An Eternity With You

The Day I Met You

'A lot has happened since I died. All I can feel right now is pain, excruciating pain. Everything is black -just like my heart hahaha... I don't think it was a good idea to go outside to get milk during a flood warning but hey, I guess I'm like dad now! I should probably stop being stupid but what else can I do? I'm alone floating in what I assume is death or hell or something. I know for sure I didn't get into whatever the good place is. Oh I liked that show.. Now I want shrimp. Well at least it stopped hurting. Am I even dead yet? Or am I in some kind of desolate limbo? Oh shit it hurts again! Fuck it hurts really bad right now! Wait, is that light? Who's talking to me? What's that beeping noise? Fuck, I think I'm gonna faint...'

Someone seems to be holding me close to them tight, as if they loosen their hold even a fraction I'll fade away. I can hear muffled yells around me, an almost desperate sound coming from the person holding me. I hear crying from somewhere when the louder angrier voice seems to be getting closer. Hold on, is that me? I don't remember wanting to cry. Why do I sound like a constipated baby? Wait..

- Person holding me

- I can't really see or hear

- I can't move

- I'm crying

Holy fuck did I get reborn? That's ass. Absolute shit. Fuck this. I feel my eyes closing and curse my newfound childlike sleepiness.

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The next few years pass by in a blur. I don't even think I was really conscious and I'm grateful. Imagine having to go through baby shit with a matured brain. Like what the fuck would I even do? I came back to my right mind right around dawn in some run down shack. There's a silhouette of a person laying on a ripped up couch. I look over the side of the little bed I'm on and see shattered glass in the corner of the room. I carefully lower myself to the ground and make my way to the shards. When I look into a larger chunk I see a little boy, probably around 7-8 year old with messy black hair and pale skin staring back at me. Damn I'm so cute <3.

I hear rustling behind me and see the person on the couch sit up. The sun has just started coming up and I can see some of the person's facial features. I hold back a gasp when I see Chrollo fucking Lucilfer staring at me with a confused expression and slight bedhead. "Why are you up, Mars?" He asked, sounding concerned. "I- um.. I had a nightmare..?" Shit what do I say! "C'mere" He opened his arms and looked at me expectantly. I shuffled over and awkwardly climbed up onto the couch with him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. My eyes widened and I turned my head to look at him. He sighed into my hair and started braiding it, not minding my staring.

He opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to tell me something but decided better of it and closed it again. "What's up?" I ask, really wanting to know what was going through his mind. "I just.. I know I'm never going to be anything like your brother but I really hope you can come to understand me.. Not like I want you to see me as a brother..." The last part was so quiet I barely heard it, and there was a gleam of something resembling hatred in his eyes. It made me wonder what my life was like before I woke up from the stupor I had been in. We sat in a somewhat comfortable silence while I pondered what he might've meant by not wanting me to see him as a brother. Did he hate me? Or is it something else? Who even was my brother? Questions clouded my head as we sat in that shack, the sun slightly peaking over the dirty windows on the wall.

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Time Skip, 2 weeks

We went out at around noon, my hand in Chrollo's as we walked through the piles of junk surrounding us. He had seemed surprised when I had grabbed on to him but gave me a small smile and looked forward, seeming happier than before. I felt bad because I had been rather distant for a while, trying to figure out what was going on and how the actual fuck I got here.

We dug through piles of junk, looking for something, anything we could eat or sell. Rats and mice scurried around our feet and the sun blazed down on us. We'd gotten a good amount of things but Chrollo really wanted a book. I don't think he's met the Phantom Troupe yet if he doesn't have that book. As I peel up a ripped and stained bed sheet from one of the piles I notice a mahogany box slightly buried in the trash. I wiggle it out and carry it over to Chrollo, excited to sell it. He notices I'm struggling with carrying it and comes over to help. We lift it up together and set it down by our small pile of not so trashy junk. He looks at me with an excited gleam in his eyes as he fiddles with the handle. The box opens and we both gasp. There's a book. An actual book! I haven't seen a book since like high school 'cause why would I read? Plus I died in my year off before college. Not disappointed. Anyways, he looked so excited at the prospect of reading an actual book instead of the letters on scraps of paper floating around. His eyes were shining with glee as he turned towards me. "Mars, we found it. We found a real book!" He looked so happy I couldn't help but laugh with him.

We were so happy, grinning all day as we rolled a rusty cart behind us, full of what others would call junk. To us it was gold. I doubt I'll ever see the world the same after being here. I'm kind of sad now, thinking about how ruthless and cruel he'll be in the future. Should I change that? Could I? He seems to notice I'm lost in thought and grabs my hand, stopping me from walking into a trash pile. I snap out of my daze and look up at him. He smiles at me and intertwines our fingers, laughing and picking up the pace. I join him in his laughter and we both run back to the shack, the wheels on our little rusty cart squealing as it strains to keep up. This is good. I'm happy here and I don't want anything to change.