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BlackStar Arc: Chapter 6
The God and His Goddess
BlackStar was not a hard person to find, at least not when he wasn't trying to hide.
It had only been a few minutes since Tsubaki had woken up in the infirmary, and she could already hear BlackStar's loud voice. At first it had shocked her, hearing his familiar laugh ringing through the ship. Shocked her so that she couldn't move.
Then it infuriated her.
She just went through hell and back because of him! She had been heartbroken and tormented by thoughts of him and how he had loved her. She had her heart stomped on by that despicable creature named Capone when he told her that the man she loved was a murderer. And he was laughing!?
After several minutes of the conflicting emotions battling in her chest, she gave up on making any sense of them.
She just wanted to see him again. Then everything would make sense.
She sat up slowly, looking around the infirmary with a wince. Her hand flew to her neck and her fingers brushed fabric. Bandages.
Twisting her torso so that she wouldn't agitate the wrappings around her neck, Tsubaki saw an unconscious Kidd to her left, and a bored looking Liz to her right. "Well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty," the gunner said with a small smirk.
"Liz? What are you doing here?" Tsubaki asked, a note of concern in her weak voice.
"One of the bastards got me in the side," she grunted, lifting her shirt to reveal gauze wrapping around her stomach.
"Why do we even let you fight anymore?"
"Haha, very funny. I'm a great fighter."
"You got stabbed! " Liz just huffed, rolling her eyes.
"I'll be up and walking in no time, just you wait-" BlackStar's loud laughter interrupted her sentence, and her eyes immediately went to Tsubaki. Her face had pinched up oddly, and Liz didn't know whether to laugh or punch BlackStar in the face.
"... When did BlackStar get here?" she asked calmly, her face smoothing out until it was blank.
"During the fight with Capone. Apparently he sniped a few of his underlings, sneaked his way up to the bridge, and shot Capone while he was strangling you." Liz scowled. "He deserved a much crueler death than what BlackStar gave him."
"Yes," Tsubaki said quietly, "yes he did." She stood gracefully, and the blonde couldn't help but wonder how anyone could be that graceful with a twisted ankle. Must be a Japanese thing. "How long have I been out?" she asked softly.
"Only about 9 hours," Liz said just as softly. "BlackStar was here for most of it, but then his witch friend dragged him off for a game of Crate Ball. A pick me up, she said."
"And who is this... witch friend?" Liz missed the slight hint of anger and jealousy.
"Angela? Oh, she's a sweetheart. And she can do this cool thing where she turns invisibl- wait where are you going?" Liz watched as Tsubaki stormed out of the room, looking eerily calm.
"I'm going to see BlackStar," was all she said, and Liz couldn't help but wince at her cold, angry tone.
"Don't beat him up too much!" she called after her friend. "Maka already broke his nose again! And be careful on that ankle!"
Tsubaki barely heard her, limping towards the cargo hold slowly. She could hear the other's voices now, and it sounded like Patti's team was winning.
"Woohoo, eat that DorkStar!"
"Give your God the ball!"
"Move your ass Mifune!"
"Don't yell at Mifune like that Maka, you're not even playing!"
"MOVE YOUR ASS ANYWAYS!"
Tsubaki stepped through the door, and all conversation came to a halt. She first looked over to where Maka was sitting between Soul's legs, one hand resting on his cast and the other held above her head where she seemed to be gesturing wildly at the players. Patti had jumped on the back of a short teen with dreads, and a taller man with blonde hair looked like he had been trying to steal the ball from BlackStar.
BlackStar had dropped the ball the second he had seen her, eyes wide as he took her in. She felt relief bubble up inside of her, but pushed it away.
She was still pissed.
"Tsubaki," he breathed softly, moving towards her as a wide grin split his face. "Damn, I wanted to be there when you woke up but-!"
A loud crack echoed through the cargo hold, a large red handprint appearing on BlackStar's cheek. The other occupants of the room gaped as Tsubaki brought her hand down, glaring at him.
"Tsubaki!?" she started with a hiss. "You disappear for nearly two weeks and all you can think of to say is my name!? No 'I missed you', no 'I'm sorry I disappeared and left you to worry', no 'Oh by the way I was being hunted down by a mobster'!?" BlackStar was staring at her in shock, and the part of her brain that was hopelessly in love with him noted that he had gotten tanner while he was gone, a difficult thing to do. "Do you know how worried I was!? H-how much I missed you? And all you can say is my name?"
Tsubaki had started crying without noticing and before she could rant anymore, BlackStar was kissing her, hard and fast in his attack. She tried to struggle, tried to push him away so she could be mad at him, but that was a pointless fight. She had missed him too much.
"Tsubaki, I'm so sorry," he said when he pulled back for air, his eyes still closed. "I wanted to keep you safe. I wasn't thinking." He looked up at her, and all of her anger melted away at the soft remorse in his eyes. "A god should never leave his most faithful follower behind, not for anything."
