Demonic Deviation (FNF Demon Apocalypse AU)

17 ~ Rainstorm Rumble

It was raining. It had been a full day since Blu yelled at Pico and a full day since either of them had seen each other. Blue refused to even glance at a strand of his orange hair.

The rain didn't bother Blu as it hammered upon his bare back. All his wounds were nearly healed after sitting in the rain all day. Lynn's prediction about water having a healing effect on Blu was true.

He was shirtless on the roof once more. The water felt soothing on his body. Blu's cyan hair was draped over his face as droplets slipped off his sleek locks. His wings and skin were waterproof as any water that hit him immediately slid off. However, the fur on his legs and tail was still soaked.

If the sun was out, it would be sunset. The sky had yet to darken and was still white as snow with just a hint of pink.

With his furry legs curled to his chest, Blu looked up at the sky with tears staining his vision. The rain washed everything away, everything but the pain he felt. He clenched his teeth and hissed at nobody in particular. His head hurt from all the crying, and his face was numb from holding his breath.

The wound on his and Lynn's arms were healed after soaking in the rainwater for a few hours. Lynn had returned inside, but Blu stayed on the roof. Lynn was concerned, but Blu convinced them to leave by saying that he still needed to heal. It wasn't entirely false, after all, but he also wanted to be alone for a while.

As the storm grew stronger, so did the wind. The sky itself was crying. It was also growing darker today. Blu could've sworn he heard a rumble in the distance, but the thought of returning inside and facing him again overrode his fear of distant thunder.

A memory formed in his head, one that was recent.

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A voice was singing a lovely song, almost like a lullaby. Thunder shook his body, but the voice helped him remain calm. Then he remembered wrapping his body around something. The warmth kept him safe during that night, the heartbeat of the voice thudding rhythmically.

Blu suspected that Pico was there for him that night. Did it even happen, or was it a dream? He didn't know. Maybe it was his mind's desperate attempt to escape the storm.

But what if it were real? What if he really did spend that night with... no. He would never do that. He's cold and careless. He has no heart anymore, no soul.

He always had a sharp tongue, saying things that would accidently hurt Blu's feelings. But Pico was still very caring, always realizing his mistake and apologizing.

Back when Blu didn't go by his nickname, the night Keith left Pico was more than enough proof. They never really argued before and never once harmed one another physically. But Pico had swung and hit him multiple times. Why? Why did he do that? It wasn't like him...

Keith had to leave, Pico would just hurt him again. The ginger had refused to talk, refused to even look at him. It was like he was walking around aimlessly, yelling at the wall. Then, Pico got a gun out and started shooting at a window, narrowly missing his boyfriend on several occasions.

Keith was horrified. He left out of fear, ignoring every call or text for years. The next time they would meet, it would be on either side of an uzi on a rooftop.

Then, the next time they were face-to-face alone, a gun was once again between them. One of these days, Pico was gonna kill him.

That's why he left. Keith feared for his life.