Thank you for reading the first chapter of "The House of Death" series. I wrote this series in the hopes of clearing up the bad name of Kidd x Maka(I like to refer to them as KiMa) fanfics. Its so hard to find one with a solid storyline and proper grammar, SOOOO, if you like my series, please let me know in the reviews. If you don't, say something so I can make my series better. Anyway, for the pleasure of my readers, I've taken the liberty of posting not one, but three chapters upon the day of release. If I get lots of love from you all.
Author's Notes: Rated T for teen because of some language.
I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, THE SERIES, ANIME, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I only own the storyline of this fanfic.
Enjoy!
A Month in the House of Death
by RapozaTeRa(formerly Samurai Tsundere)
Chapter One:
Where do I stay?
DAY 1
"More ice cream Maka?" Kidd asked with warm eyes.
"No, Its cool Kidd." I said, smiling back.
"Are you sure?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "You are my guest. I want to make sure that everything suits your needs."
I shook my head, tilting back a bit further on the young shinigami's couch. I crossed my legs, trying to get a bit more comfortable despite my slightly awkward situation – and by slightly, I mean very. I sat in my seat wondering how I'd gotten myself in the position I was in – how I'd ended up in Kidd's house, and how I'd be able to handle staying an entire month here. I watched as Death the Kidd did his best to make me comfortable, jumping up here and there to fluff the pillows behind me as we watched a movie on his couch, re-arranging them in the process to be completely symmetrical. It was sweet how worried he was about me, trying his best to make me comfortable. He really didn't have to be as nice as he was right now. It wasn't his fault that I was here, either, but he was trying his hardest to make the best of it.
Now that I think about it, the only real person at fault here was that feline floozy Blair.
It was a relatively NORMAL day: Soul and I on the couch in our small appartment, watching TV – NORMAL – Me Maka-chopping him after he made a snide comment about my breasts – NORMAL – Blair bouncing into the room, suffocating Soul in her bosom – NORMAL – still annoying, but NORMAL... but what happened next, neither of us were expecting.
"Hiii guuuuys~" Blair mewed happily, after releasing Soul from his busty prison. "Blair has a surprise for her favorite weapon-meister pair~!
"Of COURSE you do..." I mumbled angrily. "because grabbing my weapon and shoving him into that void on your chest just isn't surprising enough anymore..."
Blair giggled deviously. "Of COURSE not Maka-chan... unless Soul-kun doesn't mind..." She said, gazing at the albino teen passed out a few feet away from us, in a pool of his own blood, which was still pouring out of his nose.
"I don't think he's in the place to make any decisions right now," I said, thumbing at my unconscious weapon. "just show us your 'surprise' so I can get back to watching the Discovery channel."
"Ooookey doke! Pum-pum-pumpkin!" Blair purred, making a spray-bottle full of glowing green liquid appear in her hand. "Tadaaaah!"
"What IS that?" a now awake Soul inquired. "It looks like ghost pee..."
"Noooo silly, its my new super cleaning brew!" She gushed happily. "You just spray it wherever there's filth, and it disappears instantly!"
"You're going to clean our house with... with ghost pee?" Soul asked, a bit disgusted.
"Have you tested it out...?" I inquired quizzically, ignoring Soul's stupid question.
"Nya~ of course I have! Take a look," She said, bouncing into our small kitchen, Soul and I in tow, before spraying a steadily growing pile of dirty dishes.
"...Didn't you say you cleaned those dishes an hour ago...?" I asked accusingly. I'd done the dishes for two whole weeks, and it was Soul's turn now.
"Aaah.." Soul said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. His eyes soon grew to the size of dinner plates as he looked back at Blair. "Woah..."
"What, has one of Blair's boobs 'accidentally' fallen out of her shirt again?" I asked, turning my head to see what had gotten such a reaction from my partner. Soon my eyes were mimicking his.
"Wow..." I breathed. It was subtle, at first, but I was sure that that the brew was having an effect as I watched the dirt on the dishes slowly disappear.
"Cool, nya~?" Blair inquired, grinning at our faces. She then proceeded to bounce around the house, spraying anything and everything in sight. I was surprised at just how dirty the stucco walls of our apartment were, as they slowly shifted from crème to an off-white color. I was also amazed (and slightly disgusted)how our brown carpet grew a shade lighter. I made a mental note to speak with our apartment manager about the previous condition of our apartment.
"This is amazing Blair," I whispered, gazing around at our spotless living space. "did you develop this all by yourself?"
"Of course! Everyone seems to think that just because Blair is really cute and has humungous boobs that she isn't smart," the cat-eared woman said, pouting. "but Blair has a stroke of genius every once in a while."
