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It had been twenty-four hours since Death the Kid mysteriously disappeared. His father, friends, and two weapon partners Liz and Patti were all at their wit's end trying to find him, constantly drawing a blank. Maka, Soul, Blackstar, Tsubaki, Liz, Patti, Stein, and Spirit were all regrouped in the Death Room after the third search.
"No sign of him anywhere," Maka said. "We checked the forest and every town within walking distance of Death City."
"Yeah," Liz agreed. "And Patti and I found every symmetrical place we could find. He's not anywhere."
"You honestly think he ran away?" a seductive voice leered behind them. They all turned around in surprise to reveal Medusa's slim figure glowing in the mirror's reflection. "You are all much stupider than I thought."
"Medusa," Maka growled.
"Didn't we kill this witch, I don't know, twice already?!" Soul grumbled.
"What do you want?" Lord Death demanded.
"Just wanted to let you know," the blonde witch began nonchalantly. "That if you ever want to see Death the Kid again—" the others stiffened "—you'll hand all control over the DWMA to me."
"Where is he?!" Liz barked sharply.
"He's a little busy right now," Medusa explained with a wink of her golden snake-like eye. To confirm her statement, a distinct scream echoed from the background.
"Kid!"
"Like I said," Medusa said. "Give me the DWMA or else you will never see your precious Kid again. You have three days, Reaper. If I don't hear from you by then, my snakes will feast on the blood of your child. It's your choice."
The glass became fuzzy before going dark completely.
Kid's Savior; Will Bernkastel Get Her Reward?
"Might as well get this over with," Medusa thought on the second night.
She turned to her prey that was helplessly lying in the corner. His clothes were torn and bloody, revealing glimpses of severe and infected stab wounds and such. He tried to raise himself on his hands and knees, but buckled to the ground once more. Despite the pain, deep down, he was happy. He was thankful that his father didn't give up the school just for him. However, he was also sad that he wouldn't get to see his friends or his partners again.
"Any last words before you die?" Medusa's sharp voice cut into his soul like a knife.
"I told you so," Kid whispered faintly. Medusa gritted her teeth and turned to her snakes.
"Feed," she commanded.
The collection of serpents lunged forward immediately, viciously biting and wrapping around Kid's body. The young reaper whimpered, but accepted his fate with little struggle. It was pointless; no one knew where they were and no one could hear his blood-curling screams. Medusa watched with a straight face as the boy writhed on the ground. She hadn't lost, but she hadn't won, either. She'd played her most valuable card to no avail.
Meanwhile, outside of the small stone building, a dark figure was hovering in front of the laughing crescent moon. It was a witch, watching everything play out beneath her. She aimed her broomstick at the ground, sailing at an alarming speed towards the house. She broke in through one of the windows, startling Medusa.
"Oh, it's just a little girl," Medusa seethed, regaining composure. She motioned towards one of her snakes, who lashed out at the mysterious newcomer. The other witch gave a wave of her hand, and the serpent was sliced in half. "What's this? Willing to fight your own kind, witch?"
The witch raised her head; her blue bangs pulled back to unsheathe her teal eyes. She raised her hand and clenched her fist violently. Medusa collapsed in a pool of her own blood, gripping a gaping hole in her chest.
"The Endless Witch, huh?" she choked before she went limp. Her body dissolved in black bands, leaving her violet soul for the taking. The snakes coiled in pain; through their link with Medusa, they had received the same blow. The blue-haired girl turned to Kid's limp body, debating.
"If I save him," she thought. "Maybe… just maybe…."
Without further consideration, she lifted his body onto her broomstick and floated out the window again.
Soul Eater
After hours of flight, the witch landed gently in a small glade by a stream. Laying Kid down, she put her ear up against his chest, listening to his faint heart being strangled by Medusa's venom. The witch straightened, putting both of her hands over his chest. A teal light emanated from under her palms, enveloping the two of them in an orb of light. Woodland animals from nearby peeked at them from the cover of the trees, curiously wondering what could cause such supernatural brightness.
The light retracted and dissolved, leaving Kid's skin without a scratch. His clothes were mended and clean as well. His breathing was fuller, steadier, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes.
"Are you a witch?" he whispered.
"I'm a good witch," the other explained. Her voice was low and dreary. "I am Bernkastel."
As his mind became clearer, he took in every inch of the strange witch's appearance. Her skirt was perfectly folded on either side, the black over dress of her Gothic Lolita attire was perfectly divided, and her blue bow-tie was balanced on the left and right. Her teal eyes, though hard to tell, were perfectly in proportion with each other, her blue hair was at a perfect length on either side of her face, and her hat— Kid stopped dead in his admiring. He sat bolt upright, squinting angrily at her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Your hat is not symmetrical!" he cried. "The tip folds to the left and not the right! It should fold either backwards or forwards, or better yet, not at all!"
Bernkastel began laughing. "You're so cute when you tell me I'm not symmetrical. What's with the stripes in your hair then? There are three stripes on the left and none on the right."
