Starry, Poisonous, Night

Torn

"Oh, you're back." Cobra sat up from his bed. Noticing Lucy was at the door with a tray in her hand.

"Yeah. . . Here's some food. Midnight's downstairs sleeping." She said, setting down on the bed in front of him.

"How was it?" Cobra inquired as he took a bite of his meal.

"Well, it kinda seems he's gotten a fever. Just call for me if you ever need anything." Lucy said as she was about to turn and leave Cobra by himself.

"Wait," he said, which made Lucy's steps halt and look back at him. An eyebrow raised--curious of what he was going to say next. "you really aren't going leave or kill us, right?" Cobra said. His eyes stared into Lucy's eyes. As if he was trying so hard to search for an answer.

Lucy grinned. "Why would I let them kill you? Or why would I need the reason to leave? I will do as much as I can for you two to live freely once again."

Cobra nodded. "By the way, I can barely read your thoughts anymore. How do you do that?"

"I don't know. . . ? I've never really done much, but get headaches like when I was sick." Lucy admitted. Cobra just nodded, which made Lucy resume going back downstairs.

"Midnight? Midnight!" Lucy shouted as she rushed over to Midnight who was coughing badly on the floor.

"Lu--" He muttered, but was interrupted by coughing, harshly.

"Midnight. . ." Lucy stared at him wide-eyed. No--it wasn't him she was staring at. She stared below him. She was gazing at her floor. "Stay awake, okay?!" She said as she rushed to the kitchen to get water for Midnight while shouting for Cobra.

Midnight shook his head trying to get rid of the headache he was getting. He looked down below him and he starting to become afraid again. He spotted blood. The blood he had coughed up.

"What's with the ruckus?" Cobra scratched his head as he walked down the staircase. He was looking around the room and the first thing that he spotted was his best friend on the ground, coughing. "Woman! What happened to him!?"

"I don't know! He just got a fever and he was already coughing up blood!" Lucy was pacing back and forth. She bent down beside Cobra, staring at Midnight. "Does it hurt? Does anything hurt?"

"I feel like I'm suffocating. . ." Midnight quickly said, trying to catch his breaths. But he felt as if he was being clenched. He kept shaking his head to keep from fainting. "Lucy. . ."

"Although coughing up blood is a bad sign--it isn't much a bad thing for him. It only happens whenever he feels stressed or feels pressure.

"You just need to raise his blood sugar." A man told a blonde and maroon-haired.

"Thank you." The maroon-haired said. Dismissing the doctor. Lucy's eyes glanced at Midnight--which to her surprise she spotted was fluttering his red eyes open.

"Midnight." She said as she held onto his cold hand. Cobra noticed this and decided to leave them be for a while, looking rather sad.

"Lucy." Midnight said, but was muffled up because of the breather he was wearing. He ripped it off of his mouth and tried getting up.

"Midnight, stop it," Lucy reprimanded him, as she made him settle back down. "Remember? Everything will turn out okay?" Lucy reminded him. Midnight nodded, slightly. He stared at Lucy, sorrowfully.

"What if I can't reach for that light? What should I do?" Midnight asked out of the blue.

"As my mother used to say: Aiming for the moon can also mean landing amongst the stars. Which could always lead to another journey. Keep trying and keep aiming. You'll be able to do it." Lucy smiled at him.

Midnight's cold hand caressed Lucy's warm cheek. "Mid-"

"Let me stay like this a bit more. This may be the last time I can reach my light before I try to aim again." Midnight said nonchalantly. The two just stared at each other.

"Oh, you're done." Cobra saw Lucy sitting outside of Midnight's room. Lucy just nodded--a bit flustered. Cobra felt like he knew what happened. "Here." Cobra gave his coffee to Lucy.

"Thank you. . ." Lucy said, sheepishly.

"Why don't we walk out for a bit? Get some fresh air?" Cobra suggested. Lucy just followed.

"Y'know. . . ," Cobra scratched the back of his head, rather nervous and flabbergasted. "I'm sorry for our behavior. We've been quite a hassle. . ." He said. He waited for a negative response such as: 'You bet! You guys are assholes!'.

Instead he heard Lucy giggle. "And I sincerely apologize for my past behavior towards the two of you, as well!" He stared at her. Mesmerized. She shined when she laughed. He nodded a bit.

"Listen. . . ," he hesitated a bit. He was planning on whether he would tell her what was going on in his head. "Do you love Midnight?" He said bluntly.

Lucy looked at Cobra red and surprised. "I. . . I don't. . . know." Lucy said truthfully.

"Then, would it be possible for you to develop feelings for me?" Cobra inquired. (That escalated quite a bit)

Lucy gazed at Cobra. "Cobra. . . please don't--"

"Don't what? You know. . . I met this man before I killed him--and he always told me to keep fighting for what I want," Cobra looked into Lucy's chocolate orbs. "and I'm fighting for you."

Lucy then suddenly felt a pair of lips crash onto hers. It was soft, sincere. But, she pushed away. "I-I-I'm sorry!" She stammered as she started running away from the scene.

Why. . . why. . .why . . . ! Lucy dug her head deeper into her hands. Love was not what she wanted at all! She just wanted to let them free in the end.

"Little pig got lost?" A familiar voice said, which made Lucy more agitated.

"Not the time, Angel. . ." Lucy growled.

"No need to bite, Lucy! I'm just a-teasin'!" Angel guffawed.

"What do you need?" Lucy tried to become calm.

"You know back then? I really thought. I really should have killed you back then." Lucy gasped. She looked at Angel, who was just smiling sarcastically a minute ago; was now smiling sadistically! "No one cares, Lucy!" Angel said as she had a hidden pocket knife hidden in her sleeves.

"Angel!" A deep voice bellowed.

"C-Cobra!" Angel looked behind her. Her hand still around Lucy's neck. "What'cha doin' here?" She chuckled nervously.