Sword Crossed Lovers {a dreamnoblade story}

{9}- Memories Of Nobody

{Author's Note}

DID Y'ALL MISS ME!? HEY LOOK I AM NOT DEAD, WOOO!

Uhhhh-

TW: Violence, blood descriptions, all that kind of shit

•I feel really weird using their real names in this but it's just cause of the random thing I came up with, so those are their middle names. I'm still not shipping the actual people and only the personas/characters, like shipping movie characters but not the actors.•

{Techno's POV}

"You're back..."

"I never really left,"

I grabbed and embraced him. Tears were spilling from my eyes, I could've sworn I watched him die that night years ago, but here he was, in my arms just like how it was when we were young...

I was sitting in a field and I saw Clay -or Dream as he was now known- coming towards me, but he looked worried. As he came closer I noticed that he had a cut stretching across his cheek, still fresh.

"Hey Techno!" He said happily, but there was an undertone of something else, something much more worrying. I stared at him and his smile faltered. He sat down next to me and stared forward over the small flower-ridden cliff that we were on the edge of.

"What happened." I told him with more force than I wanted to. He recoiled slightly but calmed when I rested my hand on his thigh. A blush creeped it's way onto his freckled face and the green eyes shifted to anywhere but me, he was clearly hiding something.

"C. Tell me what happened." I repeated, this time more forceful. He met my gaze for a moment and I grabbed his face so that he couldn't look away any more. He didn't even try to escape from my grip and let me move his head so I could examine the injury.

{QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER}

What is your top three songs right now?

Mine:
•On Some Emo Shit - Blink-182
•Let The Bad Times Roll - The Offspring
•For You Forever - Set It Off

{SCHEDULED BROADCAST}

It was a deeper cut than I originally thought, it stretched from just about the bottom of his ear to just above the corner of his mouth. Blood was dripping out of the cut and almost into his mouth. The red liquid never seemed to stop coming, even after I repeatedly wiped it away.

"Okay, what the hell happened. I need you to tell me, Clay." I moved his head back to face me and he still refused to meet my eyes, "Look at me and tell me what happened."

He seemed to finally give in and sighed, meeting my eyes with his usually vibrant viridescent eyes. His hands moved to my shoulders and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, I felt tears grace my shoulder.

"Bullies... It was Kelvin and his crew," I felt my blood boil at this, how dare he. I would not stand for this but before I could get up I felt the blonde boy's grip on my shirt tighten and then loosen.

"Da..ve... I don't feel so good.."("Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good..") He was pale, much paler than usual, this clearly wasn't good. I felt his body go limp in my arms and I shot up, shifting him onto my back and I ran. Ran like there was no tomorrow, and there possibly wasn't, for him at least.

"PHIL! Phil! I need your help!" I yelled as soon as I entered our house, the addressed man immediately looked up from his book and over to me. Once I brought the smaller boy over to the couch where Phil was I shifted him into my arms, bridal style.