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Robert 23991:This is a col-lab story started between me and Moonlightpheonix-xX for those of you who haven't read her story new divide there are references from that story in here would highly recommend you read it :)
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Seth stomped out of the mansion. He was a pale-skinned, thin boy with red eyes and white hair. He was clad in a white lab coat, white pants and a light gray shirt. He'd just gotten in another argument with his father, so he'd taken his medicine, sword and Mana Glove and left.
His father was the current Lord Death, formerly Death the Kidd. He and Lord Death had just argued about whether or not Seth and his sister could leave Death City. His father said no, Seth got mad. It turned into a screaming match.
A typical day in the Shinigami manor.
Syra, a girl with black hair and three Lines of Sanzu with red eyes clad in a mostly black uniform consisting of leggings, a skirt, a long-sleeved shirt and multiple white belts, chased after him. "Seth! Seeeeeeeeth! Big brother!" she called. She was also wearing her Mana Glove.
A Mana Glove was a part of a set military of armor that allowed the wearer to use a specific kind of magic, depending on the wearer's Soul and Mana type. (For example, if someone's Soul type is electricity, but their Mana type is fire, they will have the power of explosives.) It is a skeletal bracelet that fits over someone's hand and allows even the most dull, ordinary people to use magic.
"We're the same age, Syra. We're twins." Seth replied.
"Dad said you were born five minutes before me." Syra said. Seth face-palmed. He didn't want to talk, and frankly was in a bad mood. "Why do you always have to argue with Dad?" she asked.
Seth rolled his eyes. "You're talking like I WANT to fight with him everyday! Don't you get it, Syra? He's keeping us trapped here because he just wants to control us! He just uses our disease and Mom's death as an excuse! He probably GAVE US this disease!"
"Seth, you're over-reacting." Syra replied. She made sure the two didn't kill each other, or more like she was keeping Seth from killing their Dad.
Seth punched a nearby building, making a breach in the wall about the size of his fist. "I've had enough and I want OUT! He's kept us here long enough, dammit!"
"Seth, please! You can't leave us..." Syra said.
"Who said I was leaving you? WE'RE leaving DAD!" the young half-reaper snarled.
"No, Seth, don't..." his twin pleaded. Suddenly, Seth's eyes widened and he grew alarmed.
Not a good sign.
"Do you feel that?" Seth murmured.
"Feel what?" Syra asked anxiously.
Seth wrapped both arms around her tightly. "GET DOWN!" Within a second, they were enveloped by raging winds and cold blackness. In a few minutes, they found themselves in an empty field. They didn't know they were in a seperate dimension, or that that the field was a Kishin hot-spot... Or that they were just spotted by one of the Academy's most ruthless students.
"Great now where was this big ass kishin I was meant to fight?" Robert mumbled out loud as he walked through the deserted field, his jacket hood flapping a little in the breeze. According to one of his contacts, there was a disturbance in this very field that had been growing for days, but now he had arrived he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
After a lap of the field he gave up, deciding that he needed to head back home and plan his next hunt or maybe beat up his contact more for info. Just as he was about to leave, he heard an after shout of someone yelling and then saw what looked like two teens cowering in the field, but he could tell by their scents that they weren't human. The first was a skinny pale-skinned boy looked around his age a sword strapped to his side, which was just visible beneath his white lab coat. The other he didn't get a good look at
"Well, looks like my trip here wasn't a waste of time after all," Robert said drawing his knife out from his belt with his left hand in a reverse grip. The knife was basically an army combat knife with a black rubber grip. It was made of mithril; a very rare metal and one that couldn't be broken by most weapons. It never lost it's edge, either. His right hand twitched in anticipation, knuckles cracking, which was the first sound that the teens heard before Robert slashed with the knife, attempting to take the boy kishins head clean off.
Seth let his sister go, and felt around for their medicine. Yes, it was still there... Seth breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw someone walking toward them with a knife. "Syra, take the medicine and run." he said.
Syra gave him a confused look. "What?"
