Ok, I just read chapter 107 of Soul Eater today, and it's finally happened. Kid's getting his stripes! Which is great, except- it's not without a price. Lord Death is about to die. Alone. Well, actually Excalibur is there, but some doesn't really count... Anyway, I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen when Kid comes home. Poor Kid...
I touched down my skateboard right outside DWMA. I was ahead of the others, but they would be here soon. I let Liz and Patty rest outside as I went to report to my Father. I walked past a few scattered "not" class men, and strode into my father's office.
"Father! Ashura is dead! And I got my third stripe- Father?" I looked around the room. Where was Father?
Then I saw him. "You! What- why are you here!" Excalibur just blinked at me. Then, he said in the most solum voice I had ever heard him use, he said, "I was here to say goodbye to your father." Ugh, I can't stand his riddle's-
Wait. What?
"What do you mean goodbye?" I asked, confused and a little frustrated that my dad wasn't waiting for me to come back. "I mean," Excalibur said slowly, "your father is dead."
What?
"What? Why would you say something like that! Of course Father's not dead? That's not funny!" My voice rose to a shout, but I couldn't hide the shaking that was starting in my knees. Excalibur just looked at me sadly, then stepped aside. Behind him I could see Father's mirror. And in front of it was a soul. It was yellow, and in the shape of a skull. I recognized it immediately. How could I not? It was Father's.
"Father!" I shouted, and ran across the room. I collapsed in front of his soul. It was his all right. "F-Father?" I whispered. This couldn't be happening. This was a hallucination from the madness. Wake up. Wake up.
"Wake up! No no no no WAKE UP!" I screamed, pounding my fists into the floor. But his soul was still there, floating soundlessly. "Father." I said tonelessly. He was dead. He was really dead.
"Kid! What's wrong- Kid?" I heard Liz ask behind me as she and her sister rushed into the room with the rest of my friends. Then there was silence. All I could hear was my breathing. "He's dead." I said softly. "Father's d-" and then the sobs started.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Eventually I felt arms on me, trying to pull me away. But I pushed them off. I think I might have screamed. At them, at death, at the world. Finally I was too far into my depression to do anything but sob, and they pulled me away. I caught flashes of their faces, and they were crying too, Patty was crying, and I want to comfort her. But I couldn't say it was alright. It wasn't. It never would be.
"Daddy." I choked out. "Daddy. Please. Please."
My poor baby :( Seriously, this has been running around my head over and over for hours. It's so depressing :/ Oh well, hope you liked it anyway! Please review ;)