"You're right! I'm garbage! A-symmetrical garbage! No wonder my father chose the Academy over me! How could he love me?!"
"Kid, you've got problems," Bernkastel said, rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay now."
"Why would you say something like that?" he asked. "Nothing is symmetrical out here."
"Well, you're alive now," the child replied. "So we can fly to someplace symmetrical."
"You'd really do that for me?" he sniffled.
"Of course; I can go anywhere I want to," she continued with a sly grin.
"Alright, then in that case," Kid said, rising to his feet. "I wish to go home, to the Death Weapon Meister Academy."
"No problem," Bernkastel said, getting on her broomstick. "Come on. And Kid, please don't try to make my broom symmetrical when we're flying."
"No problem," Kid replied.
"No, I mean it. If you try to clip even one bristle, I will tie you up and confiscate your cutting utensil."
"I have no choice," Lord Death said. "I have to turn the DWMA over to Medusa."
"What?!" Liz gasped. She, Patti, Stein, and Spirit were all gathered in the Death Room.
"Lord Death, Spirit, and I talked it over," Professor Stein explained. "We agreed that the DWMA can be won back over time, but Kid can't. This is our final decision. Do you understand?"
They nodded, somewhat enthusiastically, but still defeated. Kid would be returned to them, but the school would be lost and Medusa would have finally won. Stein felt an intense energy wash over the area; it was a witch's soul in close range of the school, possibly Medusa or one of her messengers.
"A witch," Stein growled.
Spirit and Patti transformed, and Lord Death, Stein, and Liz ran out of the Death Room. The maze-like hallways were no hindrance to them; they found their way out the front doors in time to see a witch flying on her broomstick over the DWMA. She drifted through the barrier effortlessly, and the Meisters raised their weapons threateningly. When she got closer to them, they were able to see Kid leaning on her shoulder, unconscious.
"Kid!" Liz cried.
Stein rushed forward, unarmed, and took Kid from the witch when she touched to the ground.
"I got a little lost, so he fell asleep," Bernkastel explained, putting her broom up over her shoulder. Interpreting Stein's example as a sign that the stranger wasn't a threat, the others rushed forward as well.
"Is he okay?" Patti demanded, transforming again.
"That's strange; there's not a scratch on his body," Stein said, looking back up at the witch.
"His wounds were easy to heal," Bernkastel said nonchalantly. "Medusa isn't very creative. Speaking of which, here," she handed Lord Death a small satchel containing Medusa's soul. "You won't have to worry about her anymore."
"I can't believe this…. What's the catch?" Stein asked.
"What do you mean? There is no catch."
"No catch?" Stein asked, stunned. He relaxed once more and began turning the screw in his head. "Interesting…."
"You bring my son back," Lord Death said. "You heal his wounds; you destroy the witch that has caused us such trouble, but how do we know this isn't part of Medusa's plan?"
"No, wait," Kid whispered, opening his golden eyes tiredly. "It's not…"
"Kid," the others said at once.
"Father, it's not… a trap… believe me," he said. "She saved me."
"Well, if my son tells me it's true, then I believe it," Lord Death said, turning back to Bernkastel.
"You're called Bernkastel?" Stein asked.
The young witch nodded.
"You would really do all of this selflessly? Without expecting a reward of any kind?"
"I originally just did this for the fun of it," she admitted. "Having endless power can only be so entertaining. But now that you mention it, I guess I would like something in return."
"Like what?" Stein inquired.
"Well, I assure you, I don't want this school," she said, receiving a sigh from the group. "Never how symmetrical it may be; it belongs to you."
"Ah, I see you've caught on with Kid's compulsive behavior regarding symmetry," Lord Death said. It was strange; just a few minutes ago, they were prepared to fight, but now the witch seemed to be their best friend. When they looked back at Bernkastel, she had her back to them. She stared unfathomably out at the dark night, shifting her gaze up at the bloody moon.
"I'd like to stay here," she said finally. Her voice was softer than before. She turned back at them with a smile on her face. "Let's call it a favor for now," she said. "But I think I want to stay here for a while, and I could use a room for the night?"
"No problem, sweetheart," Lord Death chirped, his usual cheerful self again.
"Yay!" Patti chanted. "Yay!"
"Well, since I don't have to cut her in half," Spirit said, reforming to his human form again. "She's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
Before he could touch her, Lord Death slammed his hand against Spirit's skull, in his famous "Reaper Chop."
"You have your own daughter to fawn over, you perverse idiot," Lord Death growled.
"Well, I guess you're staying with us tonight," Liz sighed.
"I wonder how Maka will feel about all of this," Stein thought, turning his head to look at the faded violet sky. "Trusting a witch, and, for the sake of being curious, a witch saving Kid. It's all so intriguing."
Just to let you know, this is not an Umineko/Soul Eater crossover. My OC just has the name and similar appearance to Bernkastel. So, how did you like it? The future chapters will be better, I promise. Please leave me a review telling me what you think, if I got anything wrong, and/or ideas for future chapters. Thank you for reading!
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