Belladonna (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 8

A/N: Hey! Long time no see, huh? I'd love to have a typical ao3 author excuse like "my house burned down", but I've just been procrastinating transferring stuff from paper. Sorry for the long wait! I will be starting school soon, so it might be a bit until the next chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Yang worked over the pot, trying to avoid making too much noise. He was lucky that Yin didn't notice him manifesting a kitchenette in their mindscape, and he didn't want to blow it.

For the hundredth time, Yang found himself wishing he could just manifest what he needed.

Unfortunately, you can only manifest things you've seen, and Yin had never made this particular kind of tea.

"Good thing, too, or he might've used it to kill someone," Yang found himself thinking.

He brushed that thought aside and continued working on the tea.

Soon enough, it was done. It seemed to be a regular brew of tea, with a hint of a lavender smell. Yang had seen Yin make that kind of tea what felt like a hundred times.

And - perfect! - there Yin was, heading to his mental bedroom.

Yang headed out with the tea and stopped Yin.

"Hey, can we, uh, talk?"

Yin seemed confused, then noticed the tea in Yang's hand.

"Oh, sure! Come on in!"

OK, this plan was going perfectly so far. Now for the next part, which was his least favorite.

Yin took a seat at a small table and invited Yang to do the same. Yang sat down and mentally prepared himself.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, it's about what you said the other day. About Silver... and everyone else."

Yin frowned. "What about it?"

Yang knew what he had to say. He hated it, but he had to. For the plan.

"You were right."

The words were bitter on his tongue.

Yin seemed surprised. "Really?"

No. "Yeah."

Yin's look of surprise shifted into a slightly smug grin. Yang considered it a monumental act of restraint to resist the urge to punch him in the face.

"I knew you'd come around eventually."

"Yeah. I guess I was a bit... in shock after Silver died, y'know?"

"Completely understandable. I had been planning this for a long time, so I suppose I had forgotten how sudden this would be for you." Yin's smile shifted to a warmer one. Yang almost thought it was worse.

"Wait, how long have you been planning this?"

"Oh, a couple of weeks, maybe even a month or two." Yin waved it away as if he hadn't just admitted to premeditated murder.

"Oh. Wow." That was all he could really say.

"Oh wow indeed. Now, I think my tea is getting cold," Yin said.

"You haven't poisoned this, have you?" he added almost jokingly.

"Nope." It was the truth.

"Good." Yang drank the tea. "Delicious. It's nice to finally have someone on your side."

"Agreed," Yang replied. "Though, I should be getting to bed. It's getting pretty late."

"I think I will too. I'm feeling rather-" Yin yawned. "Tired."

Yang left Yin's mental bedroom and waited just outside the doorway until he heard purr-like snores.

Good, the sleeping herb had worked.

Now to find that nerd...