#his body wasn't found for 15 fucking years they looked for 15 years and didnt find it which

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hai what if the reason cesars house in volume 4 was an active police crime scene was because they found his body after all those years. teehee

NO YOU CANT FUCKING SAY THAT TO ME YOU CAN'T DO THAT I'LL BLOWS YOU UP BLOWS YOU UP BLOWS YOU UP FOREVER AND EVER DON'T DO THIS TO ME

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"Jin hyung, to your left! Child six with a spear laced with poison that can kill you with just a scratch!"

"Hoseok, up in the air! Child seventeen with an axe coming right at you!"

"Jeongguk, child thirty five below you with two hatches is buried right under you! Jump out of the way now!"

Honestly, the only reason why those six haven't found themselves dead in the dirt was because of Yoongi's guidance. With the experience he's had with battles and a little bit of magic (and some soul resistance) Yoongi could see everything in a fifteen mile radius. He could see thirty five children, half of them weapons, the other half misters with some magic abilities. He could see where they were coming from and what their next attack was. It was a handy power, they'll give him that, but it was also draining. At most, he could use the power up to fifteen minutes before he had to rest his eyes. It was a ten minute wait between the usage, so Yoongi found himself fighting with his eyes closed.

Swinging the scythe around, the blade cut cleanly through a child and the child weapon, both the children combusting into red souls floating on the ground. Clenching the handle of the scythe, Yoongi thanked the gods that he could battle with his eyes closed because he didnt think he'd be able to watch his friends and himself kill these kids. He could feel the warm blood splatter against his skin, Jimin's once beautiful blade most likely drenched in the dripping wet crimson of the children's blood. He thought he'd fall to his knees and give in, but when a sweet voice sang sweet words in Yoongi's head, he found himself pushing forward.

"All of this is no coincidence. Just.. Just by my feelings. The whole world is different from yesterday. Just.. just your joy."

Jimin's sweet singing flowed throughout Yoongi, his mind buzzing as he listened to his partner sing to him and him only. He told Jimin that his voice was his taste and even eased him in the times he found himself anxious and it looks like the weapon even remembered that. It was a sweet gesture, but Yoongi found himself hanging onto the voice, clenching it close as he slaughtered through these kids. He used Jimin's sweet voice to drowned out the cries and screaming, his voice soft enough to distract Yoongi from the sticky feeling of blood all over his hands, face, hair, and in his clothes.

"When you called me, I became your flower. As if we were waiting, we bloom until we ache."

It was bittersweet, honestly. No one deserved to hear such a lovely voice as they kill thirty five kids, the honestly don't. Yoongi didnt deserve to have Jimin in his life, especially when he was forced into situations like this. But there he was, waking up everyday with messy bed hair and a large smile on his face as he whispered his good mornings to Yoongi. It honestly hurt Yoongi seeing Jimin so happy, so bubbly, so kind with everyone he meets to only be forced into a mission like this. It was traumatizing and it isn't something one star meisters should be pushed into, let alone new weapons.

"Maybe it’s the providence of the universe. It just had to be that. You know, I know. You are me, I am you."

Once Yoongi opened his eyes once more, he found his friends panting, holding their weapons close as the looked on. All there stood was a little girl, the girl they only should have encountered this whole mission. Thirty four kishin souls littered the ground, their red glow illuminating the ground with their red glow. The battle had been going on for hours, three to be exact, but no one else seemed to be checking the time but Yoongi. Only one child left and this whole nightmare would be over. Yoongi could go home, shower, and sleep away the panic that sat heavy in his stomach.

"As much as my heart flutters, I’m worried. The destiny is jealous of us. Just like you I’m so scared. When you see me, when you touch me."

The child took a step forward and everyone had their weapons in fighting position, everyone soaked in blood, cuts and bruises littering their skin. Yoongi hand only a few scratches, but since he was an experienced meister, he could easily dance around attacks and avoid much injury compared to his friends. He honestly wished he could take these blows for this friends, but he also needed to make sure Jimin didn't get hurt as well during the fight.

"The universe has moved for us. Without missing a single thing. Our happiness was meant to be. Cuz you love me, and I love you."

The wind changed, the wind coming from behind them. Yoongi glanced over his shoulder to see what could have caused the wind to suddenly chance, but the sound of something like electricity and a burning fire caught his attention. He tore his gaze away from the blowing leaves on the trees and looked back at the small child, his eyes widening at the size of the soul that consumed her small figure. This wasn't a mission for one or two star meisters, only a mission for him. There was no way Jin, Jeongguk, or Hoseok could take this kishin out by themselves. Maybe together, but not all alone. There was no way-

"Yoongi hyung, look out!" Jeongguk's voice nearly punched Yoongi out of his buzzing thoughts, a blast of what seemed to be a burning spell flying right at him. There was no way he could simply dodge this attack and the method Yoongi and Jimin came up with would leave someone with burnt legs. So, Yoongi did the only thing he could think of: Toss Jimin to the side before he could transform back into his human form and grab Yoongi, which could leave Jimin with severe burns.

Everyone watched as the scythe, aka Jimin, was thrown to the side, Yoongi hit head on by this blast of magic. Within seconds Jimin was back to his human form, Yoongi lying on the ground, his body burned severely. He was frozen, his mouth dropped open as he watched as his partner lay unconscious on the dirty forest floor. Jimin scrambled to his feet, everyone else jumping the little girl as to protect the fallen man.

"Yoongi hyung, no!" Jimin cried as he held the man's head in his arms, Yoongi not responding once to Jimin's pitiful cries. "Why didn't you let me pull you away? Why did you take the blow for yourself? I'm your weapon damn it, I'm the one who should be protecting you, not the other way around," Jimin hissed through the tears, his body shaking as he held the unresponsive man close.

Weak fingers curled around Jimin's sweater, Jimin immediately grabbing Yoongi's hand. He held Yoongi's hand close to his chest as he weeped quiet over Yoongi's body. It was a small sign of life, but Jimin was going to hold onto the small sign and never let go, even if it ment heart break in the end. What else was he supposed to do when the man he loved was dying in his arms.

"Yoongi hyung please, don't die. Please. I.. I think I love you."

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A sound soul

Dwells within a sound mind

And a sound body

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The DWMA is was widely know around the world, even in Korea. Every child wanted to be either a weapon or a meister, but only a select few were blessed with such a golden opportunity. These students were admitted into the DWMA as soon as they could walk and talk, many of them not showing any signs of weapon form till years on. Yoongi was a meister, a scythe mister to be exact. How is he going to feel when he finds out there is only one in the school and the kid just so happens to be fucking annoying?

🖤 15/?