"Damn right you shouldn't," Tsubaki breathed as her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him to her again, kissing him for all she was worth. Their friends all broke free of their shocked silence and cheered happily, Soul whistling loudly. When BlackStar pulled away, he was grinning widely at her, and she smiled shyly back.
He felt a nudge in his side, and when he looked down to see the little velvet box floating around, bumping against his side. BlackStar grunted in alarm, snatching it out of the air and glaring at Angela, who was whistling innocently. Maka and Soul both made scooting motions with their hands, the latter mouthing "Grow a pair and do it!"
"Tsubaki, there's something I need to ask you."
"Yes Black*Star?" She smiled sweetly at him even though his shift in mood made her curious.
"The thing is," he panicked, "Iamagodandyouaremygoddesswes houldtotallygetmarried...andmakeawesomegodlybabies!"
The rest of the crew, including Tsubaki, stared at him with various expressions of confusion. After a few tense moments, Maka cupped her hands around her mouth.
"Booooo! Do it right dumbass!"
"I'm trying!" BlackStar snapped, his face a bright red much to his horror. Tsubaki was still looking at him curiously when he took a step back, tugging at the ends of his hair nervously.
"I don't think he planned this out," Soul said in Maka's ear, and the blonde rolled her eyes.
"Good grief- Get down on one knee first!" she yelled. Tsubaki's eyes widened in realization as BlackStar half glared at Maka and half looked at her in relief as he did exactly as she asked. "Good, now, try again. Talk slower this time."
He took a deep breath, and grabbed Tsubaki's hand in his own. As her blood pumped quickly to her face in an attempt to match the shade of red on his face, BlackStar held the tiny box up, not daring to open it yet.
"I... Tsubaki, you..." He took another deep breath. "Tsubaki, you are my goddess, and I know I will never find someone else as worthy as you to be at my side for the rest of my life. Will you do me the great honor of being my wife?"
He opened the box with an easy flick of his thumb, and Tsubaki's hand went to her mouth as the sapphire and diamonds glittered in the light. For a few moments, all she could do was stare dumbly at him and the ring, and BlackStar started to squirm.
"Did I do it right this time?" he asked, looking at Maka. "Because I don't think I-"
"Yes!" Tsubaki all but yelled, nodding fast. "Yes of course!"
"Yes I did it right or yes you'll marry m-"
"Yes!" she said again, and dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight. She laughed happily as the other people in the cargo hold cheered again. BlackStar quickly slipped the ring on her finger, and Tsubaki laughed again.
"Wrong finger BlackStar," she said with a teary smile. BlackStar huffed and moved it to her ring finger after she wiggled it for him. "There we go," she said, beaming at him. He smiled back, kissing her softly before Angela tackled them both.
"Congrats you two!" she said happily. Mifune just grinned at the two.
"WAIT, I HEAR CHEERING," Liz's voice yelled. "WHAT DID I MISS? GUYS? GUYS!"
HORIZONTAL LINE HORIZONTAL LINE HORIZONTAL LINE HORIZONTAL LINE
"We really should be going," Mifune said, but his quiet request was ignored as the girls all squealed and hugged and said their goodbyes.
"Make sure to write to us!" Tsubaki said, fussing over Angela like a mother hen. "And call us if you two need any help."
"Yeah!" Patti chimed in. "You're a part of the crew now, so we got your backs!" Angela's face lit up.
"A part of the crew?"
"You know, like an honorary member. I think Soul would have a heart attack if we took on another couple of people!"
"Let's keep the heart attacks to a minimum please," Soul said as he hobbled in on his crutches. Maka, who had been worrying over Angela with Tsubaki, immediately went to his side, making sure that his crutches weren't getting caught in the grates that lined the floor.
"Are you sure you two don't want to stay? At least until the wedding?" BlackStar asked, tightening his arm around Tsubaki's waist as they both smiled at the mention of upcoming nuptials.
"No," Mifune said bluntly. He grunted a second later when Angela elbowed him in the stomach, hard.
"We'd love to, but when news of Capone's death reaches the council, the witch in my spot is gonna be pissed," Angela explained. "And we've heard that she's been seen in Europe recently. We need to stay in hiding for just a little longer, and no offence, but you guys aren't very stealthy." BlackStar puffed up, the part of him that was an assassin immediately offended.
"I can be stealthy!" he yelled loudly.
"Of course you can BlackStar," Soul said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, you're as stealthy as a puma," Kidd continued, patting the blunette's shoulder condescendingly.
"Or a police siren," Maka added, giggling quietly. Soul laughed, leaning against the pilot to give his arm a rest.
"Anyways," Tsubaki said loudly, trying to get the group back on topic. "You're both invited to the wedding of course, but I don't know how we're going to be able to send you the invitations if you're moving around all the time."
"Actually, I just got off the phone with Justin," Soul said, turning towards Angela and Mifune. "If you two want, he's agreed to let you stay at the Shibusen branch in Paris. You'll have some of the best protection Shibusen can offer, and all the luxuries of a stable home."
