaken Tsubaki, and to clear her head, she flipped on the TV. At first all that was emitted was a blurred screen and an awfully loud crackling sound. She grabbed the remote and muted it, looking sympathetically at Black*Star. She crawled up to the screen and moved the wires at the top around, she only knew how to deal with TV's like this one because of old shows she would watch while Black*Star was out training.
She rearranged the wires and the news flipped on. A familiar man's face was in the top right corner as a news reporter mouthed words seriously at the screen. Tsubaki took the remote and flipped it onto sound again, turning it down a bit so she wouldn't arouse the sleeping boy.
"… Billionaire Walter Cohen has been missing for five days. There has been no trace of the famous entrepreneur and his whereabouts. He was last seen at XXX Club in Albuquerque on Wednesday night of last week. Witnesses captured a picture of the mysterious figure he exited the club with." An awkwardly taken picture of Tsubaki from the back appeared in the other corner. "She is the prime suspect but officials can't seem to track the unnamed woman. Along with Cohen she went missing prior to the exit."
Tsubaki was petrified with fear. She did the first thing she could think of, "Black*Star!" she shook him and whispered softly, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
He cracked an eye lazily and stretched, he sat up. "What is—"he saw her weeping silently and looked at the TV, seeing the picture of her and the other man. "Oh god…"
She sniffled and they sat in silence continuing to stare at the man feeding information. "…Clients and assistants of Cohen claim he was launching a new project on the hidden people of Star Clan, a tribe of people who practiced violent acts and destroyed many other villages. The last of its people narrows down to a single boy who Cohen was targeting to interview and meet with. Assistants say Cohen had collaboration with a friend who worked at the National Geographic magazine to do an article on the lost race."
Um… Tsubaki?" Black*Star turned to her in shock. "You told me he wanted to kill me!"
"He did!" she sputtered. "He said these words exactly, 'The Star Clan attacked my village years ago.' He said that when I asked him what he business he had eliminating you or what grudge he had against you." She clutched her head, tears spilling from her eyes. "I don't even remember that well!"
"Calm down Tsubaki, its ok." He placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down for a moment. He raised his head again, "You can go if you want."
"Go where?" she sniffled.
"Back. To the DWMA, I don't know. Home? I'm just giving you a choice; I don't want you to feel like I'm not letting you go. If you feel unsafe or if you ever want to end this, you can always leave. Just know that." He said, Tsubaki was surprised by his sudden maturity.
"Black*Star," she smiled at him thankfully. "I'm not supposed to leave you. I'm your weapon; it's my duty to protect you. Besides, where would I go? I don't have a home; my home is with my meister."
"Thanks Tsubaki." He said actually serious. "But for the record, I am a god; therefore I can take care of myself so I wouldn't feel guilty about leaving if I were you."
She sighed, it was better than nothing.
"This just in!" The reporter shouted, pressing his earpiece closer to his ear, as if it would help him hear well. "The body of Walter Cohen has just been found."
They turned to each other, their eyes as round as eggs. "There were two of them?" Black*Star asked.
"I-I don't know…" Tsubaki said shakily, "Maybe we killed an impersonator?"
Tsubaki and Black*Star weren't the stars of the show; they were being manipulated like puppets by someone. Someone had set this all up, but they didn't know. They were the pawns. For the puppet master, the game could be right on track, or maybe Tsubaki and Black*Star had made a wrong move. Nevertheless whoever was pulling the strings had something evil planned. And whatever trouble Black*Star and Tsubaki were in, they were in deep.
A/N: Sorry if that last paragraph made no sense lol. Also, excuse Black*Star's OOC-ness, I thought he might be able to handle these kinds of situations more seriously due to his more mature age. Anyways this has been the shortest chapter I have ever written in my existence. Ever. I hope you liked it! I myself found the twist cool, the dude has a doppelganger? Coolio, I'm curious as to what's going to happen too. And the dude controlling the whole thing? Why am I reminded of Pretty Little Liars? Haha I shouldn't be, Soul Eater is far superior to that show. Review please! I promise to write more I'm a little pressed on time lately, Sorry!