The One That Died
Anime: Soul Eater
Castor [OC] x Reader
Soul Eater © Whoever created it ._.
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
Castor © RecklessAlbinoChibi
Male!Reader © Yourself, or whoever you want
Warnings: Bad language.
Author's Note: Because fuck your feels, that's why.
The grey-haired male paced back in forth in the corridor of Stein's surgery, his lips sealed tightly shut and his eyes wide and unfocused. A permanent frown seemed to be engraved on his lips as he walked, never once going more than a few metres away from the ominous grey door that Castor absolutely hated.
He rolled his shoulders in attempt to get rid of the ache in his neck, but never succeeded. His brow furrowed, his whole face screwing up in anger as his eyes steadily morphed from violet to a blazing red. It was his fault that he was pacing in this corridor. It was his fault that he had a large pile of guilt lying at the bottom of his stomach. It was his fault that [Male Name] lay on a surgery table with the entire contents of his stomach and chest still falling out of his open wounds--
'No, don't think about that,' Castor muttered to himself as he screwed his eyes shut tightly. 'He'll be alright. That tough son of a bitch will get through this. Sure, some of his organs may have been destroyed, but are things like that really vital? Jeez, what am I saying. He's screwed.'
As that realisation dawned on him, he snapped his head back to stare at the large iron door. 'He's screwed,' he repeated to himself, a little louder. His mind clicked in place as he remembered the look that [Male Name] had given him before he had blacked out from loss of blood. He was peaceful. He was quiet. He was so fucking screwed.
It was then that Castor could no longer take it. He couldn't be stood out here as [Male Name] bled to death! He had to help-- Could he just push his organs back into him? Would that work? At this point, Castor was willing to try anything. The tall male slammed open the door, catching sight of another head of grey hair - belonging to his 'creator'. "What's the Hell is happening?" Castor snapped, jogging over to the work bench that held the bloody mess of his best friend. "Why aren't you doing anything Stein!? He's bleeding here--"
"He's practically gone," the professor muttered, turning the screw in his head. "There's no way I can stitch him back up."
Castor let his eyes drift down to the teenage boy. He could make out a couple of bloody stitches, indicating that Stein had at least tried. The overall sight of [Male Name] almost made the male gag. His chest was ripped open entirely, blood still oozing out of the giant wound. His [hair colour] hair was drenched in sweat and it clung to his forehead, his eyes were also snapped tightly shut. Castor had always thought that he'd had a tough mind; being able to witness things like this in movies, but as he caught sight of the faintly beating heart, he immediately went into panic mode. The colour of his eyes quickly flashed to a mixture of blue and pink, the irises swirling with emotions. Castor's gaze snapped up to [Male Name]'s face. He was so peaceful. It was hard to believe that he was dying. It was hard to believe that he probably had only a few minutes to live.
The tall male lifted his hand, letting his fingers fall upon his best friend's cheek. [Male Name]'s skin was going incredibly pale, indicating that we was losing a high amount of blood. Castor stumbled of his words, before he finally choked out, "[M-Male Name]-- D-Don't leave me--"
Castor watched as [Male Name]'s left hand twitched, before his eyes started to crack open. A small ray of hope ignited within Castor, but was demolished as quickly as it had came when [Male Name] turned his head to him in a zombie-like state. His usual cheerful [eye colour] eyes were faded into the dullest shade of [eye colour] that Castor had ever seen in his life. It was so strange to see the usually happy male be downgrading into this.
A small, cocky smile made its way onto [Male Name]'s lips. "H-Hey," he choked out. "I-It's just a s-scratch."
At this statement, Castor's eyes flickered back to the large, open wound. No longer squeamish, Castor's gaze lingered on the beating heart that could be seen clearly, just lying peacefully within [Male Name]'s open chest. Now that he saw it fully, he noticed that the valves of the heart were severed too, and even [Male Name]'s heart was slowly bleeding out.
"J-Just a scratch?" Castor repeated, his voice half mocking and half on the verge of breaking out into a sob. "I hate to tell you, [Nickname], b-but y-you're e-entire chest is r-ripped o-open..."
