Here's a little drabble. Sorry for being dead here.

.s.t.a.r.t.

The world sank and swirled, a blur of colors and yet a pit of absence in the eyes of the young shinigami, Death the Kid. Life had gone to hell after he'd last seen his two lovers, Black*Star and Soul, when they all split up to play their parts in the siege of Baba Yaga's castle; he was captured, foolishly, and now he was reduced to this.

There was a shred of clarity, only a small string of sanity that resisted the onslaught of madness that overcame him; and yet, there was nothing, only madness, enlightening insanity. Everything was so lucid yet so clear, passing by him in a dream like state. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, and it delighted him so; but...his heart yearned for someone, and at the same time he did not know whom he wanted, who he desired.

When he saw the boy with blue hair fall before him, giving him color for the first time of his recent memory, there was a flash of familiarity in the boys eyes. "Kid!" The boy cried, looking truly happy. There was love, adoration, and pure undying happiness in those dark emerald eyes of his. A fleeting memory passed, graining and barely remembered; Kid had pressed his lips against this boy's own, pressing his body against the other while moaning wantonly.

Now, this confused the maddened child, who stood watching the assassin pensively, undaunted. What did this boy mean to him? What did the boy want?

He is the one who lusts for power... Now show him your own power, fragment, the power of Oblivion. Perhaps you could even... toy with him a little.

Kid's face remained unchanged, listening to the Great Old One's voice, as the boy finally seemed to change in his demeanor; his body slowly slid into a defensive position, as his face hardened in disbelief, despair, and anger. He would have jumped when he saw, for a second, a different boy in the original's place; a boy with snowy white hair, crimson eyes, and a shark-toothed smirk on his somewhat pale face.

"No..." He whispered, almost in pain, before biting his lip and changing, yet again; now, he was more stern, and calm. "I guess this is the price of being the great Black*Star, huh...? First Crona... now you..." There was another twinge of pain that passed in those depths, and something burned in the depths of Kid's chest. "I'm bringing you back with me even if I have to beat you up and drag you there over my shoulder."

There was no change; why would he be afraid of the bug that stood before him now?

A few moments passed as Kid continued to study the boy before him.

"Who are you?"

The tear that rolled down the tanned face made the mad shinigami's stomach twist uncomfortably.

Why?

"I don't like this feeling..." Kid whispered, his voice rough as he grabbed his chest. "I'll test my power on you... I'll make you disappear, so I don't feel like this anymore..."

And with the last words, the two - madness and clarity - charged.

.b.r.e.a.k.

In another chapter, Soul was trying to defend his meister, Maka, a person who was a little sister to him, with his life, and yet...

"No..." He whispered, his eyes widening. For a brief flash of time, he could see through Black*Star's eyes; he could see their shinigami drowning in madness, those lost, pale yellow pits of insanity that were once beautiful ember eyes which held unfathomable love.

"Oh gods... Maka..." Maka could tell what was wrong just by the looks in his eyes; Something had happened to Kid.

"Kid will be fine, Black*Star will take care of him until we can catch up..." Maka whispered, holding her hand out. Soul grasped her hand in his own, and transformed.

Even as he fought, distracting himself, he couldn't help but be haunted by the image of those eyes, which did not recognize either of them.

And for a moment, he saw something; and he knew that Black*Star did, too.

.b.r.e.a.k.

There was nothing. It was pure black.

Lost, despaired golden eyes tried to look through the darkness.

"BLACK*STAR! SOUL!" A shrill voice cried, cracking slightly. "HELP ME!"

A few moments passed. Nothing.

"Why won't you help me...?"

And the lost boy broke down, despaired.

.e.n.d.