broken - ch7
Title: Broken
Chapter: 7.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Black Star/Kid, Soul/Maka, Noah/Kid?, Justin/Giriko xD
Table #: 2
Theme title: 36. Truth (...as to why Shinigami does what he does)
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Soul Eater. D8
A/N: I'm pretty sure Shinigami has been getting on your nerves, right? If he hasn't, wow.
***
"...Stein?"
"Hm?"
"You know I was lying, right?" The tall, dark figure sighed, letting his gaze drift to the solid floor beneath him.
"Of course, Shinigami-sama," The meister spoke quietly, lifting his cigarette to his mouth again, but paused. "Why would you ...need to ask?" He lifted his head, facing the glum reaper before him.
"Hey, Stein," the god ignored his question. "Bring Sid in here. And Spirit. I need to speak with them..." He floated back over to the mirror. When Stein made no movement, the reaper sullenly added, "Quickly now."
"Ah, I'll ...be right back." Recovering from his sudden surprise, the scientist left the Death Room, and didn't look back.
When Shinigami knew he was fully alone, he waved his hand slowly in front of the mirror. He conjured up the image he wanted, and exhaled once more. "Please be careful."
***
"This is it," Maka announced to the group. "We'll investigate this church, and if we find nothing, we'll search the nearby areas as well." Nodding to herself, she twirled around to meet the faces of the two students behind her. "Be alert, and don't let your guard down. These people are dangerous, they --" Taking a small breath to steady herself, she continued. "They ...killed Kid. So, we really need to be cautious."
"Yep. ~" A short, blonde weapon agreed, fierce determination on her usually bright face.
"Patti, please be serious." a small voice whispered from the girl's hand.
"I know, sis," Patti smiled softly, holding Liz up closer. "Don't worry, we'll get those bastards."
"Yeah, don't worry," the boy walked up to them, placing a gloved hand on Patti's thin shoulder. "Those guys are so going down." Kilik gave his sideways smile, slightly tilting his head.
"Hehe, yeah," Patti grinned evilly, and they both looked towards Maka. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
The trio of meisters made their way quickly through the shadowed trees, safely hiding in the concealed darkness. Their destination was the looming Victorian church, just in the forest's clearing. The building was aged, and because of its previous occupants, was trashed a bit, out on the front yard and sides of the church. Beer bottles and wrappers from various snack foods littered the patches of yellowed grass.
"Looks like they're here, alright." Kilik snorted.
"We won't know for sure until we get inside," the leader huffed, swinging her scythe out in front of her. "Be prepared." Patti and Kilik nodded, and their breathing sped up as Maka neared the door. "We'll search the first floor first. Don't fall behind," she warned. "It could be your last moment alive."
Maka held her breath, and pushed gently on the giant wooden doors. They creaked loudly, causing the group to freeze. Closing her eyes, Maka tried to detect any nearby souls. Something seemed to block her soul perception though, as if a wall was placed in the way.
"Is something wrong?" Kilik whispered behind her. "I don't hear anything."
"Me either," she breathed, a puzzled expression adorned her face. "Or sense anything..."
"What? What do you mean?" Soul demanded.
Slipping inside the narrow opening between the doors, the girl replied, "It feels somewhat like Soul Protect... Yet, I can't sense anything." Patti and Kilik followed, stepping mutely inside. Maka frowned, attempting once more to detect any souls in the church. The only souls she felt were hers, Soul's, Kilik's, the twins', Patti's, and Liz's.
"Ne, did a witch do it?" Patti asked innocently, as Liz let a worried groan.
"But what would a witch have to do with this?" Kilik murmured. "Wasn't it just that collector, Justin, chainsaw-dude, and that other guy... What was his name?"
"Hehe, waffles~!" Patti cheered playfully.
"Patti! Shh," the other teen whispered, closing her eyes once more. "It was Gopher, not 'waffles'..."
"Aww, but you said that's what it means!" the blondie pouted. Maka couldn't hide the smile that made its way to her face.
"Moving on..." Kilik interrupted. "Do you think this is a witch's work?"
"Well," Maka thought carefully. "I'm not so sure... Liz, didn't you say that the collector, Noah was it? Didn't you say he had these ...magic abilities?" She lowered her head at the demon gun in Patti's left hand.
