Belladonna (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 3

Yang woke up with a start. He checked the time on the bedside clock. 4 AM. Great. That meant he had 2 hours to kill before Mr. Bright-and-Early woke up. It also meant that that weirdass nightmare robbed him of 5 hours of sleep. He needed some coffee.

Yang dragged their body out of bed, feeling like a potato sack was hanging off their left arm. Is this how it feels to Yin before Yang wakes up? Yang might consider waking up earlier. Might.

Yang headed to the kitchen, still thinking about his dream. Usually his dreams involved him causing chaos, but not in such a weird, symbolic way. Whatever, it was probably just Yin rubbing off on him.

Time passed, Yang enjoyed his coffee, and soon Yin was up.

"Oh, good morning Yang! Didn't expect you to be up so early," Yin greeted.

"Yeah. Woke up early. Perfect combination with being up late finding weird flowers."

"Oh! That reminds me!" Yin went up to their room and collected the flowers he had gotten last night. He headed back down to the kitchen and prepared some tea.

"So what's this 'perfect tea' for, anyway?" Yang asked.

"It's for Silver Spoon!"

"Ugh, that pompous ass? Why would you make something for him?"

"Well, us and Silver didn't exactly get off on the right foot on the show, so I want to make something to make it up to him!"

"Make it up to him? He got everyone to vote for us!" Yang couldn't believe it. He knew Yin was ridiculously kind, but this was just crazy.

"Well, we caused our fair share of problems too! Besides, I was hoping we could put all that behind us."

"Fine, whatever. I hope the tea burns him."

"Yang!"

"I said what I said."

Yin went up to Silver's room with the tea and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Silver opened the door. "Oh, it's you two."

"Hi Silver!" Yin greeted enthusiastically. "We actually made something for you!"

Yang resented the use of "we" in that sentence.

"Oh, really! Come in!"

Yin made himself at home, beginning to chat with Silver about "making amends" and "moving forward".

Yang didn't care about any of that, so he decided that now was a great opportunity to read Yin's brain diary.

Strangely, when he opened it up to the latest date, it was blank. Why mark the dates if you weren't going to write anything? Yin really was weird.

With the diary no longer an option. Yang decided to swipe some kitten pictures from Yin's room t̶o̶ ̶k̶e̶e̶p̶ for reasons.

Before Yang knew it, they were back in bed.

That night, he had a strange dream.

He was speaking to someone who was clearly in pain, clutching their stomach. Something about the person seemed familiar, but whenever he tried to piece it together, the puzzle fell apart before he could finish.

He wasn't sure what he was saying - something about revenge and patience. What he did know was that he wasn't speaking in his voice.

The person closed their eyes, and Yang began cleaning. He didn't know why, but it seemed like it was what he had to do.

He carried the person to their bed - god, they were heavy! - tucked them in so they seemed to be sleeping, and then left the person's room.

Wait, room? This was Hotel OJ! If he could remember whose room that was, maybe-

Yang woke up.