Third Person
Paris, France: 4th Cemetery
5:45 A.M.
"And I thought this night will be filled by the sound of my bullets," Target scratched his head while trying to get rid of the little specks of dirt.
His grip on the shovel tightened when he felt the pang of cold air brushed past his face. As he dug deeper on the ground, the more sweat his forehead creates.
"I'm hungry..." said a young man, just sitting on one of the rectangular tombstones while watching his companion do all the work.
"I dragged you here to help me," Target gave Blood Shed a death glare before striking the shovel on the ground to keep it standing.
"I'm helping!" Blood Shed pouted.
The dark-haired boy went to accompany his white-haired friend who is now playing with the button of the flashlight, making it like a flashing disco light. He sat beside him and stared at his childish tics.
"Holding the flashlight isn't that much of a help, Blood Shed" Target chuckled.
"You don't want light, then let's turn this off" the white-haired male snickered, "It's low on battery anyway."
Blood Shed put away the flashlight and took out a bottle; he took the cap off and drank from the bottle, some contents escaped from the side of his lips to travel to his neck.
Target blushed at that sight under the moonlight, he averted his gaze and softly said, "No, you're really not helping!"
"Says the guy who brought guns when all he has to do is digging..." the white-haired boy said blandly before placing the cap back on his bottle.
Target can't believe that he was really falling for this childish boy, he fell in love more when he saw his face with no trace of piercings. Even though he was the one closest to the boy, Blood Shed is incredibly secretive and mysterious. Target has very little knowledge about his life outside their business.
"Fuck you!"
He wished.
That was all he could say after staring at him for a good 5 seconds, the inability of Blood Shed to take things seriously makes it hard for the boy to confess.
"No need to curse... I brought refreshments, which helps" Blood Shed stroke him a smile before handing him another bottle of water.
"Alright. Give me some..." he took it and smiled at the warm feeling inside him.
Twisting the cap of the bottle, he closed his eyes and examined the inside of the bottle. He turned to Blood Shed and asked, "This isn't one of your liquid bomb shit right?"
"What?" Staring at a distance, Blood Shed asked him again. The boy was in deep thought so he didn't want to bother him, he shook his head slightly and drank the water straight.
"Nothing..." he answered before wiping his moist lips.
It's just fucking water...
"I'm wondering. Why do we always call each other our nicknames?" the white-haired boy asked.
"Why all of a sudden?" Target raised one eyebrow to address the expression.
"Nothing I just miss hearing my name" Blood Shed smiled and stared at the moon.
"Di-"
"But let's keep it this way. I don't want to hear my name, anyway..."
He was about to call his name but he got interrupted by the boy jumping down on one of the crates to explore. The dark-haired man stood, completely puzzled at what his crush mean by that.
"But you just said-" Target paused and looked down at the crater to see Blood Shed just laying there with his arm covering his eyes.
"Whatever, you're weird"
He stayed and stared at the sleeping boy like that for not more than 4 minutes before he hauled up the heavy shovel to dig some more dirt, this time without a flashlight.
He just got to trust in his senses to find something. They have already dug many crates in this spot of the cemetery, no one really goes there anymore but in case someone shows up, it will be too dark for them to notice, and will just fall to their own grave.
More and more dirt was added to his sweatshirt, his hands were so sore because of the weight of the metal equipment. If the girl did use this- damn! She's strong!
"You're not done? Ugh!" Blood Shed complained and came back to seat on the tomb.
"Be patient!" Target whisper- shouted and continued to strike the ground with his shovel.
"Sorry I don't have virtues, whatsoever" Blood Sued chuckled.
Target rolled his eyes and ignored Blood Shed's complaints.
"Are you really sure this is where the girl went that night?" Target asked, annoyed that there is no clue of something hidden.
"I am sure," Blood Shed said and decided to stand up on the tomb to test his balance by walking near the edges with his hands freely opened to the sides.
"AH!"
Target heard a loud thump from his behind so he immediately turned around, to find Blood Shed laying on the floor, not moving.
"Blood Shed?"
No answer...
At first, he just stared at him wide-eyed but then he stroke the shovel on the ground then walked closely to Blood Shed's body. Kneeling in front of the unconscious boy, he crawled to loom over him and gently traced the buttons on the buttoned shirt of the white-haired boy.
"Blood Shed... I-"
Lust was starting to consume him and his thing is rising to the occasion. He leaned closer to his face while snaking his hands down to the clothed thighs of Blood Shed. His sweat never drained his body before but this is so much that he started drooling over his luscious lips.
