An Exception

Chapter Three

That night, Zamasu dreamt of his previous life. He saw the world through the eyes of Zamasu. They were in their cabin, rambling on about their plan and their life that was about to unfold. They sounded like dreamers, completely carefree and so certain of themselves. They were so close to completing their plan! Everything was perfect! Nothing could go wrong!

It was painful to listen to now, knowing what he knew.

Even still, the way Black reached out to lightly caress his face felt so nice. His black eyes almost reassured him that it would all work out, that everything would turn out the way that it should. He was powerful and cunning, and handsome . . . and his voice was low and alluring. Zamasu had hung on every word, his own hands reaching up to rest on Black's shoulders.

They were perfect together. Who better to spend an eternity with than with oneself?

Black's thumb ran across his lower lip. Black's mouth was moving, but suddenly no words were coming out. What was he saying? He wanted to hear his voice again. Why was it silent now? No! Was it going to end already? It felt like it had just begun! Why couldn't he have more lovely dreams with them? He wanted to be part of that world again! That carefree and perfect world!

"Zamasu . . . Zamasu!" He couldn't even hear his own voice. He reached a hand out to try and touch his lover, but his hand went right through him, causing Black to vanish and the world around him to collapse just before he opened his eye . . . back to the real world.

Hearts loomed over him, his brows turned upward with apparent concern. The man's hands were on Zamasu's shoulders, "Are you awake now?" His voice was low, smooth . . . it was not the same as the voice of Black, but it was pretty nice in its own way. Why was he concerned, though? He should just mind his own business.

"I . . . I am." He didn't want to be awake. He'd give anything to go back to sleep and fall back into that dream. Would he see it again tonight? Perhaps he could see the world from Black's eyes next time. He wanted to see the beautiful face he used to have. "I'm awake."

"You were whining in your sleep and seemed distressed. I wasn't going to wake you, but. . ."

So Hearts was the bastard who woke him? "Then why did you? I wanted to see him . . ."

"See him?" Hearts tilted his head, "Were you dreaming of the two Zamasus again?" He was quite stuck on the past, wasn't he? Well, it wasn't so long ago that he had become a fusion, right? It must be strange to have the memories of two people within his one mind. "I didn't mean to wake you from that. I'm sorry." Why did he sound so upset, then? Wouldn't a dream like that be a happy dream? Well, whatever.

"Is it time for breakfast?" Zamasu was very tempted to simply roll over and try to go back to sleep. He wanted to feel that gentle hand against his skin again. He wanted someone to get as close as Black would get. He always forgot just how much he missed that intimacy until he remembered what Black and Zamasu had.

"No. I think it will be a while yet before it's ready. I think the twins are helping cook this time. They wanted Fu to teach them." Fu . . . he needed to have a talk with him about what exactly he was up to last night. Zamasu had been shaken by it last night, but he'd know for certain the extent of it once he saw the two of them interact today.

"So you woke me for nothing, then?" He didn't even bother to glare at the man. Instead, he simply stared up at him with a tired eye . . . though his gaze fell to the man's chest and the large scars that crossed it. What an interesting creature he was. Dual-toned skin, red eyes, large scars . . . what was his story? Not that it mattered. It did pique his curiosity a bit, though.