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If she hadn’t cared this wouldn’t have happened. If she just ignored the screaming and mind her own business, then she wouldn’t be spitting up razor blades in front of this guy. Though it’s not in her nature to just ignore a murder and not do anything about it. Celeste could barely hold herself up as she gasped for air, leaning her weight against a wall. Her pink eyes glared up at the man who stood before her. His sclerae were black, matching the cold and unfeeling stare he gave to Celeste. She gritted her teeth and tried to scream out for help, maybe Dove was nearby the spot they were going to meet at.

Maybe–just maybe–she could get out of this alive.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream, razor blades spilled out causing her to cough and cry. Though she tried to not show her tears in front of the bastard that did this to her, it was clear to see that she was weeping. Her legs were shaking and her tears mixed in with the blood that dripped down her chin. The white haired man just stood there, hand on his hip as he watched Celeste scowl at him with such malice. The purple haired girl tried so hard to drag herself across the wall to the stranger, but ended up falling to her knees. “You should probably learn to not intrude on important gang business next time, brat.” The stranger said apathetically. His voice was gruff and sent shivers down Celeste’s spine.  “Though I doubt there will be a next time since you’ll be like my friend over there.”. He gestured over to the dead body of the very man that Celeste came rushing in to defend. The body was limp against the wall, needles and razors sticking out from it’s chest and face.

Celeste turned her gaze from the body back to the stranger, a glowing aura surrounded her as Crystal flickered into existence. She pointed at him weakly yet defiantly. “Crystal, Meteor shower!” She shouted, a few razor blades flying from her mouth.

Crystal stumbled forward a bit before thrusting it’s palms forward, a flurry of stars shot out, but not enough to really hurt. The stranger grunted as the stars hit him hard enough for him to fall onto his back. Crystal hanged it’s head as it faded away, leaving it’s user defenseless once more. Celeste cursed under her breath; She was hoping that would cripple him, but now he was probably annoyed and pissed off with her even more. And he was. Getting up and furiously kicking Celeste in the chest, he growled “I knew it–you’re a stand user!”. Celeste keeled over when his foot met her chest, her breathing becoming ragged and even worse than before. “And a pretty strong one at that if you weren’t about to die.” The stranger spat. He watched Celeste’s body convulse as she let out choppy sobs. “It’s a shame really..” He said, regaining his composure. “Passione could use more strong stand users. Too bad you were an idiot-”In a swift motion, Celeste stood up and her fist collided with his chin. For a moment, the stranger was stunned, but that moment quickly passed as he became enraged again. He grabbed Celeste’s wrist and yanked her limp body towards him and glared at her. Before he could yell at her, Celeste interrupted him

“Risotto Nero..” she said with ragged breath. “That’s what this guy called you before you killed him, right?”. She felt the grip on her wrist tighten, but she kept talking anyways. “You’re a fucking monster! What did that guy ever do to you?!”. Celeste watched Risotto grit his teeth, a low and subtle growl coming from his mouth. “All you gang members are the same! Taking the lives of innocent people–not caring about who’s going to miss them!”. In her mind, images of her family flashed in a hazey blur.. and then there was Dove. Tears started spilling over again as she tried–with the little strength she had left–to push Risotto away from her. “You heartless bastards! What do you know, huh?!”Her eyes met with his, filled with vengeance and fury. “What do you know about losing a loved one to such a cruel fate!?”. Risotto snapped his fingers; His stand filling Celeste’s heart and lungs with needles and razors. Her body went limp in his arms as he watched the light from her eyes fade. Even though she had finally shut up, he couldn’t help but feel hollow. Risotto dropped her body to the ground, her long purple hair fanned out messily on the floor. For a moment, he stared at her–eyes appearing downcast and filled with a mixture of anger and despondency. “I know a lot more than you think, kid..” he muttered.

The sounds of rushing footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly ran to the other end of the alley way and hid behind the wall. Risotto should have just kept walking away; just forget everything that Celeste had said to him, but instead he peeked back into the alley way and saw a young man dressed like some kind of magician. He ran in, taking in the scene in front of him before falling to his knees, unable to form words. Tears streamed down his face as he held Celeste in his arms. The young man shook her, as if he thought she was just asleep.

“C-Celeste..? Celeste! Aaahh…” His brittle voice wavered as he tried picking out the razor blades and needles, pricking and cutting himself in the process. “AaaaAaahhh.. Cel..este…Celeste? Please wake up…?”. Risotto bit his lip as he forced himself to look away. He started walking, but could still hear that young man cry out. “Celeste…! Cel….aah..Reyna! No! Aaaah!!!”. His choked sobbing and screaming rang in Risotto’s mind. Something felt so familiar about his cries and it would continue to haunt him for a while.

And those words Celeste said to him…he’d never forget them or her face. He could only hope that the young man he made suffer that day was over it; that he would’ve moved on with his life by now, but how could he? Not even Risotto Nero was over Celeste’s death.