"RUN!"
Robert heard a muttered conversation as he approached, then he heard the boy telling the girl to run. "SO YOU INTEND TO RUN?! KISHIN SCUM, MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME! I WILL STILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND ALL YOUR KIND!" he roared out, now breaking into a run attempting to catch the girl.
Syra took the medicine and ran as Seth pulled out his sword. "Kishin?! Is that what you think we are? We're Reapers, dumbass!" The albino retorted.
"Please, like I would believe that old line!" Robert spat, his eyes burning with rage and rushing the albino kid with multiple slashes and stabs.
Seth dodged and blocked with his sword, not fighting back. He didn't think the other boy was worth his energy, especially since he didn't take his medicine that day. "Look at my sister's hair, moron! Have you ever seen a Kishin, or a human for that matter, with the Lines of Sanzu?!"
'Heh, moron. That's a good one, not been called that name in years.' Robert thought as the kid he was fighting dodged and blocked him with ease. Little did he know, Robert was holding back. He wanted these two alive if possible.
'Wait a second, Lines of Sanzu? Did he mean those strips in the girls hair? They do remind me of Death the Kidd, but no way he had kids... At least not the last time i saw him.' Robert thought while pausing in his attempts to get past his opponents defense. He concluded that they were trying to bluff their way out of the fight.
"You are Death the kidd's children? Please, a good lie but not good enough. Even though I haven't been to the DWMA in years, I doubt Kidd could have got married in that time, let alone had two children !" Robert replied, keeping in stance, his knife still in it's reverse grip and his right arm held out in front of him, ready to guard any surprises this brat had in store for him.
Seth looked confused, but dodged quickly. "Who's Death the Kidd? Our Dad is Lord Death." Just like in their dimension, Lord Death was dead in this one.
"Wait, Lord Death had more than just one kid?" Robert mumbled out loud, trying to go through his memories of the academy while trying not to let his guard down, but, unfortunately, he had left a gap in his defence.
Seth tried to take that opportunity, but felt a sharp pain in his chest and collapsed to his knees, coughing and gagging. He couldn't breathe and he was coughing up blood. Syra saw this and ran to him. "Seth!"
"Well, that's unexpected," Robert said, seeing the albino fall to his knees. He then saw his sister rush to his side. "So his name is Seth, huh?" Robert said relaxing a little more and began walking towards the two, his knife glinting in the setting sun.
"Unfortunately for you two, I haven't heard that name. The could be said of you miss, so whether you wear the lines of sanzu or not makes no difference to your situation. As far as my nose can tell, you are kishins and I am duty bound to slay of your kind." he said, his voice cold now, ending up only a couple of steps from them now.
Syra extended her hand with the Mana Glove and created a sheild around her and Seth. She was trying to calm Seth down, while trying to avoid his blood. Robert could see why. Wherever his blood touched his skin, it started eating away like someone had poured acid on him. Syra opened the case and pulled out a needle and some mahogany colored medicine.
Robert watched as the girl put up a shield made of magic, which surprised him, though he didn't let it show. 'Maybe that glove gives her that ability?' Robert thought "Tell me girl, why bother putting up a shield?" he asked, keeping his coo,l even though his mind and body were screaming for him to rip their hearts out.
"Because you'll hurt us and we're already dying." Syra said, putting the liquid in the needle and injecting it into Seth, who passed out. "There's something in our blood that's used to kill Reapers, so when we don't take our medicine or get too excited, it starts eating our insides."
"Hurt you? You serious?" Robert let loose a sadistic laugh, which echoed around the field. "Tell me, did you count on your 'magic' protecting you from a dragon, kishin?" Robert asked, still smiling, Rolling up his right hand sleeve, showing her his mutated arm and he began to mutter magic words under his breath.
"Well, if we're Kishin, then by that logic you're one, too." Syra replied, looking at his arm. "Because you're not human."
