My newest story. I was planning on making this another oneshot, but, I've been doing those a lot lately, and decided to make this one with chapters.
So, there is waiting involved.
But, I think this will be better that way. :D
So, I don't own Soul Eater, nor any of the characters or references in it.
Enjoy~
The Thompson twins were alone in the streets of Death City, running away from something that had attacked them. The streets were empty, and no one seemed to be around. Patty turned into her weapon form, while Liz used her to try and fight off the dark figure they were facing, and when it came close to slashing one sister, they switched positions. Now, Liz was the pistol and Patty was the handler. They had different ways of fighting, yes, but even with the sudden and unfamiliar changes, the beast kept finding ways around it, and into their openings. There were three more switches between the twins before Patty was caught in the path of their opponent's blade, resulting in a very painful, and very deep gash in her skinny arm. Liz should not have turned back into her human form, but she was too concerned for the well-being of her dear sister to think twice about changing forms. For when she was off guard, not even Patty was quick enough to alert her big sister about the incoming blade, and in one, fatal stab through both of the Thompson twins' torsos, they bled, falling to the ground in silence as the figure left them in the dark.
The day was no less fitting.
Anyone who had known the twins had arrived, clad in black with tears in their eyes and sorrow in their hearts. They were such good people, someone said. And they were always willing to help someone in need, said another. Everyone was talking about them as if they were the daughters of an old friend, and the ones who thought of them as family, the ones who loved them the most, were silent. They didn't even cry. No, they couldn't cry. It was too soon, they shouldn't have died so young. The silent ones couldn't believe that they were gone. It was impossible. They were so happy just the night before, so alive, full of life and loving every second of it. But now...
Soon enough, all who had made an appearance were beginning to leave. The last ones to leave were the five who had grown closest to the twins. It had hit them all hard, and they had all wanted to cry. Now, seeing their faces, their cold, sleeping faces...it was impossible to hold back the tears. Tsubaki and Maka stood close to one another, with Black Star and Soul next to them. Death the Kid was in front of them all, looking down on the emotionless faces of his weapons, his family, his beloved friends. Kid was the one to take them in, to make them better people, and they had shared so many memories...it was hard to see their faces without a smile on them. And now, even he was crying. But in silence. There was no sniffing, no wheezing, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in the trees, and the sound of death.
Their tears were shed without notice.
Their sorrow was felt without cease.
Their family was left without two of its loving members, and it was impossible to get them back.
It was a long time before they left the sight of the twins. They were lowered, buried, prayed over, and then longed for. It was hard to leave their side, even when they were in the hands of death.
It was impossible.
"I can't believe it," Tsubaki said softly, after hours of sitting together in silence. "I just can't believe they're gone..."
"Yeah," Soul agreed after a silence.
"It..." Kid was searching for words, desperately, but could find none. What was there to say, at a time like this? "I just...yesterday, it was...only yesterday, Liz and Patty were here..." They all felt the emotion well up inside of them, the memory of the sister's smiles, their laughter, everything. Now, they were nothing but memories. "...right, here..." Kid let the silent tears run from his eyes once more, closing his eyes, and remembering. Black Star made an effort to keep himself from crying, but it was no use. They were a group of seven, they always had been. And now, they were only five. There was nothing more heartbreaking than that.
"Kid," Maka spoke softly, wiping the tears from her eyes with a sigh. "You're...you're welcome to stay here, if you don't want to go back home tonight. Black Star, Tsubaki, you can stay, too, if you want,"
"Our door's always open, for any of you," Soul added, putting a hand on Maka's shoulder. She nodded, but only Black Star and Tsubaki looked up, Kid still stared at the floor, lost.
"Well," Tsubaki said in her normal, half-nervous sounding tone. "We wouldn't want to impede on you guys during such a hard time-"
"Ah, well I think it's a good idea! What better way to help each other through those hard times than spending the night together, huh?" Black Star, of course, interrupted and gave his opinion, his very loud opinion. "So, Kid, how 'bout it?" He looked at Kid, who was still silent. He looked up at Black Star, his yellow eyes brooding. Sighing, Kid nodded in acceptance. But none of them really knew what he really wanted to do, he was all of the sudden passive, but that was expected. After all, two of the closest people to him had just died...
But the night went on, and the days passed one by one. Yes, the remaining five were still mourning over their lost friends, but none of them were as bad as Kid was. He hardly spoke, anymore, and he lost most of his motivation. No one mentioned it to him, but one day, he came to the Academy with a single lock of his hair sticking up, only on one side of his head.
"Kid," Soul came up to him one day after school was out. They were just released from their final class, and were walking through the hallways to exit the DWMA.
"Yes, Soul?" His voice was plain, almost emotionless, like it normally was, only, there was something in it that was different somehow. Sighing, Soul continued.
"How are you holding up?" He wasted no time in getting to the point, and the whole time, his red eyes were on Kid, watching him.
"As well as any meister in this position can be," And with that, he was quiet. It took him many more days until his attitude improved, but he was never really the same old Death the Kid, again. There was always a looming cloud of despair over him, as if the thought of Liz and Patty's death was always on his mind. Yes, it was a hard subject for everyone, but everyone except Kid had recovered, although it was still sad to think about.
Now, it had been almost an entire month since the twins' death.
Death the Kid was at home, alone, surrounded by his all-too-familiar symmetrical home layout. He found comfort in it, but it would always be lacking something, two things, two people. Sighing, Kid fell back onto his bed, and thought, both in his head, as well as out loud.
"How could they have perished like that?" He wondered. "They knew how to fight without me, and together, they were a very strong team. How could just another murderer come along and defeat them, just like that?" It was a mind-boggling question that no one knew the answer to. Who had killed them, why is there no evidence, no trace of the killer, why did it have to be such a wonderful pair of siblings? These, too, were questions without an answer. It was...sad. But Kid was always thinking about them, now, the twins. They were his family, his friends, his weapons, his sisters, and he loved them as all of those things, and now, they were gone without any reason. "The only ones who could have beaten them would have had to be skilled. No simple Kishin could have done it. And there is always the possibility that a meister and weapon had done it. That cannot be ruled out." Kid was more than determined to find out just who the killer was, and was determined to find them himself, if it was the last thing he did.
Yes, there is not much, so far, but you'll want to know how it ends, trust me.
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Thanks for reading!