"Well, as amazing as this is, I'm bushed. I'm going to bed... You can spray our rooms in the morning, but for right now I need so sleep in mine." Soul said. He had the right idea too – it was twelve in the morning, and though it was summer vacation, Shinigami-sama still had us doing missions. Death knows when the next one would be(literally), so we needed our sleep.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to hit the sack too, Blair. We'll talk about getting a patent on that amazing brew of yours in the morning. You've got a real money maker there!" I said with a smile, making the older woman blush before retiring to my room. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.
Later that night, I awoke to a faint hissing. My eyes fluttered open for a moment, wondering if Soul had actually gotten up ahead of me to make me some eggs, before I turned over to check the time on my alarm clock and noticed that it was three in the morning. I slowly got up from my bed, and walked down the hall, intent on finding the source of the mysterious sound. Soul's door opened just as I passed it, each of us scaring the other.
"Maka?" He said, drowsily. "That isn't you making eggs in there?"
"Real funny Soul. Why would I be making you eggs at three in the morning?"
"Woah woah, I think the real question here is why aren't you in the kitchen?" He said, grinning at his own sexist joke.
He deserved that Maka-chop.
"Damn, take a friggin' joke, girl!" He whined.
After the swelling on Soul's head went down and I whipped my now bloody textbook clean, he and I walked into the living room. What I saw blew my mind, and apparently Soul's too, because we both shared a gasp.
"What the hell..." Soul mumbled, taking in the scene before him.
The easiest way to describe what I saw: our apartment was melting.
Blair's "brew" must have had a negative reaction on whatever it touched, because everything she'd sprayed was slowly deteriorating. Our coffee table was slowly melting in half, there were chunks taken out of our walls, and the carped had large patches missing from it, and more were forming. The darkness of our house caused it to resemble something close to a haunted house.
"BLAIR!" I yelled. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" I screamed. To our surprise, the busty witch was nowhere in sight.
"Maka," Soul said solemnly, snapping me out of my frantic search for our cat. "grab some clothes and important items. We can't stay here. When you're done, we can alert the neighbors. Who knows how far that stuff'll melt through our walls..."
I gave a silent nod, reminding him in turn that Blair had sprayed the floor too, and to tread lightly.
I ran back to my room, grabbing everything of importance – my cell phone, my laptop, clothes, toothpaste and a toothbrush, underwear...
Soul and I met up at the front door, him holding a duffle bag, and I, a backpack and my computer bag, all bearing a small shinigami skull. Soul must've noticed my computer bag, because he ran back to his room to grab his Xbox and his guitar. As I waited for him in the living room, I heard a scream and a bump. Soon there was a hand sticking out of our now very thin wall.
"Sorry," Soul called "I tripped, and... well... come help me out of here already!"
Oh yeah. We needed to get out of there FAST.
As soon as Soul and I left the house, we warned our next-door neighbors and the neighbors below us of the impending danger. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were NOT happy with being woken up at what was now four in the morning, but changed their moods quickly when they heard that their own ceiling could collapse on them.
Soon, the three families along with Soul and I were making the proper calls to decide where we'd all be staying. Thank Shinigami they all knew how Blair could get, and didn't blame Soul and I in the least(though they were still pretty ticked off at the devious cat.). It was also very fortunate that the DWMA owned the complex(a well known fact, seeing as how most of the students that didn't have their own homes for whatever reason stayed there), and that we wouldn't have to compensate for any of the damage.
Soul and I rode to the school on his bike to report what had happened to Shinigami-sama. He was more than understanding, also knowing of Blair's infamous experimenting habits. He even used his giant mirror to call the rest of the gang to the Death Room to discuss where they'd be staying. I begged Shinigami-sama not to call my idiot Papa, explaining how a week with him would be a living hell. He complied.
Soon, Death the Kidd arrived in skull covered pajamas, along with Liz and Patty, Liz in scarlet silk pajamas and Patty in a giraffe print tank top and shorts. Tsubaki followed soon afterwards in a yellow robe, long green pants and slippers, oddly enough not accompanied by her boisterous meister. When everyone inquired on Black*Star's absence, Tsubaki quickly explained how "The Man Who Would Surpass God" needed his sleep.
"Oookey dookey! Sorry to call you all out so late, but we have a bit of a pickle!" Shinigami-sama said perkily, before explaining Soul and I's situation. We'd need to staysomewhere for a month while our apartment got renovations.
Soul whipped out his cell phone after explaining how he could possibly stay with his grandmother, so the only matter to attend to was where I'd be staying.