At this, [Male Name] slowly lifted his head to stare down at the mess that had been made. "Oh," he mentally noted it down. "T-This isn't fixable, i-is it?"
Castor watched sorrowfully as [Male Name]'s head collapsed back down onto the iron surgery table with a loud 'thump'. "N-No," the silver-haired male whispered almost inaudibly. "I d-don't think..." Castor trailed off as he saw [Male Name]'s eyes flicker open again, seemingly finding it hard to stay away. Lifting his hand, Castor bit down on his thumb, seemingly turning into a little child again. His pinky-blue eyes were wide, tears beginning to build on the edges and threatening to break out into a waterfall on his face. "I-I don't want you to g-go," Castor muttered, never once taking his gaze off [Male Name]'s dull [eye colour] eyes.
[Male Name] blinked a few times as he brought his gaze back to Castor, trying to focus his line of sight. "I-It's not t-that bad," he forced the tiniest of smiles onto his face. "Y-You've s-still got S-Stein, K-Kid, M-Maka and the rest..."
"B-But they're not you!" Castor snapped, taking the other male aback for a brief moment. He calmed himself, going back to his thumb-biting. "I-I don't want a-anyone b-but you..."
[Male Name] opened his mouth, a small string of chuckles escaping, before the joyous action was severely severed by coughing. After a while of the painful hacking, he inhaled a deep breath, turning his head back to Castor again. "Y-You're a c-clingy bastard. Y-You know t-that r-right?"
At this, Castor smiled briefly. Here was the [Male Name] he knew: always making sarcastic, mildly offensive comments. "I-I know," Castor muttered, his eyes downcast. "A-And I-I'm also l-loud."
"And obnoxious," [Male Name] flashed him a pained smirk.
Here it was. Here was what Castor loved. He loved how [Male Name] would insult him so casually, even if he never meant it. Right now, Castor just wanted a few more insults to fly his way. Maybe it'd make him feel better.
"Did I ever m-mention t-that y-you're an i-idiot?"
Sniffling, Castor flashed a small smile. "Y-You s-say it a-almost e-everyday," he murmured.
"Everything's true, y-you know," the [hair colour] haired teen smirked. "You're c-clingy, l-loud, obnoxious, stupid."
"I-I know," Castor's eyes faded into a darker blue, his emotions growing stronger by each passing second. "A-And I-I'm s-sorry--"
"What for?" [Male Name] flashed him his large, signature grin, even though it clearly pained him to do so. "You're t-the best f-friend that I-I've ever had."
Upon hearing this small statement, Castor felt his cheeks go pink. A sad smile crossed his lips, tears finally escaping his eyelids. "Y-You're the b-best I've e-ever had t-t-too," he muttered, resisting the urge to glomp the other male. Doing so may potentially kill him quicker.
It was then that Castor caught on to the fact that he could no longer hear the thumping of [Male Name]'s fragile heart slamming against his exposed ribcage. As he averted his eyes in order to look, he felt a hand grasp his shirt. Immediately, he snapped his gaze back to [Male Name], who was staring at him with the dullest look he'd ever seen. He wasn't breathing, but was clearly still alive and holding onto the last breath that he took as a small smile was pressed onto the teenagers lips and he mumbled, "I'll miss you, Castor."
Castor could no nothing more than stare as all life was drained from [Male Name]'s eyes.
After a moment or two of complete silence, Castor broke out into a loud sob. Unable to hold himself back, he allowed himself to collapse over his dead friend. His slender arms wrapped around [Male Name]'s body, blood being smeared on the teen in the process, but Castor didn't seem to care. He sobbed into the crook of [Male Name]'s neck, shouting out the dead boy's name over and over again.
He trailed off, his sobs becoming more quiet and heartfelt. As the tears streamed down his face, he reached up, gently using his fingertips to close [Male Name]'s eyes.
"N-Not that I-I've e-ever told you, [Male Name]... N-Not that you'll ever hear. But... I love you. I love the one that died. I... I love you, [Male Name]."