"T-That's what it seemed like... If you count magical floating worms that suck you into his book..." Liz shuddered, shaking her head to erase the memory. Kid. Would she even be able to see him? Or did those bastards take his soul? The weapon tried to fight the dry tears; she already exhausted herself with her previous sobbing. She would need the energy now.
"I see. I suppose you can count that," Maka mumbled. "Let's move on now, we have no time to waste."
The teens silently made their way through the middle of the aisles, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Some of the seats were aged and worn-out, while some appeared brand new and unused.
"That's weird. Guess they take favorites?" Kilik suggested, only earning an elbow from Maka.
They glanced briefly at the altar towering in front of them, and decided to explore the left part of the church first. Passing through an empty doorway near the back wall, they discovered the stairway to the floor above. The stairs seemed rotted and unstable. A few of the stairs weren't even there.
"Should we ...go up?" Patti tilted her head to the side.
"Yeah. Try to make as less noise as possible." Maka exhaled.
It seemed near impossible though, as every other stair they stepped on seemed to creak and sway beneath their feet. Liz whimpered here and there, and Kilik just grumbled incoherent sentences, annoyed at how much noise they were making. If the enemy were anywhere in this church, the group should have been spotted and found already.
As they finally crept all the way upstairs, they each let out a shaky breath. There was absolutely no sign of anyone - or anything - coming their way.
"Maka, I don't think the enemy's here..." Soul growled loudly, the fear of being found had worn off.
"We don't know that..."
"But seriously, no one has even tried attacking us," Kilik countered, waving his fists around. "With as much noise as we made... We should have been caught or something."
"Maybe they're sleeping...?" Maka tried again.
"For them to have stolen Kid --" Soul cleared his throat. "Do you think they'd be so reckless as to lower their guard that much?"
"They could be waiting in the dark though, maybe in some room where they have all the advantages," the pig-tailed girl muttered feebly. "Or something..."
"...Hey..." Kilik lifted a quick eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Where's Patti?"
Widening her eyes, Maka glanced around frantically. "She's gone!"
"Well obviously..."
"We have to find her! She couldn't have gotten far, I can feel her soul." The girl grunted, racing down the right corridor. "Come on, she's this way."
The two meisters ran through the hazy darkness, the candles propped on the walls flickered dimly. A blonde head came into view, and Maka and Kilik screeched to a halt.
"Patti!" Maka exhaled, holding her head. "Don't run off like that, you scared us."
The said teen twirled around, a surprised look upon her face. "Oh, sowwy.~"
"What were you thinkin'?" the other meister pounded his fists together. "I thought you got snatched or something."
"Nope," Patti grinned innocently. "I was just following this little boy." She giggled, remembering the small raven-haired boy that she chased down the hall. His familiar purple eyes made Liz uneasy for some reason.
Maka perked up. "Little boy? Do you mean, Gopher? Although I wouldn't really call him little..."
"Nah, I don't think it was Waffles," Patti pursed her lips thoughtfully. "He looked like an 8 year old." Giggling once more, she continued, "And he was very fast too. I saw him go through there though. ~" The weapon and meister pointed in the direction of a very dark door, splashed with an odd color.
"Through there, huh?" the boy smirked. "Then let's check it out. Maybe he has something to do with why you can't detect any other souls, Maka."
"Alright," she agreed. "Come on."
Gradually nearing the door, Maka hesitated right as her hand touched the doorknob. An odd feeling seemed to want to prevent her from entering, but she knew she had to investigate. Fear edged closer to her though, as she twisted the knob, and swung the door open.
The scene before them glued them to the ground, shock and surprise paralyzing every one of their muscles. The chain-saw weapon, Giriko, was laid across the stained couch, having been ripped apart and bloodied. His tainted soul floated dimly above him. The Death Scythe, Justin, and some sort of clown, were strewn plainly on the floor. They were sliced open and emptied of their soul as well. And there seemed to be bloody hand prints embellished along the walls. They didn't seem to belong to either Justin or Giriko. They were bigger than Giriko's, yet slender like Justin's. There was no other body in sight.
"What..." Kilik could barely comprehend what he was seeing. The blonde teen next to him unconsciously gripped his arm.