I couldn't go with Soul, as he explained that things would be cramped with how many cousins would be at his grandmother's house that stayed there during the summer, and for the sake of my comfort, didn't want me to come. Tsubaki offered, but I politely declined. She understood completely. The hyperactive ninja could be very hard to be around, let alone stay with for a whole month. That left Kidd, Liz and Patty, who would never pass up the offer of helping their friend. Lord Death was completely fine with this.
"We would be happy to have you in our humble abode Maka-chan!" He said in his animated voice. "Of course I won't be there, but Kidd, Liz and Patty will take good care of you!"
"Uh, Shinigami-sama," Liz piped up. "Patty and I will be going to a family reunion in Hawaii, and we'll be leaving tomorrow. Is it okay if it's just Kidd and Maka?"
"No problemo!" Lord Death suddenly got a devious look in his eyes – something you won't see very often. " Just don't get too frisky kids!" He said with a wink.
"What?" Kidd and I said together, soliciting laughs from the whole group. His face was as red as mine when I checked for his reaction.
"Calm down you two, take a joke!" Soul said in-between laughs. "And besides, who would want to try something on a flat-chested girl like – " Suddenly Soul's eyes got wide as I pulled out a thick encyclopedia I'd brought with me from my backpack.
"MAKA CHOP!" I yelled, swinging the hard leather spine down on my partner's head. Everyone sweat dropped before the bump on Soul's head began to swell again.
"Here we are," Kidd said proudly, gazing up at his perfectly symmetrical house. "Home sweet home."
I had been to Kidd's mansion plenty of times for parties, but it looked even more amazing(and creepy) at night. It was very similar to DWMA. The base of the house was in the shape of a skull, as were the left and right wings of the mansion. There were large red cones sticking out between each wing, and humungous candles atop those.
That night I slept in Liz and Patty's room. There was no time for giggling and gossiping – all of us really just wanted to get to bed. Suddenly having to wake up in the middle of the night really tuckered us out, and to top it off, Liz and Patty had a flight to catch in the morning,
The next day, when Soul and I said our goodbyes, and he and his grandmother rode off in their identical motorcycles(go figure – the apple doesn't fall far from the tree), Kidd and I helped Liz and Patty carry what seemed like a million suit cases into the back of the shuttle Kidd had called for them, no doubt many of them carrying some sort of make-up or giraffe related items. When were all saying our final goodbyes, Liz stopped suddenly.
"Don't play too rough with 'em Maka." She whispered in my ear with a wink. Thank goodness Kidd didn't notice my burning face and dropped jaw, as he was waving goodbye to the now receding shuttle.
Once the shuttle was out of sight and the burning in my face resided, Kidd and I sat there for a moment on the side of the road, the hot summer sun on our skin, not knowing what to do. Kidd was like a brother to me, but we'd never really done anything where there was just the two of us.
"Uhh... sooo... wanna watch a movie?" Kidd asked a few seconds later.
So here I am, on Kidd's couch, watching him nearly break his neck over trying to get me a perfectly symmetrical scoop of ice cream, insisting that he did not want "unsymmetrical filth" to enter his guest's mouth. He then began to cry over how terrible of a host he was, convulsing and striking weird poses on the floor. Like I said, my heart went out to the guy. He asked me what movie I wanted to see, and then made me sit and relax as he set everything up for us. Suddenly I had an idea.
"Kidd, I'm gonna go get something from the kitchen, I'll be right back." I said softly. He didn't even notice what I had said, as he was too busy trying to rip his hair out in the corner, still crying, and mumbling something about his "inability to be a symmetrical host".
I just ignored him, completely used to his symmetrical tendencies and got up and went down to Kidd's huge kitchen, and searched around for a knife. When I found the utensils drawer, I picked out a small knife, making sure to re-arrange the ones I'd left into a symmetrical pattern so Kidd wouldn't have an OCD attack later, and pulled an orange out of the fridge. I then came back upstairs to the Rec Room where Kidd, who hadn't even noticed I was gone, had gone back to measuring my scoop of ice cream with a ruler, getting frustrated at how it kept melting while he was doing so, throwing off his symmetry in the process.
"Here," I said, cutting the orange in half, trying my best to cut the fruit exactly down the middle. "We can eat this. Its healthier anyway."
Kidd, who had obviously caught on to what I had done, smiled warmly.
"Thanks Maka."
We both took a half of the orange and enjoyed our movie in peace. As we watched and laughed at Men in Black(1), I realized with a smile that this wouldn't be such a bad week after all.
(1) Men in Black: A blockbuster staring Will Smith as a secret agent, once a regular guy, who works at a secret organization who's goal is to deport illegal aliens(actual aliens), and eradicate dangerous ones. A very good movie. Definetly recommended.
Next chapter:
Kidd and Maka's first night on there own went great, but why does he feel so uneasy?
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