At that thought, I ducked into the small opening, taking in the now musty and brimstone-smelling air. I'd lit a fire only half an hor ago; an attempt at cooking a rabbit I'd killed. It almost seemed like I was the last unbrainwashed person on Earth, or at least in Death City.
Now and again, I thought of how it used to be- running around with no care in the world, doing whatever I fancied at the time. And most of all that I was running around like this with Maka. It always made my throat tighten slightly, and my breath came in short gasps. The sorrow was all but too much for me to handle, but there were more important things to attend to.
These days it was much different than before. By day, I'd sit in my cave with nothing to do, no Kishins to fight, no one to talk to. By night, I'd sneak out carefully as I could and find my dinner, or the next morning's breakfast. When I found nothing to eat, I would sit alone and listen to the angry rumbling of my empty stomach painfully rock me to sleep.
It was a saturday-or maybe a sunday? I had lost count-and I was starving. I hadn't had any dinner or breakfast, and my stomach rolled uncomfortably. I decided the only thing left to do was find some food, and I stood up shakily. I left the cave quickly, sneaking off into the trees that grew behind my hideout.
I let a bit of my insanity loose-it seemed to make me more instinctual-and chuckled. Something moved out of the corner of my eye and I whipped my knife out of my back pocket, pouncing on it, and stabbing the ground accidentally.
As I stood, regaining sanity slowly, I gasped in shock. Instead of a helpless animal, Black Star lay in front of me, rubbing his head angrily. Black Star was someone I'd known from DWMA. I backed away one step, letting the assasin stand up.
He looked up into my face, surprised. "Kid?" He asked in disbelief.
I smiled brightly, happy that someone was finally talking to me-it had been months. "Hi, Black Star!" I exclaimed, grinning wider now.