Under the Mirror

The First Reincarnation

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Summary: | ingredients: loneliness, reuniting, and old promises |

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Seeing as Blake was only alive for a day and a half before he was violently exploded, he hadn't even considered what the thought of death was like. He didn't expect it to be... this.

He was in a realm of darkness, a vast ocean of pitch black swallowing him on all sides. He felt empty, hollowed out — the fire that had once burned inside him completely washed out.

His brothers weren't here.

His father wasn't here.

Only him... and his memories. With nothing else to entertain him, his mind kept on replaying the events that happened over and over. His own personal torture: what could've happened, what he shouldn't have done, his poor, poor brothers, his father... and of course, them.

Blake curled into a tighter ball, biting his tongue. The anger, the regret, the grief all washed over him again and Blake tried to let it pass.

But just as the final waves were disappearing, something happened.

Something warm and invisible touched him lightly, feeling him out, before wrapping around his tiny body like a cocoon, a warm blanket, a hug from somebody you loved (which was impossible, because it was always cold. There is no warmth if you're dead).

But this couldn't have been happening. Was he hallucinating? A final vestige of warmth before he disappeared and flicked out of existence? But no; warmth was sinking to his bones, sudden energy flowing through him that made him want to run, jump, move.

A light was now surrounding him, ethereal and almost heavenly-like. The light was now overtaking his vision, the cold blackness disappearing into the brightness. The light was growing brighter and brighter and Blake was forced to close his eyes.

It was quiet. Still, like a breath now held.

Then something slammed straight into him like a waterfall; blood-burning, muscle-seizing, air-rushing, heart racing so hard it felt like it was going to crack his ribs.

Life. He was alive.

He snapped his eyes open and the first thing Blake sees in his second life is a pair of minty green eyes staring down at him in concern.

The boy gasped, pure joy filling his big eyes. "He's awake! Blake, oh thank god!" The kid's voice cracked on his name and he threw his arms around him in a hug.

Blake flinched, unused to the sudden contact and for the fact that the boy was trying to strangle him.

"Not god, Her," a cool voice said. A snooty looking blond floated towards them. His navy blue eyes softened when he met Blake's gaze and he smirked. "Nice to see you again, brother."

Blake blinked, and the green-eyed boy finally released him from his hug. Brother? What was this kid talking about? He didn't have any brothers except for —

Blake gasped; the chubby kid who had hugged him had fluffy black hair almost to his shoulder, a beaming, almost expectant grin on his face, and the biggest, most adoring green eyes Blake has ever seen. The blond had his hair combed neatly out of his face. Navy blue eyes stared back at him with a smug, knowing smile of his face like he knew —