Robert at first ignored the comment, concentrating on the spell to release his dragon powers. he then said these words aloud, his voice suddenly growing deeper and sounding older, something that was forgotten a long time ago, "Dragons d'aois a thabhairt dom ar iasacht neart dom do chumhacht a bhriseadh an bhacainn!" He repeated this phrase 3 times, then he reached to the shield, which, when he touched it, shattered like glass.
"Yes, kishin, I am not unlike you, who chose the path to evil, I was never given a choice." he replied, his voice sounding as old and powerful as the gods. He reached down for the boy who was passed out on the ground now.
Syra took his arm in a death grip. "Tell me, did a Witch do that or did you do that to yourself?" she asked in a monotonous tone.
"I would prefer not to answer that, kishin.." Robert replied, his voice softer now. He looked the girl in the eye, letting her see the scarred side of his face. His blue eyes reflected some of the pain he had gone through before he became a meister, but it was only for a moment before the wall he kept up around his emotions covered them up. Now he was this close to them he could smell that they were in fact part human, which surprised him.
"If i promise not to hurt you two anymore, will you let me see if i can try to help him?" he asked, his anger and rage ebbing with every passing moment. He saw they weren't human, but they weren't evil kishins either, so as far as he was concerned, they merely needed help if the girl would allow him.
"Maybe." she replied, a slight hiss to her voice. "You make one move, though, and you're going to be my Hellhound's lunch."
"I swear, I won't harm him," Robert replied, giving what he hoped was a reassuring glance and ignoring the hiss in her tone. He knew she wouldn't trust him right away after what happened, but at least he could try to help in some way. He laid his hand on the boy's chest. He was suffering, he could tell, both in mind and in body. "Must be the blood she told me about," he thought.
He then muttered a spell meant to ease the boys pain and ease the mind at the same time. His arm glowed a pale purple and then disappeared, along with labored breathing the boy had, which was a good indicator that the spell had worked.
He then stood up and reached into his jacket pocket for a pouch and withdrew a kishin egg from it. Syra narrowed her eyes, eyeing the soul suspiciously. Robert ignored the suspicious stare and swallowed the egg whole, then put the pouch back in his pocket. "So, what do you think of me now? Think i'm someone who should be chained to a stake and crucified?" he asked, a little irritated by the scowl she was using.
She pulled her brother close to her and muttered a 'thanks'. "Good enough, I suppose. So... do you guys live near here?" he asked, putting his hands in his jean pockets and looking around. It was now dark and he didn't like the idea of leaving her alone with a passed out boy, even though she could protect herself, he doubted she could defend herself and the boy for the whole night in a place like this. It was a kishin hot spot, hence why he was out here.
Syra bit her lip. "We live in Death City. But I guess that's not true here, if my hypothesis is correct."
'Well, that just raised my confusion and curiosity.' Robert thought to himself "Well, I am staying close by for the night, at least why not come with me?" he offered. Syra looked up at him with her big red eyes, though still on guard. She gave a curt nod. 'Man, not much of a talker this one.' Robert thought. He had just noticed the red eyes the girl had and for some reason he was hypnotized by them for a second before coughing, "Well I have a car just outside the field, want me to carry him miss?" he asked, offering his left hand to help her up.
Syra stood. "I can handle it." She picked up her brother like he was nothing and carried him over her shoulder.
"Well... that's new" Robert thought, sweat dropping as she picked her brother up like a sack of potatoes. He led her to his car, which was a rental he had picked up at the airport, when he had arrived here and opened the back seat door letting her lay her brother in the back.
Syra sat up front with him. "My name is Syra," she said. "Syra Shinigami, but me and Seth use the alias of Baskerville among humans, so you can call us that."
'Great, I'm probably harboring criminals now. Add that to my rap sheet, officer!" Robert thought sarcastically. "A pleasure, miss Syra. Name's Robert Farmer, Rob to my friends," he replied, giving a small smile and pulling his hood down. He didn't mind if she saw the scars on his twisted face, he was used to it. By now, he only used the hood to hide in public as not to scare passers by. 'Not that I have any friends though,' he joked in his head
He then drove off down a dirt track for about 5 minutes before hitting the tarmac and heading back to his temporary stay house. Syra got out and followed him, getting Seth out of the back first.
