Love... What Is It? (3 X 8)

Memories.

8 POV

He seems to enjoy street racing, but he knows it's illegal, he also acts cold to pretty much everyone, but cares about a stranger. What made him this way? I thought as I watched him sleep for a little longer. I started to walk out when I heard a noise.
   "No..." I cocked my head and looked back at him
   "No... stop... please..." he groaned. I was startled into speaking
   "3? 3 are you okay?"
   "Stop, please go away"
   "3? 3 wake up!" I said, panicked shaking him
   "No, stop, what did I do?" He went on
   "3 please wake up! I-I---" I started, then he shot bolt upright in bed.
   "3!" I cried leaping at him. He caught me.
   "You spoke?" He said, "shit did you see that?" I nodded.
   "Shit, you weren't supposed to see me like that." He replied
   "Why?" I asked.
   "Why what?" He countered, his tone apprehensive.
   "Why are you like this?" I responded.
   "I... some burdens no one should have to bear." He said, trying to shut down the conversation
   "But you shouldn't bear it alone" I countered, my voice soft.
   "F-fine, but I'll have to show you." He said, softly placing his fingers on my temples, and resting his forehead on mine.
   "Don't freak out, this is normal for me." He closed his eyes, and mine subconsciously closed with his. Images started to appear in my head. Memories I realized, but not mine.

No One's POV

First, 3 appears as an infant, with a white color, parents appalled as they read a report.

3's dad yelling at the mother, saying she should've used birth control.

3 is shown, about 4 being beaten by his parents, while a yellow boy and a pink girl watched, ond with sadness, the other with eagerness.

3 again, some time later, being patched up by the yellow.
T-thank you he said.
Anytime little bro. He responded.

3 again, 6 crying over a small puddle of yellow ink. Then packing a small backpack.

3, still 6 accepting help and a bottle from a street thug.

3, about 8, setting fire to a small house to distract everyone from him stealing food.

3, still 8, hanging out with a homeless street gang, who were passing drugs and beers around.

3, about 10, making music to raise money to go to school.

3 being bullied and beaten in the schoolyard, while one girl watches forlornly while the rest watch with mirth.

3, 12, grimacing as the girl from earlier bandages his stomach.

3, 14, denying joining Squidbeak with the girl, saying it was racist.

3, about 15 now, smoking and pulling off missions for Squidbeak, the girl nowhere to be seen, checking everywhere, almost as if he was searching for something... or someone.

3, 18 now, injecting himself with another syringe, hissing as the blue liquid entered him.

3, 20, tossing and turning as nightmares and memories plagued him.

8 POV

The images faded, as all of 3's memories flashed through my head, leaving me in tears at all the pain he's been through.
   "I-I'm s-so s-s-sorry..." I sobbed. He held me, gently, comfortingly
   "It's alright." He murmered.
   "N-no! It's n-not, there w-was s-so much y-yo---" I started
   "Shhhhh... I said it's alright." The warm feeling in my chest returned as he calmed me down. I need to know what this means. I thought as I softly nuzzled him, he pulled me closer.
   "T-thank you" I said weakly, "I want to show you what happened in the metro, like you showed me."
   "Ah, you see I'm a little special." He said.
   "How so?" I questioned.
   "That report, told them I was colorless, so my ink color was stuck as white, and unable to change with the aid of the machines. They didn't notice my inactive mimic gene. They also said I only have one heart, and so all my organs were enlarged to fill the empty space. That's why I use the syringes, they act like a filler to keep my ink flowing, because even though it's bigger, my heart is still weaker than three. And the formula has had side effects." He explained.
   "Magic" I breathed, piecing it together
   "Yes, magic." He said, "so, I'm going to enter your head, it won't hurt, but just think of all that happened in the Metro." I nodded, resting my head on his, closing my eyes. I felt a presence wrap around my mind, gently prodding me. 3? I thought. It's me. He broadcasted back. I lowered my defenses and started showing him everything.

[3 POV]

As I witnessed all she's been through down there, and my respect for her grew. I saw how she admired Marina and Pearl for helping her, and I almost felt bad for how I treated them.

Flashback

   "I don't like 3, he is such a sarcastic jerk!" Pearl said to Marina, who nodded in agreement as they stepped off the heli.
   "People who act like sarcastic assholes  normally have something to hide." I said, perched precariously at the edge of the building.
   "3!? Get away! You could fall!" Marina cried.
   "You know what's sad about that? A fall from here wouldn't even kill me." I replied.
   "Wha-- of course it would!" Pearl yelled.
   "No, it wouldn't." I said, "but judge someone after you know their story."
   "You won't tell anyone!" Marina cried
   "I know." I replied, falling over the edge. They rushed to the edge, looking for my body, only to see me slip into an alley.

Present

Almost. As the memories faded, I withdrew, she shivered at the vulnerability she felt now that her mind was no longer surrounded by mine while her barriers were down, after a moment, she seemed to regain her composure and pull her mental walls back up.
   "I'm sorry" I murmered, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "You, of all cephalopods, should not have had to go through that" I said, comforting her again.
   "C'mon, let's go take a walk." I said.

Oi! Another chapter! Sorry about the wait. School kicked up real fast. As for the story, I want to set it in 2025, so 3 is 22 and 8 is 18, (2003 and 2008) I know, that's dumb, but it's what I want. Either way, if I made any errors, please tell me. Laters!