Madness [soul eater fanfic(yaoi)]

Chapter III ; The flower that bloomed

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 Insanity. Fear. They never seze to exist. Always there, creating perfect chaos. Everyone has fear inside them, in one form or another. But madness? Is it always there? Yes, yes it is. Comparing it to a flower is suitable. By the time you are born the seed has already been planted, there is no changing that, but there is no guarantee that the little seed of insanity will grow. Some people have those beautiful flowers blooming constantly, a forever changing cycle. Some have seeds that never sprout, while others become the most beautiful flower that wilts and dies, never coming back. It can all be different, but there are two things for certain: the seed is always there, waiting, and every time that flower of destruction blooms there is less chance that it will ever die. And a flower has just bloomed again. And this time, there is someone to try and make it live eternally.

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Third person P.O.V:

"Shit" the green haired male swore as he exited the kitchen. He rounded the corner with a frown on his face, and very few people would notice that the frown was only a mask hiding his true expression; fear.

But, really, there were few things that didn't frighten him. And considering everything that had happened to him it was justifiable. Extremely so. And this, he thought bitterly, his locked up anger starting to leak out of its cage, is the last person i want to see right now.

He stopped abruptly, only a few feet in front of his front door. The door, among other things in the apartment, had been custom-made. Getting a door with bolts, locks, and chains all of different types built into the block of steel itself was not the easiest of tasks.

He waved his hand, green light flowing around it, and the chains unraveled as the numerous locks opened.  No. His mind pleaded as he went closer to the door. Don't do it. His hand lazily reached for one of the bolts. Don't let him in, not again. The first of three bolts were slid open. No. The second bolt was slid back. Do not do this to yourself!  The third bolt joined the state as the other two. "Just so I can hit him" he whispered.

He opened the door, and in that moment his rage was released. And he directed it at the figure in front of him: a man with long red hair, at the age of 814, and who went by the odd name Sin and Mercy.

"Panic" he said, and that was all he said. Panic did not doubt that he would have said more, but there was now the warm barrel of a gun pointed at the older man's head. And so there was silence. Until Panic spoke.

"How dare you." his British accent rolled elegantly of him. "How fucking dare you show up on my doorstep after what you did. " he growled, and his finger tightened around the trigger. 

If you asked Sin himself, he would say that he was never intimidated, by anyone. He was now not sure if he would go back on that statement. He most likely would, with the current way his heart was beating.

Well, the friendly approach went to shit quickly. He thought, regretting the decision he made to come here.

 'Really? You thought that he would greet you with open arms after you left his brother sobbing? He might hate the guy, but you made a promise. That is important to him and the few shards of sanity he has left.' Mercy started ranting, getting quite loud in Sin's head.

Shut the fuck up, alright? I have enough to deal with, as I have a sorcerer/witch/ shape shifter/god-only-knows insane person with a gun on my head and wanting very much so to kill me now. Shut the hell up so I can deal with this god damn mess you created.  He snapped back, and Mercy fell silent.