"Why are you so surprised?" A high voice snickered. The teens jerked their heads near the back corner opposite of the couch. A small boy was grinning, his purple eyes shone wildly. "We can't be beat..." He lowered his head, still staring at them coldly.
"We...?" Maka breathed, widening her eyes.
A dark, frail figure seemed to move forward from the shadows, reaching an expectant arm out. "Ragnarok." The small boy chuckled at his name and jumped backward, into his meister's hand.
Maka only gaped stupidly, as Chrona leaned forward, a demonic look in her deranged eyes.
***
"What did you need to talk to us about, Shinigami-sama?" Spirit questioned, walking into the Death Room with Sid and Stein.
"Yes," Stein inhaled another cigarette. "We're all here now."
"Ah, so you are..." The god stated.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Shinigami-sama?" Spirit tried again.
"Hm?"
"Uh," Sid scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Are you ...going to tell us what you needed to?"
"Oh, that's right. ~" The meisters held in an annoyed sigh. "Sid, remember when you were here to tell me about ...Kid being kidnapped again?"
Nodding briskly, the zombie replied with a small 'yes'.
"Well, I said what I said back then because..." Shinigami sighed. "Because we were being watched." Noticing the worried glances, the reaper added, "But don't worry. It was only at that time... And the time when I was with you earlier, Stein." He shifted his gaze to the scientist. "You know better than anyone that I lie when necessary, right?"
"Ah, of course..." The scientist agreed, still trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"That little spy had been here before," the reaper whispered darkly. "And I ...had to make a deal with him..."
"Shinigami-sama?" Spirit clenched his fists. "What spy is this? Do we know him?"
Ignoring his Death Scythe at the moment, Shinigami continued. "I permitted him anything that she had desired, in exchange for the location of my son, Kid."
"Ah, that's right," Stein furrowed his brows together. "You told Black Star I found Kid's soul. You never did tell us how you really discovered his location..."
Sid stepped forward stiffly. "Anything she desired? ...Who exactly is she?" The meister looked up worriedly at the god.
"Medusa," it was Stein who answered. "She manipulated you for her own needs, didn't she?" When Shinigami sullenly nodded, the scientist continued. "And when Kid was kidnapped again... Did she give you the location of where Noah and Kid were once more?"
"Yes..." the god stated plainly. He turned around, and drifted towards his mirror.
Spirit and Sid finally caught on. "So... What did you give her in exchange...?"
***
Kid sighed, rubbing his head grumpily. Instead of going to a restaurant or fast food place, like he hopefully expected, Justin and Giriko told him to wait outside in a nearby park. They were going to steal something, he was sure. Letting out another sigh, Kid walked over to the swing set. If he was going to wait, he might as well swing until they get back.
He set himself promptly on the black swing, and began swaying his legs back and forth, building up momentum. He had always liked swings, ever since he was little. Shinigami suddenly popped into his head, making him stop swinging his legs. When he was very small, Shinigami always took him to the park when he wasn't busy with work. Those were the days Kid was so happy, spending a whole day with his father.
His father. Frowning, Kid tried to get the image of Asura out of his head. Noah had told him that Shinigami had used some of Asura's soul, skin, and even blood to create Kid, when the reaper had to lock up the Kishin.
Kid felt his vision blur, and knew tears were on edge again. He hated being human. Their emotions were so strong and vivid, he could never control them. But he was meant to be human, as Noah had said, for his shinigami powers were also stolen from Asura. Shinigami must have known that if he left him human, Kid would one day ask questions as to why he could be Shinigami's son.
Frustrated and annoyed, Kid let out a low groan. It hurt to think Shinigami was so dark and deceptive, and it hurt even worse to think he was made from Asura's flesh and blood. He was confused; he didn't even know what to think anymore. It felt as if he were being torn in two different directions. He could continue to stay obedient and always listen to Noah, or, he could go back to Shibusen. To his friends. To his ...'father'.
"Ah, Kid-kun, you might want to get up now." Kid turned swiftly, noticing Justin and Giriko speeding towards him. Well, now they were past him.
"H-Hey!" The teen called, surprised. Kid jumped off the swing quickly and caught up with them. "Why ...are we ...running?" He panted, trying his best to stay at the same pace as them. Running use to be so easy, but now...