Robert unlocked the front door to the house. It was a small 1 bedroom log cabin. Robert walked in first, turning on the lights and holding the door open for Syra, carrying the still unconscious Seth. "You can leave him in my room, it's on the left there'." Robert said as she walked by. He then shut the door and headed to the kitchen preparing, two cups of tea and leaving one on the coffee table in the living space, He sat on one of the couches, taking a sip, then turning on the electric fire. It was a little cold out tonight and he didn't fancy leaving either of guests cold.
The place was sparsely decorated and didn't have much in ways of charm going for it, but the bare wood of the logs reminded Robert of his long months spent training in the mountains and forests back in Northern Ireland.
Seth woke up and Robert heard their conversation. First, he heard Seth. "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"
"Seth, calm down! We're OK!" That was Syra.
"NO! WE'RE NOT OK! SOMEONE TRIED TO FUCKING KILL US!"
"Seth!"
"...Where the hell are we, anyway?"
"In a cabin."
"How'd we get here?"
"Robert."
"Who?"
"The guy who tried to kill us."
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!"
"CALM DOWN! QUIT BEING SO PARANOID!"
"I CAN"T HELP IT!"
"YES YOU CAN! START BY TAKING YOUR MEDICINE!"
Robert sighed as he listened to them, then sat back on couch. He was waiting to see if they would come out. If they wanted to run, he wouldn't blame them, but he wanted to ask them a few things first.
What did Syra mean by, "We live in Death City. But I guess that's not true here, if my hypothesis is correct."? What possible explanation could she have for that? Robert watched the clock ticking, hanging above the fireplace. It was about 11pm now. 'I suppose I should head back to death city soon. Meeting these suddenly made me feel a little homesick.' he thought. Syra eventually came out, dragging an extremely angry Seth behind her. She sighed.
"I see your brother is awake," Robert commented, taking another sip of his tea.
"Did you hear us?" she asked.
Robert just gave a small smirk which pulled at the scar on his face horribly turning into more of a sneer, also showing some of his teeth which was not his intention. "You could say I overheard little snips of it. Mostly the shouting."
Syra sighed. "You try anything, you're dead." Seth snarled.
"You can thank me for reducing your pain later!" Robert snapped back. He was still on edge after their little brawl. "Please sit down, Seth. Would you like anything to drink?" he asked, hoping they could at least get a decent conversation out of this without it boiling down to threats and fighting.
"Depends. Did you poison the drinks?" Seth asked.
Syra gawked at him. "Seth!"
Robert sighed. "No, it's fine Syra. You didn't trust me right away after the fight, so why should he do so when he has just woken up?" Robert got up, pouring another cup of tea for Seth and setting it on the table. "Drink it if you wish, Seth. I'm not here to kill you, at least not now. That incident in the field was a case of mistaken identity and I apologize for it," he then turned to Syra. "So then, Syra, what did you mean by that you lived in Death City but that may not be the case here?" he asked, sitting back down on the couch.
Seth took the tea and hesitantly took a sip. Syra began to speak. "Things are very different here, much more rural. I've come to the conclusion that me and Seth were dragged into another dimension by a higher being." Seth did a spit take.
"HUH?!"
Robert also did a spit take, but managed to swallow most of his mouthful of tea anyway. "Really? That's interesting, but first i saw of you two was when you were kneeling in that field, popping out of thin air! There wasn't any portal I could see unless it was above me at the time, but then you would have fallen through and hit the ground in a heap rather than simply appear there, and who or what has that kind of power?" he asked thinking on it himself . "Maybe a witch experimenting with dimensional travel or time travel gone wrong?" he suggested, offering the only idea he could think of.
"Or The Fates." Syra replied. "They could control anything and control everything. We must have angered them."
Seth looked devastated. "The last thing I said to Dad was 'I hate you'... Now I might not ever see him again."
