To neverland.

By Lafeedeslilas

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Peter took Wendy to fly.

Wendy came to love Peter Pan.

Wendy grew up. Peter never did.

And so, their fates went down different paths.

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Growing up sucked.

The random thought crossed his mind while he sat under the showering rain, grey skies and in the middle of nothing, bleeding.

Yes, growing up sucked.

"Black star! Brace yourself! "

His eyes, dark eyes, shifted half-heartedly towards the distant voice that made itself a way between the deafening rain. He knew who it belonged to: Tsubaki's and she was carrying a fair amount of bandages in between her arms, the mud beneath her feet dirtied her dress as she run.

He snorted.

"Tsubaki, don't sweat it, it's not like I'm going to die. "

"Black star!"

It was a mix of shock and sadness, with a hint of motherly reproach-tone mingled somewhere in it. He had always liked that. He never had knew his mother; and he had decided that Tsubaki was enough. Then he chortled arrogantly, as he had always done. The girl who had already dropped on her knees to tend the wounds, let a slight scowl add the helpless expression she had been wearing.

"Please…"

The assassin stopped the laughter and abruptly looked at the floor. He spat.

"Yeah. I know, no more jokes about dying and the other stuff…"

The crimson droplets kept dripping down his injured arms and head; it pattered softly on the ground as if it were also part of the rain. The boy didn't wince when his partner adjusted the cloth as the last step.

"You… are too reckless" she managed to say in a soft, yet scolding voice. This time it was Black star's turn to scowl.

"I'm not. I'm god." His voice was grave and it dropped heavily on the air and on the flower's heart. However the tsubaki didn't yield this time; she forced him to listen to her. She hoped to hide the quivering on her voice, the franticness of it, but she didn't succeed.

"You are not a god! Why can't you understand that? You have a mortal body, Black star! Can't you see all this blood? Or are you pretending to not see it? Why do you do thi…"

"SHUT UP"

And that was enough to make her look away from him. The hostile eyes that she had seen him show to his enemies countless of times was this time shown to her. She put her hand on her heart as she thought that she had just felt it crack.

Ah. She had forgotten that his fearsome eyes had always been of a beautiful green color. The color of hope, the color of dreams.

"Please, don't push yourself…" she finally begged softly, after finding the courage to speak. Tsubaki kept wrapping the wounds. Only the pitter-patter of the rain could be heard again, and it didn't show any signs of stopping. Black star closed his eyes and feigned tiredness.

She wanted him to grow up.

He peeked silently at how she so earnestly took care of him and shut his eyes again, more tightly.

He didn't wish to grow up.

His eye lids opened up and noticed that there were no stars in the cloudy sky. It was obvious, yet he had never quite given much attention to it. Growing up would be like that, he thought. To be covered by reality, to sink and to never surface again for the sake of shining. For the sole sake of dreaming. To disappear. To be nothing.

"I love you"

The words came to him as a whisper, one with the wind. Barely audible, barely perceivable but it could never been taken back. Both knew that.

"So please…" Her clasped hands were trembling on the ground. The rain hadn't properly washed his blood from her finger tips. "…please, stop trying to become… become something so ..unreachable… I can't bear this anymore….I…I..!!"

The green eyes didn't change, and from his mouth, no words were uttered. He merely spread his arms and Tsubaki instantly threw herself on his chest, crying. He didn't hug back. He never could.

Because, those feelings, he couldn't understand them. He couldn't respond to them as she deserved. He didn't know them. For him, she was only a friend, a motherly figure, a loyal partner. And even if this was the same thing as what she had expressed, it didn't matter.

She had grown up. And she couldn't follow him anymore.

Dragging her would only mean hurting her. His own hands would tear off every single petal, he would break her into dust. He wouldn't bear that.

But, he couldn't follow her path either.

He had lived for the sake of his dream. He had been running the whole time, and he simply couldn't stop. Even if he were tired. He couldn't stop. This was his life. His breath.

With a forced but expert, smile, he pulled the woman from him.

"Tsubaki, go home first. I'll catch up in a while." Home. The word resounded like a rock down an empty can. "I have something to do. Ok?" Tsubaki looked up to him and met his eyes.

Green, the color of hope. Hope, the element of insanity.

She opened her mouth to object, but he gently cleared a wasted tear before she uttered a word. She nodded, obediently collected herself and stood. After throwing him an unsure look, she finally walked away.

The assassin kept his grin on his face, to encourage her. His arms on his waist, to show that nothing was wrong. His eyes never left her until her figure disappeared down the horizon.

The arms slumped on the sides as soon as she was not to be seen. His back turned to where she had been. His eyes did not look back again.

He took the first step towards Neverland.

This time there were tears; his tears. But the rain hid it all.

Never again. He told himself. Never again.

His path, was forever a lonely one.

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AN:

First Thanks to all the reviewers (you guys are awesome!!! XD I luv you guyss!!!).

Two. I simply found a striking resemblance (they are not exactly the same) on their personalities… you know peter pan and Black star, Wendy and Tsubaki… and so I decided to write this!! Just to let you know, the true peter pan story isn't really sad, but it doesn't have a total, happy ending, to say at least. They don't end up together, that's what I mean….but you know that

Well… Hope you enjoyed it.

And so… for more heart aches, review!!!

PS Oh yeah.. I meant to say this last chapter but I forgot: If anyone has a request (pairing, fairy tale), or an idea (no idea), just tell me. ^ ^ I would be so glad to hear them out (or read them out?).