"Those dumbasses can't take a joke." Giriko growled, managing to run at a fast pace, despite his big coat and the simmering heat.
"What he means is," Justin translated for Kid. "They don't take it lightly when you steal their food and then moon them right after..."
Kid only stared wide-eyed and blankly at the odd pair.
"It was a freakin' joke!" Giriko shouted, as the angry mob of store owners and random costumers raged towards them, catching up. "God, they're fast."
"Then this will be our time to escape." Justin murmured, pulling Kid and Giriko with him into an alley. He pulled out another one of those pages from Noah's book, and they were sucked into it in a flash. Kid tried not to flinch at the memory of first being pulled into that book.
The trio flew through the open pages of the book and landed with a thud in the church again.
"I am still not getting over that," Giriko shuddered, inching away from the demonic book. "That is one freaky mind-trip."
"Well, we're back, that's what matters," Justin grinned, and held out a patient hand. "Now can I have my earphones back?" Kid glanced up, just now realizing the unfamiliar absence of Justin's precious accessory.
"Yeah, yeah. Here." Digging through his heavy coat's pockets, he pulled out the black kishin earphones and placed them in Justin's waiting hand.
"Thank you. ~" The priest smiled, pecking Giriko's cheek lightly. He then happily plugged his ears with his beloved music amplifiers.
The other weapon rubbed at his face, rolling his eyes. "...Tch."
The raven-haired teen raised his eyebrows, amused at the duo. They didn't seem to have any problem displaying their 'affection' in front of him. Even if they were both guys.
As the three walked back to the main room, Noah was nowhere to be seen. Kid tried to ignore the empty feeling that gave him. Justin set down the bags he was still holding, and brought out a box of cereal. "I hope you like Froot Loops." Kid bit his lip, fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
"He isn't five." Giriko snickered, snatching his bag of Cheetos and beer, and headed back over to the couch. Justin grabbed his soda and bag of foreign candies, following Giriko. Kid sat himself awkwardly in one of the table's seats, trying not to stare at the pair.
He hesitantly picked up the box of cereal, and looked back in the bags. There weren't any bowls, spoons, or milk, just a can of soda, which he presumed to be his. Reaching in the bag, he grabbed the can and settled back in his seat. Kid pried open the top of the box, and ripped open the bag. He ate slowly at first, but then started choking it down. He forgot how hungry he was; being lost in thought distracted him from his stomach.
Once he felt somewhat full, Kid noticed his mouth was a little dry too. He flicked open the lid on the soda, and gulped that down as well. Ignoring the 'strange' noises behind him, he stood up and stretched, his joints cracking into place. Kid let out a relaxed sigh, and curiously peered over his shoulder. He wished he didn't.
"Uh, I'm, ah, going to my, er, room..." The teen stuttered, trying to shield his eyes. He quickly exited, not caring that he didn't get a reply.
Kid walked down the hall, lingering a bit to stare at pictures occasionally mounted on the wall. There were actual pictures of people, and some were just pieces of art. A lot of them though seemed to be focused on the church itself. The founders and former workers were aligned along the walls at different angles. Kid made sure to fix every one.
Arriving at his room, or the room he had been given really, Kid closed the door quietly behind him. Not that he had too, as Noah seemed to not be there at the moment.
The tired teen kicked off his Vans and plopped himself on the narrow bed. Today didn't make any sense to him, yet, he liked it. There wasn't anything being hid from him, although Noah was a bit suspicious today, and Justin and Giriko acted as if Kid was just a part of the group. A friend. Kid laughed, a little too loud. The more he stayed here; he knew it just ate at his sanity. Hanging out calmly with the supposed enemies. What made them bad anyway? The reason that they sided with the Kishin? And what made the Kishin bad?
Kid shifted on his side. The Kishin didn't really do anything bad... Sure he killed some people and ate their souls. But he was insane; it wasn't his fault. Kid laughed again, louder this time. Staying here was fun. He wasn't ready to head back to Shibusen yet.
***
A/N: Wow. I have nothing to say really. 8]
Hey, do any of you want to draw something from this story? I would so love it if you drew a scene or something from your favorite or most memorable part. If you upload something, show me the link! I'd love to see it!
