Lovelocked: Chapter 1
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DEATH THE KID
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I was not having a good day.
To make a long story short, I'd failed a mission, gotten chewed out by my father, and, well... Just generally not a good day.
I sit outside, on the railing of one of the many balconies my mansion has to offer.
The dim candles, black-metallic sconces and skull decorations suit my mood. I absentmindedly swing my legs back and forth as I once again relive the earlier events of the day.
A timid and familiar voice from down below startles me out of my reverie.
"Oh, um, hi, Kid."
When I look down to see who it is, I manage to very gracefully loose balance and fall backwards. I land flat on my back on the stone floor of the balcony and quickly sit up, rubbing my back in pain.
"Ouch..."
I climb back up onto the railing and look back down at Crona.
"Eheheh, greetings," I say, laughing nervously as I rub the back of my head.
"What brings you here to Gallows Manor, Crona?"
Having regained my senses, I drop off of the balcony to visit with the shy pink-haired boy.
"Oh, well, I'm here for the party." Crona says quietly.
"Party... What party?" I grumble under my breath. No one's told me anything about a party.
"Y-you didn't know? L-Liz invited everyone earlier. She s-said that you n-needed some c-cheering up, a-and I just thought I-I'd come by early to h-help," Crona replies.
The skinny sword-meister seems to be growing more and more nervous.
This fact did not get by me, the perceptive shinigami that I am, and for some strange reason, the thought that I might be scaring Crona makes me feel... guilty. I shake off the strange thoughts and replace my brooding frown with a kind smile.
"How nice of her. Please, come in."
I place a hand on Crona's shoulder, leading him inside, which causes both of us to blush profusely.
I remove my hand and escort Crona to the dining room to help Liz and Patty, and then I quickly excuse myself up to my room.
"What is wrong with me today?!" I don't really care that I am yelling at my paintings, nor do I expect a response.
I throw open my closet door and look over my array of symmetrical outfits. I settle on a silvery grey suit paired with a red button down undershirt. I change into it quickly and stand in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My stomach feels all odd, twisty and fluttery. I must be coming down with something, that's the only explanation for today's events.
I was so easily distracted during the battle earlier, and would have died if it wasn't for Crona. And then when Crona came here just a few minutes ago, I lost my balance and fell backwards, something I normally don't do. And just now after I walked him inside, my stomach feels weird and I can't stop blushing.
Wait a minute. When did Crona start infiltrating my thoughts so much, anyways?!
*knock knock knock*
I hear a knock at my door, so I head over to open it, thinking it's Liz or Patty, but it's neither.
"Um, Kid- the party is about to start down in the ballroom, if you're coming."
"Crona?! Oh, uhm, yes I am." I open my door, step out of my room, and start down the stairwell.
"Crona," I say, since he's still standing in the doorway to my room."Come on."
He looks over at me, and I see a faint tinge of red on his cheeks.
"You look nice..." He mumbles something under his breath. I can't make it out, exactly, but it sort of sounded like he said that I look nice.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
He blushed a deeper shade of red. "I, uh, I said that you look- your room. I meant your bedroom. You... It. It looks nice."
He's acting a bit odd.
"Well, thank you, I guess. I do prefer to keep it nice and neat, and mostly symmetrical."
That earned me a tiny little chuckle, at least. I don't think I've ever heard his laugh, it's rather- musical sounding. I chuckle in return, which seems to generally confuse him.
"What's so funny? Did I do something silly or weird?" He asks worriedly.
"No, it's just- I don't... I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before."
Before he can respond, we arrive at the ballroom, and we part ways.
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"Kid. Yoohoo, Kiddo-kun!" I come back to my senses as one of my weapon partners waves her hand in my face.
"Bwaah?! Oh, it's only you. What is it, Patty?"
The blonde-haired girl giggles mischeviously and elbows me.
"How come you're staring at Crona and bluuuuuushing?"
I ignore her, instead preferring to sip- okay, gulp- my punch.
"Ooh. I get it. You like Crona."
Another angry gulp, but this time it's comically sprayed out of my mouth.
"What?! No! I don't, at least, not like that!" There's no way... She's nuts. I drink the rest of my punch and pointedly stand up, ready for a refill.
All of a sudden, Patty pushes me down onto a couch. I honestly have no idea how it got there. She's obtained a clipboard too, and a pair of fancy looking glasses.
"Tell me, Kiddo-kun... Have you been easily distracted lately? Stomach flutters? Weird thoughts? Has Crona been on your mind a lot?"
She sips her coffee. When did she get coffee? I don't remember her going to the snack bar.
So many questions at once...
"Maybe?"
The couch is gone, so are the glasses and clipboard. I'm standing up again- weird.
"Aha, I was riiiight! You're in love! With Crona! Now, go ask him to dance with you. Gogogogogo!" She is practically shrieking as she shoves me towards him.