"I told you and Dad to quit arguing, but you didn't because you two are too dumb to think about this kind of thing." Syra retorted, flicking Seth's forehead.
"Gee, thanks." he said sarcastically.
"You're welcome~!"
"You're such a bitch sometimes."
"..."
Robert sweat-dropped at this silly fight. "Nothing happens by fate," he replied, a little anger making his way into his voice now. "I am living proof of that." He then remembered his conversation with Seth. "You said you father was Lord Death. What was real name?"
"Uh, well everyone calls him Kidd, but his actual name is Crowley." Seth replied. "And besides, we didn't say fate, we said THE Fates. The original Gods. The Gods that Gods worship."
"What? Gods that worship other, older gods? Do you know how silly that sounds? How can one god be more powerful than another if they even exist here? And secondly, didn't everything begin from one event or person?" Robert then then remembered Kidd back at the DWMA "As for Kidd, I know him well, but the last time we saw each other was a long time ago".
"Ah, humans wouldn't understand." Seth replied.
"You know Dad?" Syra asked. "How long ago did you talk to him?"
"Hmmm, lets see... Now, it was before I left on my hunt, so I would say nearly 3 years now. Funnily enough, I received a letter from lord death telling me to come back to Death City recently. Something about important news. I was heading there when I was told about the disturbance here in Texas. I was in the area, so I thought to check it out. The rest you know," He then turned to Seth. "And what do you mean by I wouldn't understand? I have an open mind like most people!" he said, a little insulted by Seth's remark.
"Well, most people assume that Gods are all-powerful and there are no Higher Beings." Seth explained.
"Hmmm, you have a point there, Seth, and I just gave a perfect example of a typical human reaction to it. Syra, why did you want to know when I talked to your dad?" Robert asked, while thinking on what Seth said. It scared him a little, thinking that there were gods more powerful than the ones that were more well known to this world.
Syra blinked. "He might know how to get us home. Dad was studying dimensional travel. Maybe this dimension was as well?"
"Hmmm possible.." Robert then glanced at the clock which was 1AM now. "Well, I guess you can ride with me to Death City tomorrow, if you want, but it will have to wait till the morning. I need some shut eye, as I haven't slept for about 5 days now, sound good?"
"Um, yeah," Seth said. Syra nodded.
"Ok then, feel free to take the bed, Syra. There is a bathroom in there, too. I got some spare blankets, too, for Seth and myself." Robert then got up and left the living room to go hunt down the blankets in the storage room underneath the house.
"Um, thanks." Syra said, walking to the bedroom. Seth blinked. He'd sleep with his sword tonight.
"Damn it, where are they? I was sure I put them here- OW SON OF A BITCH!" Robert cursed his clumsiness, but found the blankets under the staircase leading to the underground storage, then came back up to the living space throwing a blanket at Seth as he passed and lying back on the couch nearest the kitchen staring at the ceiling.
'Well, that's one way to spend your day,' he thought to himself. He tcouldn't help but notice Seth still had his sword. 'Must be planning to kill me in my sleep. Oh well, at least I would die in my sleep.' he thought to himself, allowing himself to laugh as he turned the lights down dim enough that they could sleep if they needed to, but still have enough light to see by. Seth sat against the door frame to the bedroom, sword in hand. He was wrapped in blankets and sitting up against the wall, one hand outstretched to hold his sword in a death grip, which he had stuck into the floor.
The night came and went, Robert continually stared at the ceiling. 'Looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight. Better count that as 6 days straight without sleep,' he thought. He had noticed Seth had not taken the other couch and instead had sat guard beside Syra's door, his sword stuck in the floor. For most of the night he had kept awake, but Robert did notice him dose off a few times without his notice until he woke suddenly from what seemed like a bad dream.
'Probably the turn of events back in the field, must admit he really cares alot for his sister. I hope they are able to get back home soon," Robert thought. A slight stream of sunlight began to pierce through the trees and into the living room.
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