Chapter: 7.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Black Star/Kid, Soul/Maka, Noah/Kid?, Justin/Giriko xD
Table #: 2
Theme title: 36. Truth (...as to why Shinigami does what he does)
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Soul Eater. D8
A/N: I'm pretty sure Shinigami has been getting on your nerves, right? If he hasn't, wow.
***
"...Stein?"
"Hm?"
"You know I was lying, right?" The tall, dark figure sighed, letting his gaze drift to the solid floor beneath him.
"Of course, Shinigami-sama," The meister spoke quietly, lifting his cigarette to his mouth again, but paused. "Why would you ...need to ask?" He lifted his head, facing the glum reaper before him.
"Hey, Stein," the god ignored his question. "Bring Sid in here. And Spirit. I need to speak with them..." He floated back over to the mirror. When Stein made no movement, the reaper sullenly added, "Quickly now."
"Ah, I'll ...be right back." Recovering from his sudden surprise, the scientist left the Death Room, and didn't look back.
When Shinigami knew he was fully alone, he waved his hand slowly in front of the mirror. He conjured up the image he wanted, and exhaled once more. "Please be careful."
***
"This is it," Maka announced to the group. "We'll investigate this church, and if we find nothing, we'll search the nearby areas as well." Nodding to herself, she twirled around to meet the faces of the two students behind her. "Be alert, and don't let your guard down. These people are dangerous, they --" Taking a small breath to steady herself, she continued. "They ...killed Kid. So, we really need to be cautious."
"Yep. ~" A short, blonde weapon agreed, fierce determination on her usually bright face.
"Patti, please be serious." a small voice whispered from the girl's hand.
"I know, sis," Patti smiled softly, holding Liz up closer. "Don't worry, we'll get those bastards."
"Yeah, don't worry," the boy walked up to them, placing a gloved hand on Patti's thin shoulder. "Those guys are so going down." Kilik gave his sideways smile, slightly tilting his head.
"Hehe, yeah," Patti grinned evilly, and they both looked towards Maka. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
The trio of meisters made their way quickly through the shadowed trees, safely hiding in the concealed darkness. Their destination was the looming Victorian church, just in the forest's clearing. The building was aged, and because of its previous occupants, was trashed a bit, out on the front yard and sides of the church. Beer bottles and wrappers from various snack foods littered the patches of yellowed grass.
"Looks like they're here, alright." Kilik snorted.
"We won't know for sure until we get inside," the leader huffed, swinging her scythe out in front of her. "Be prepared." Patti and Kilik nodded, and their breathing sped up as Maka neared the door. "We'll search the first floor first. Don't fall behind," she warned. "It could be your last moment alive."
Maka held her breath, and pushed gently on the giant wooden doors. They creaked loudly, causing the group to freeze. Closing her eyes, Maka tried to detect any nearby souls. Something seemed to block her soul perception though, as if a wall was placed in the way.
"Is something wrong?" Kilik whispered behind her. "I don't hear anything."
"Me either," she breathed, a puzzled expression adorned her face. "Or sense anything..."
"What? What do you mean?" Soul demanded.
Slipping inside the narrow opening between the doors, the girl replied, "It feels somewhat like Soul Protect... Yet, I can't sense anything." Patti and Kilik followed, stepping mutely inside. Maka frowned, attempting once more to detect any souls in the church. The only souls she felt were hers, Soul's, Kilik's, the twins', Patti's, and Liz's.
"Ne, did a witch do it?" Patti asked innocently, as Liz let a worried groan.
"But what would a witch have to do with this?" Kilik murmured. "Wasn't it just that collector, Justin, chainsaw-dude, and that other guy... What was his name?"
"Hehe, waffles~!" Patti cheered playfully.
"Patti! Shh," the other teen whispered, closing her eyes once more. "It was Gopher, not 'waffles'..."
"Aww, but you said that's what it means!" the blondie pouted. Maka couldn't hide the smile that made its way to her face.
"Moving on..." Kilik interrupted. "Do you think this is a witch's work?"
"Well," Maka thought carefully. "I'm not so sure... Liz, didn't you say that the collector, Noah was it? Didn't you say he had these ...magic abilities?" She lowered her head at the demon gun in Patti's left hand.