Angela's eyes were shining at the thought of not having to move around from camp to camp, but Mifune looked dubious.
"I've been friends with Justin my whole life," Maka said, smiling at the two. "You can trust him to keep you two safe."
Mifune opened his mouth, surely to protest, when Angela looked up at him with wide, dewy eyes. He made a choking sound towards the back of his throat as she stared him down, her bottom lip quivering. After a few seconds, the samurai just huffed, looking at Soul and nodding.
"Tell your friend we accept," he grumbled reluctantly. BlackStar just grinned, patting the older man's shoulder.
"Well, we better be going," Mifune said, picking up his bag and tossing Angela her's. She caught it with a huff, and once it was on her back, was tackled by all the girls in a big hug.
It got to the point where Mifune had to drag Angela away, the young witch waving to all her friends with tears in her eyes. The crew all waved back, not stopping until the two disappeared into the tree line.
One by one the crew vanished back into the ship, until only BlackStar and Tsubaki were left behind. He glanced at his new fiancee out of the corner of his eye, pulling her closer to him. Tsubaki cuddled into his side, her arms going around his waist as she asked, "What now?"
"Now? I don't really know," the blunette said slowly, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked down at his shoulder and the tattoo that was ingrained into his flesh. He smiled, taking a deep breath before kissing Tsubaki's temple and grinning widely at her. "Let's head back to our room," he said, taking her hand in his.
"I have a lot to tell you."
Maka spun in her chair as she and Soul hung out in the bridge, her arms outstretched as she tried to catch the air in her hands. Soul watched with a grin, occasionally reaching over with his good leg and kicking her chair just as it started to slow down, cueing a flood of giggles and a girlish shriek from his pilot.
"Soul! Ugh, stop!" she shrieked with a grin, glaring at him every time her chair spun her around to face him.
"But I'm booooored," the twenty year old whined, sounding more like he was five. But there really was nothing else to do on the ship right now besides bother Maka. After Mifune and Angela had left, Liz had gone back to sleep and Patti had retreated into the infirmary, waiting for her sister and lover to wake back up. BlackStar had disappeared with Tsubaki into their bunk (Maka said they were talking, Soul had bet that they were going at it like rabbits), and Blair had gone off to do... whatever it is that Blair did when she wasn't clinging to Maka.
"Well stop spinning me! I'm gonna be sick!" That got Soul to stop, holding his crutch out to her so she could grab it and stop herself. As Maka waited for the world to stop tilting, there was a loud beeping and Soul turned the chair he was sitting in, which happened to be Tsubaki's, and looked around for the Magic Holo controls.
"They're the big blue button and the two smaller red buttons-"
"I can figure this out!"
After a few seconds of fumbling with the controls, Soul somehow managed to get the system working, and a tall woman with sharp cheekbones and an even sharper glare shimmered into being. Both captain and pilot immediately stood up, saluting even as Maka wobbled, her world still a little off balance.
"General Azusa," Soul said, his expression schooled into a mask of indifference as Maka openly stared at the older woman. "It is a pleasure to see-"
"Why did you go off course Evans?" Azusa said, not beating around the bush. "Your crew has been causing issues in the lower sectors and I've got half the American division on my ass about why there's a random warship flying through peace zones." Soul frowned, putting his hand down and crossing his arms instead.
"We had an issue with a mob boss in the States," Soul said flatly. "The issue has been taken care of." Azusa's eyes narrowed.
"So there was another massacre on the Grigori, is that what you were trying to say?"
Both Maka and Soul bristled, Soul pulling his lip back in a snarl. "What does this even have to do with you, General? This isn't even your sector."
"Well, since you blocked General Albarn's number," Azusa said, her eyes rolling when both Maka and Soul shared a sheepish look, "I'm stuck calling you. I expect full reports from everyone on board, and Captain, I'll be sure to have your paperwork waiting when you dock next."
Soul groaned as soon as the general's form was gone, slumping back into Tsubaki's chair. "I hate paperwork," he grunted, watching out of the corner of his eyes as Maka sat on the arm of the chair. "I've mentioned this before, right?"
"Only every time you have to fill out a form," Maka said with a small smile, patting his bandaged leg gently.
"And I will continue to mention it every time I have to."
"I don't doubt it."
The two friends sat in silence for a few minutes, Soul playing with the end of her pigtail and Maka fiddling with the ties on his jacket. They both heard a quiet "thwump" as the paperwork spoofed into being, and Soul groaned again.
"I'm going to hand these out," Maka said, hopping off the chair and scooping up the papers, ignoring Soul's protests when she dropped a large pile of papers on his desk.
"Maka! This isn't fair I can't run away right now!" he whined, and Maka just giggled, ruffling his hair and dislodging his goggles.
"Sorry Soul, you gotta do it. And no making paper airplanes this time!"
Soul huffed, watching her as she left, and with one last sigh, got to work.
'It was a quiet day on the docks and we were unloading our latest cargo...'
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