"You're no fun..."
"... what the fuck, Blood Shed?"
Red eyes met his cerulean ones; he stumbled upon backing away from the pretending white head. Blood Shed burst into fits of laughter as he got up from the ground unharmed.
"So you practice necrophilia, huh?" Blood Shed looked disgusted at his friend and stayed frozen in his place.
"What? Hell no..." Target blushed and threatened his fellow male with the shovel. "I know you're just joking and I thought it'd be fun to joke with you"
"You're explaining yourself too much..." Blood Shed snickered. "That's both sad and pathetic"
Blood Shed walked up to him and pushed him to against the rectangular tombstone. His face reeks of lust as he climbed at the top of him and decided to keep him laying there. Target closed his eyes when he felt his bulging thing rubbing against Blood Shed's behind.
"Hey..."
He felt his breath in his ear. It's enough to make him lose his breath as he kept his cool. He has no experience with having sex and he was too shy to control this whole thing so he let the white-haired boy take control.
"Target. Guess what?" Blood Shed asked that made him open his eyes again.
"You've been fooled again!" He laughed.
Fuck...
"If you think you're good at being gay. Well, I'm better," Bloodshed kept teasing the boy.
Target blushed from embarrassment and tried to calm the wild snake underneath his pants. He looked away and took his body to the side with him so that his companion would not notice how hard he was at that moment.
"Just shut up! I'm trying to find something here and you do all of that bullshits..." he yelled even though his voice cracked.
"Why are you so interested when I said that Aksenov hid something here?" Blood Shed asked.
"I told you! I need it..." Target's voice trails off.
"What if she just hid used panties here?" Blood Shed laughed, it made Target smile but he has to hide it with the fact that he was just pranked into having sex a while ago.
"Stop fooling around, Blood Shed, and help me!" the furious black- haired male said, "There must be something here that will ruin her"
Blood Shed shrugged his shoulders and finally decided to help Target who has the shovel. Target continued to dig with the shovel while Blood Shed, with his keen eyes, was looking around feeling the ground with his feet.
Target was about to drop the shovel and report to Phoenix that nothing is hidden here besides maggots, dog shits, and weeds.
Until-
"I feel something!" Blood Shed cheered and repeatedly poked at the hard part of the soft soil.
Target reluctantly went to the spot where Blood Shed is because he's afraid that it's another prank from the boy or maybe it's just a medium-sized boulder.
They encountered quite a few boulders while searching a while ago but what's the harm of checking it out, right?
After he got the thing out of its confined space on the ground using the metal shovel, Target handed Blood Shed the shovel and examined, from what it seems, a beautifully designed jar.
"Here! Hold this..." Target said. "Now I got something..."
"Lemme see! Lemme see!" Blood Shed repeatedly nudges Target's side just to take a look at the jar.
Target handed him the jar to look if the jar came along with something else but unfortunately, it's just the jar.
"Wew...This is too bizarre..." Blood Shed's eyes sparkled when he opened the jar; he was surprised by what was inside of it.
He pulled out a picture- A picture of two people.
"Syracuse, 2018" he read the scribbling on the back before flipping it back to the image side.
It was too dark to see the details on the image but it was crystal clear that the girl on the photo was-
"What the- This is Raine Aksenov," he muttered and stared at the picture more, slightly bringing it near to his face.
Target stared at him before Blood Shed felt creep out and decided to direct a question and asked, "Why the fuffle are you staring?"
"I thought you will say a bad word," Target confessed. "I kind of want you to say it."
The white-haired male just rolled his eyes and put the picture back inside the jar, he raised the jar to look underneath it. His eyes widened before he smirked and climbed out of the crate to set the jar aside.
"I can't believe that being with me and the others can't make you curse," Target explained before he laughed, only to notice that Blood Shed fell silent. "I guess you're still doing what daddy says..."
"I say bad words...-" Blood Shed smiled.
xXx
"Fuck me more, daddy!"
xXx
He hated his mind every time that voice comes in like an intruder to a peaceful house. Breathing in and out was all he could do to calm himself down.
"But I don't like hearing them. I like to save them for a more worthy moment" he smiled.
But then-
xXx
"You bitch! Fuck that shit of yours!"
xXx
He was blinded by those memories again. It was only natural to stay quiet during these times but his fist can't hold it as they curl up into a tight ball.
"Oh yeah like what?" Target asked and got confused about why the face of his companion darkened.
Even so, he really needs to get this information to Nightmare. He just has to go in his car to get his cell phone right after they clean up these craters.