"T-That's what it seemed like... If you count magical floating worms that suck you into his book..." Liz shuddered, shaking her head to erase the memory. Kid. Would she even be able to see him? Or did those bastards take his soul? The weapon tried to fight the dry tears; she already exhausted herself with her previous sobbing. She would need the energy now.
"I see. I suppose you can count that," Maka mumbled. "Let's move on now, we have no time to waste."
The teens silently made their way through the middle of the aisles, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Some of the seats were aged and worn-out, while some appeared brand new and unused.
"That's weird. Guess they take favorites?" Kilik suggested, only earning an elbow from Maka.
They glanced briefly at the altar towering in front of them, and decided to explore the left part of the church first. Passing through an empty doorway near the back wall, they discovered the stairway to the floor above. The stairs seemed rotted and unstable. A few of the stairs weren't even there.
"Should we ...go up?" Patti tilted her head to the side.
"Yeah. Try to make as less noise as possible." Maka exhaled.
It seemed near impossible though, as every other stair they stepped on seemed to creak and sway beneath their feet. Liz whimpered here and there, and Kilik just grumbled incoherent sentences, annoyed at how much noise they were making. If the enemy were anywhere in this church, the group should have been spotted and found already.
As they finally crept all the way upstairs, they each let out a shaky breath. There was absolutely no sign of anyone - or anything - coming their way.
"Maka, I don't think the enemy's here..." Soul growled loudly, the fear of being found had worn off.
"We don't know that..."
"But seriously, no one has even tried attacking us," Kilik countered, waving his fists around. "With as much noise as we made... We should have been caught or something."
"Maybe they're sleeping...?" Maka tried again.
"For them to have stolen Kid --" Soul cleared his throat. "Do you think they'd be so reckless as to lower their guard that much?"
"They could be waiting in the dark though, maybe in some room where they have all the advantages," the pig-tailed girl muttered feebly. "Or something..."
"...Hey..." Kilik lifted a quick eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Where's Patti?"
Widening her eyes, Maka glanced around frantically. "She's gone!"
"Well obviously..."
"We have to find her! She couldn't have gotten far, I can feel her soul." The girl grunted, racing down the right corridor. "Come on, she's this way."
The two meisters ran through the hazy darkness, the candles propped on the walls flickered dimly. A blonde head came into view, and Maka and Kilik screeched to a halt.
"Patti!" Maka exhaled, holding her head. "Don't run off like that, you scared us."
The said teen twirled around, a surprised look upon her face. "Oh, sowwy.~"
"What were you thinkin'?" the other meister pounded his fists together. "I thought you got snatched or something."
"Nope," Patti grinned innocently. "I was just following this little boy." She giggled, remembering the small raven-haired boy that she chased down the hall. His familiar purple eyes made Liz uneasy for some reason.
Maka perked up. "Little boy? Do you mean, Gopher? Although I wouldn't really call him little..."
"Nah, I don't think it was Waffles," Patti pursed her lips thoughtfully. "He looked like an 8 year old." Giggling once more, she continued, "And he was very fast too. I saw him go through there though. ~" The weapon and meister pointed in the direction of a very dark door, splashed with an odd color.
"Through there, huh?" the boy smirked. "Then let's check it out. Maybe he has something to do with why you can't detect any other souls, Maka."
"Alright," she agreed. "Come on."
Gradually nearing the door, Maka hesitated right as her hand touched the doorknob. An odd feeling seemed to want to prevent her from entering, but she knew she had to investigate. Fear edged closer to her though, as she twisted the knob, and swung the door open.
The scene before them glued them to the ground, shock and surprise paralyzing every one of their muscles. The chain-saw weapon, Giriko, was laid across the stained couch, having been ripped apart and bloodied. His tainted soul floated dimly above him. The Death Scythe, Justin, and some sort of clown, were strewn plainly on the floor. They were sliced open and emptied of their soul as well. And there seemed to be bloody hand prints embellished along the walls. They didn't seem to belong to either Justin or Giriko. They were bigger than Giriko's, yet slender like Justin's. There was no other body in sight.
"What..." Kilik could barely comprehend what he was seeing. The blonde teen next to him unconsciously gripped his arm.
