Truth of Soul. (A Rosario+Vampire x Jedi Male Reader fanfic.)

Chapter 38: The Good Old Days.

(A/N: Most of this is basically just going to be a flashback chapter. We'll be back to present time at the end.)

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Y/N P.O.V.

We had met five years ago.

I had just gotten off the Mantis with Boss when we were met with the other mercenaries. Everybody had seemed... cold at first, but over the years, they'd eventually warm up. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to meet some of my best friends.

Eventually we came across a red-haired boy, barely a few years older than me. The others called him 'Brother Magnum', due to his unnatural and overwhelming speed. Boss had told me to stick close to Magnum, as he was going to be the closest one I'd have anything in common with. I was introduced as 'Brother Overhaul', and we quickly hit it off. We became the best of friends in a matter of weeks, so much so that we told each other our actual names. It was the best feeling I ever had. Marcus wasn't just my buddy, he was the brother I never had. We laughed together, trained together, and mourned together. He had told me that regardless of what happened, he would do his best to be there for me, even going so far as to say that if I ever chose to marry, that he would fashion the ring based on the woman who stole my heart. He might have been one of the most lethal mercenaries to ever live, but he was considerate, and cared about his friends and allies. No matter what you did to piss him off, one way or another, he'd be in your corner. His battle prowess masked it well, but he was one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet.

One of the reasons it hurt so much when he had turned his back on us was because it felt like he understood me. It felt like he was the only one who understood me at the time, and when I lost that, I felt as if part of me had died.

I wouldn't know it yet, but the same thing happened to him.

We had spent years fighting each other, and in the end, it got me nothing. Nothing but a massive load of misunderstandings, several problems to solve, and a dead friend.

I can vaguely recall an old memory of the time he helped me when my ex... 'broke up' with me.

When I say 'ex', I mean the mandalorian from mission 184 that I was rather attached to. We hung out a lot, and I really liked her.

When I say 'broke up', I mean the fact that she shot me.

That was a long recovery week. To this day, I've never told anyone about the scar the bolt left after busting my old mask and the concealer I always keep on hand.

Up until his unfortunate turn, he was always there for me. Even when I thought I didn't want him there. It was easy for me to hate him after that. I didn't know what had happened then to force him away. He felt as if the ones he held most dear would be endangered if he were further present after what had happened. I can't say I blame him. I likely would have done the same thing if I had endured what he had.

My mind immediately begins to drift back to an old memory from a few years ago. Marcus and I were hanging out in my chambers, which was basically a mix of a bedroom and a doctor's office. I had the stereo turned on, with Lindsey Stirling's Shatter Me album. We weren't talking about much, we were just having fun, playing some games, enjoying ourselves. After awhile, the conversation drifted to a more... unique topic. 

He asked me why I was here.

(Marcus) - Hey, Y/N. Outta curiosity, why did you accept the boss's offer?

(Y/N) - Hm? What do you mean?

(Marcus) - You accepted Boss's offer to join the Nightmare Squad. I imagine you had some sort of reason.