"I don't really know..." Blood Shed answered.
"Come on tell me. In the meantime, I'll look for more," Target turned his back to find the shovel, he could have sworn that he just saw it in the crate.
"I'm sorry, Target..."
Is he hallucinating?
"You have your mission, I have mine..."
Is it just dark?
"Where is the shovel?"
Or someone else has it...?
"Here's one worthy moment-"
That voice...
"UGHH!"
No way...
"You sad pack of shit!"
It was like he was hit by a truck, his last clear vision was Blood Shed holding the shovel up in the air and his head was throbbing in pain. All he can do is lay there, staring up from the crate he was in.
He made himself believe that the person who attacked him is not the person he was crushing on but then there he was, staring down at him from the edge of the hole he made.
"Blood Sh- iit! Ughh..." he tried to call his name but the patch of skin that was covering half of his face was scratched by the razor-sharp edges of the shovel.
Getting up was not possible because his legs were turned like Lego pieces in an unrecognizable position, he wanted to scream in pain but he can't open his mouth without pissing himself because of the enormous amount of pain.
"I'm so sorry. I thought I would make this more fun for you but unfortunately, I have to end this here..." Blood Shed has no guilt in his face, just lifeless.
He was not satisfied with the condition of his friend; he decided to toss the heavy shovel headfirst at him, aiming for his stomach.
"AHHH!"
The side of his jaw was slightly detached from its initial position because he screamed so much. His eyeballs darted downwards when he felt the excruciating pain on his stomach; the shovel was buried deep through his intestines.
"Shhh... Shhh..."
That voice was begging him to sleep...
"Don't worry... I'll kill you using your own gun. The sounds of it will be the last you'll hear" Blood Shed pointed something at him.
He couldn't tell, his vision was just adjusting, it was extremely blurry because of the blood and acid from his stomach.
Target's widened like saucers when he saw the gun that was originally on his waist belt was now in Blood Shed's hand.
"I'm not going to tell what the reason behind this. Just in case, you live again" Blood Shed explained while figuring out how to use the gun.
"Just like in the movies that we've watched together!" -finally pointing the gun at him, aiming for his chest.
"AHHHH!"
Target screamed and jerked his head backward, he felt numb but he clearly felt the pain on his left arm. Blood Shed missed the aim on his heart, apparently, he didn't have to shoot his heart, it was already dead on Target's part.
"Bloo- ugh! AhH-"
"Sorry, I'm not really good at aiming..." Blood Shed apologized and took another aim at the poor boy. "Let me try again"
"UGHH FU- AHHH..."
The bullet hit the right shoulder of Target.
"At least we're getting somewhere" Blood Shed shrugged and jumped into the hole and slowly approached the still boy.
"Let me just join you there so I could finally shoot you in the head..." He muttered and carelessly pulled the heavy shovel out of his stomach. The blood spurted out of the big slit as Target's breathing shallowed.
He blinked once.
The white-haired boy was on top of him once again, just staring at his helpless form.
"I like you, Dione," he spoke.
He just has to say it.
His name...
Maybe he'll bring out the sanity within him.
"I love you..." he confessed again before closing his eyes.
Then there it is, another pair of warm flesh touching his severed lips. He opened his eyes and was met by the glowing red eyes of Blood Shed.
Did he do it?
Does this mean that they shared the same feelings?
There was no pain. The last thing that he felt was his lips colliding with his but other than that-
There was nothing...
He did not felt the last bullet hitting the temple of his head and passing through the other side. The blood spurted out of his mouth and head because of the impact of the bullet, his neck cracked a little.
"You should have saved that for a more worthy moment." Blood Shed pulled away and licked the blood off his lips.
It was the last bullet inside the gun and Blood Shed did not waste it to play lovey-dovey with a dead man.
"Good night, Walter..."
He got off the crate after picking up the shovel. The lazy boy sighed and started working to cover up the holes that were made earlier; he stared at the corpse of his late friend and stuck his tongue out in disgust.
"Your blood tastes like everyone else. It's bland..." He complained. "And you're gay? Bleh...!"
He poked his mutilated cheek before covering him with his jacket because-
Why not...?
He got bored in a bit so he sat on the rectangular tomb again and gave his attention to the decorated jar on his side.
He checked underneath again and smirked.
"Now this is a secret, I've been looking for," he chuckled before putting down the jar and looking up to the sky.
The sun is starting to set, signaling that spring morning has come.
"Ahhh... I forgot about meeting with Saccharide..." He said to himself before gazing at the last hole that he hasn't covered yet.