"Why are you so surprised?" A high voice snickered. The teens jerked their heads near the back corner opposite of the couch. A small boy was grinning, his purple eyes shone wildly. "We can't be beat..." He lowered his head, still staring at them coldly.
"We...?" Maka breathed, widening her eyes.
A dark, frail figure seemed to move forward from the shadows, reaching an expectant arm out. "Ragnarok." The small boy chuckled at his name and jumped backward, into his meister's hand.
Maka only gaped stupidly, as Chrona leaned forward, a demonic look in her deranged eyes.
***
"What did you need to talk to us about, Shinigami-sama?" Spirit questioned, walking into the Death Room with Sid and Stein.
"Yes," Stein inhaled another cigarette. "We're all here now."
"Ah, so you are..." The god stated.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Shinigami-sama?" Spirit tried again.
"Hm?"
"Uh," Sid scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Are you ...going to tell us what you needed to?"
"Oh, that's right. ~" The meisters held in an annoyed sigh. "Sid, remember when you were here to tell me about ...Kid being kidnapped again?"
Nodding briskly, the zombie replied with a small 'yes'.
"Well, I said what I said back then because..." Shinigami sighed. "Because we were being watched." Noticing the worried glances, the reaper added, "But don't worry. It was only at that time... And the time when I was with you earlier, Stein." He shifted his gaze to the scientist. "You know better than anyone that I lie when necessary, right?"
"Ah, of course..." The scientist agreed, still trying to figure out what exactly was going on.
"That little spy had been here before," the reaper whispered darkly. "And I ...had to make a deal with him..."
"Shinigami-sama?" Spirit clenched his fists. "What spy is this? Do we know him?"
Ignoring his Death Scythe at the moment, Shinigami continued. "I permitted him anything that she had desired, in exchange for the location of my son, Kid."
"Ah, that's right," Stein furrowed his brows together. "You told Black Star I found Kid's soul. You never did tell us how you really discovered his location..."
Sid stepped forward stiffly. "Anything she desired? ...Who exactly is she?" The meister looked up worriedly at the god.
"Medusa," it was Stein who answered. "She manipulated you for her own needs, didn't she?" When Shinigami sullenly nodded, the scientist continued. "And when Kid was kidnapped again... Did she give you the location of where Noah and Kid were once more?"
"Yes..." the god stated plainly. He turned around, and drifted towards his mirror.
Spirit and Sid finally caught on. "So... What did you give her in exchange...?"
***
Kid sighed, rubbing his head grumpily. Instead of going to a restaurant or fast food place, like he hopefully expected, Justin and Giriko told him to wait outside in a nearby park. They were going to steal something, he was sure. Letting out another sigh, Kid walked over to the swing set. If he was going to wait, he might as well swing until they get back.
He set himself promptly on the black swing, and began swaying his legs back and forth, building up momentum. He had always liked swings, ever since he was little. Shinigami suddenly popped into his head, making him stop swinging his legs. When he was very small, Shinigami always took him to the park when he wasn't busy with work. Those were the days Kid was so happy, spending a whole day with his father.
His father. Frowning, Kid tried to get the image of Asura out of his head. Noah had told him that Shinigami had used some of Asura's soul, skin, and even blood to create Kid, when the reaper had to lock up the Kishin.
Kid felt his vision blur, and knew tears were on edge again. He hated being human. Their emotions were so strong and vivid, he could never control them. But he was meant to be human, as Noah had said, for his shinigami powers were also stolen from Asura. Shinigami must have known that if he left him human, Kid would one day ask questions as to why he could be Shinigami's son.
Frustrated and annoyed, Kid let out a low groan. It hurt to think Shinigami was so dark and deceptive, and it hurt even worse to think he was made from Asura's flesh and blood. He was confused; he didn't even know what to think anymore. It felt as if he were being torn in two different directions. He could continue to stay obedient and always listen to Noah, or, he could go back to Shibusen. To his friends. To his ...'father'.
"Ah, Kid-kun, you might want to get up now." Kid turned swiftly, noticing Justin and Giriko speeding towards him. Well, now they were past him.
"H-Hey!" The teen called, surprised. Kid jumped off the swing quickly and caught up with them. "Why ...are we ...running?" He panted, trying his best to stay at the same pace as them. Running use to be so easy, but now...
"Those dumbasses can't take a joke." Giriko growled, managing to run at a fast pace, despite his big coat and the simmering heat.
"What he means is," Justin translated for Kid. "They don't take it lightly when you steal their food and then moon them right after..."
Kid only stared wide-eyed and blankly at the odd pair.
"It was a freakin' joke!" Giriko shouted, as the angry mob of store owners and random costumers raged towards them, catching up. "God, they're fast."
"Then this will be our time to escape." Justin murmured, pulling Kid and Giriko with him into an alley. He pulled out another one of those pages from Noah's book, and they were sucked into it in a flash. Kid tried not to flinch at the memory of first being pulled into that book.
The trio flew through the open pages of the book and landed with a thud in the church again.
"I am still not getting over that," Giriko shuddered, inching away from the demonic book. "That is one freaky mind-trip."
"Well, we're back, that's what matters," Justin grinned, and held out a patient hand. "Now can I have my earphones back?" Kid glanced up, just now realizing the unfamiliar absence of Justin's precious accessory.
"Yeah, yeah. Here." Digging through his heavy coat's pockets, he pulled out the black kishin earphones and placed them in Justin's waiting hand.
"Thank you. ~" The priest smiled, pecking Giriko's cheek lightly. He then happily plugged his ears with his beloved music amplifiers.
The other weapon rubbed at his face, rolling his eyes. "...Tch."
The raven-haired teen raised his eyebrows, amused at the duo. They didn't seem to have any problem displaying their 'affection' in front of him. Even if they were both guys.
As the three walked back to the main room, Noah was nowhere to be seen. Kid tried to ignore the empty feeling that gave him. Justin set down the bags he was still holding, and brought out a box of cereal. "I hope you like Froot Loops." Kid bit his lip, fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
"He isn't five." Giriko snickered, snatching his bag of Cheetos and beer, and headed back over to the couch. Justin grabbed his soda and bag of foreign candies, following Giriko. Kid sat himself awkwardly in one of the table's seats, trying not to stare at the pair.
He hesitantly picked up the box of cereal, and looked back in the bags. There weren't any bowls, spoons, or milk, just a can of soda, which he presumed to be his. Reaching in the bag, he grabbed the can and settled back in his seat. Kid pried open the top of the box, and ripped open the bag. He ate slowly at first, but then started choking it down. He forgot how hungry he was; being lost in thought distracted him from his stomach.
Once he felt somewhat full, Kid noticed his mouth was a little dry too. He flicked open the lid on the soda, and gulped that down as well. Ignoring the 'strange' noises behind him, he stood up and stretched, his joints cracking into place. Kid let out a relaxed sigh, and curiously peered over his shoulder. He wished he didn't.
"Uh, I'm, ah, going to my, er, room..." The teen stuttered, trying to shield his eyes. He quickly exited, not caring that he didn't get a reply.
Kid walked down the hall, lingering a bit to stare at pictures occasionally mounted on the wall. There were actual pictures of people, and some were just pieces of art. A lot of them though seemed to be focused on the church itself. The founders and former workers were aligned along the walls at different angles. Kid made sure to fix every one.
Arriving at his room, or the room he had been given really, Kid closed the door quietly behind him. Not that he had too, as Noah seemed to not be there at the moment.
The tired teen kicked off his Vans and plopped himself on the narrow bed. Today didn't make any sense to him, yet, he liked it. There wasn't anything being hid from him, although Noah was a bit suspicious today, and Justin and Giriko acted as if Kid was just a part of the group. A friend. Kid laughed, a little too loud. The more he stayed here; he knew it just ate at his sanity. Hanging out calmly with the supposed enemies. What made them bad anyway? The reason that they sided with the Kishin? And what made the Kishin bad?
Kid shifted on his side. The Kishin didn't really do anything bad... Sure he killed some people and ate their souls. But he was insane; it wasn't his fault. Kid laughed again, louder this time. Staying here was fun. He wasn't ready to head back to Shibusen yet.
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A/N: Wow. I have nothing to say really. 8]
Hey, do any of you want to draw something from this story? I would so love it if you drew a scene or something from your favorite or most memorable part. If you upload something, show me the link! I'd love to see it!