I stall, feeling rather awkward about the whole situation.
"But-"
Big mistake. Huge, massive even.
"Get yer stupid little ass over there and ask him to dance right now. RIGHT NOW, DAMMIT!"
She'd won and she knew it.
I trudged over to where Crona was standing.
"Oh, hey Kid!"
"Yo Kid..."
"Hello, Maka, Soul." I greet them as normally as I can manage, but I am still blushing.
I keep walking past them until I reach Crona.
"Oh, h-hi Kid."
"So, um... Crona, do you think that maybe you'd like to dance with me..." I sort of mumble.
"I'm r-really sorry, but I d-didn't understand what you s-said."
I try again.
"Crona, do you- would... Would you like to dance with me?" I blurt it out this time, loud enough that he surely heard it, if not half of the room.
"O-okay. Oh, um, I m-mean, I'd... I'd love t-to d-dance with you, K-Kid," he says softly.
I take his arm and lead him out onto the dance floor.
As if on cue, a slower song starts playing, and I turn to face him. He's blushing a bright pink, and judging by the heat I feel from my cheeks, I'm no better.
"K-kid?" He whispers.
"Hmmm?"
"I- I've never d-danced with anybody before..." He says timidly.
"Here, I'll lead then."
I gingerly take his right hand and guide it over to my left shoulder. He grasps my right hand in his left, and my left hand settles gently at his waist.
I hear a sharp intake of breath when I do so, but I try not to focus on that. I'm just as nervous as he is, really.
I guide him through the steps, and we both fall into an easy rhythm as we sway to the song together.
When it ends, I come to a graceful stop, but Crona isn't prepared, and the momentum smashes him into me. We both fall to the ground. His meister reflexes kick in, and his palms fly out to take the impact, and he ends up in push-up position on top of me.
Our faces are mere centimeters apart, and the room goes silent to see what we will do. We linger there momentarily, staring into each other's eyes.
And then we scrambled away from each other, both of us shrieking apologies.
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Crona and I ended up dancing several more times together, before the night was over. Once the rest of the regular guests went home, and all the required cleanup had been set into motion, I walked him home, and in front of the door to his room, he and I shared a rather passionate and exhilarating kiss.
I now sit on my bed, still breathless. I believe it's safe to say that we're going out now. We haven't made it official yet, or told any of our friends.
However, considering I can still hear her shrieking at the moment, I'm pretty sure Patty already knows.
I head back downstairs after changing back into casual clothing.
Maka, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, and Black*Star are all still in the ballroom, helping with the cleanup in one way or another. Soul isn't anywhere to be found.
I grab a broom and start sweeping the floors.
"Hey, Maka, where did Soul go?"
"I'm not really sure. I think he might have gone home already. I personally didn't see him leave, but I did notice he was acting a bit weird after you left with Crona. Maybe he's coming down with something," Maka replied as she tore down some streamers from the walls.
"Oh, alright then. I hope he feels better," I say.
Why would Soul act strangely and then leave immediately after Crona and I left together? I rack my brain for any ideas, but come up with nothing.
I finish sweeping and put the broom up.
"If you all don't mind, I'm going to head back upstairs and go to bed."
My friends all nod at me, so upstairs I go. I stifle a yawn, and I realize how mentally and physically exhausted I am. I can't complain, though. In all honesty, I had an amazing evening, even if the earlier events of the day were a bit of a setback.
When I get to my room, I flop into my bed and am asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow, the trace of a contented smile still on my face.
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Patty: Well, that was Lovelocked, Chapter 1! How'd you like it so far? Kyahaha~
Liz: *sob*
Patty: Eheheh, why're you crying, sis?
Liz: *sob* it's just so beautiful! *sniffle*
Patty: Teehee, I know, right? Our little Kiddo-kun finally got himself a girl! I never thought I'd see the day!
Liz: ...
Patty: Although, now that I think about it, Crona's a boy, right? Or is he a girl...
Liz: *sniff* I wish I had a love life... *sob*
Patty: But sis, you told me that one time that you don't need a love life as long as you have a sex life!
Liz: You promised me you wouldn't say anything about that! *sob*
Patty: LOL wait, you don't have a sex life either! KYAHAHAHA!
Liz: Meanie!
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Liz: Next time, on Lovelocked...
Patty: OOH! OOH! PICK ME PICKMEPICKME! I know what happens! Soul-chan gets this huge cr-mmmmph, mph urmfjfmmmmf ncsmmmmmfmfph!
Liz: Ahem, little sis, spoilers, spoilers!
Patty: But then, Bl-mmmphmmmmmuurf mrph! MMMMMMMMMMRFPHMMMMM UMPF MMMMMMMMMFMMMMMMURPH!
Liz: Eheheh. You tell 'em, Patty!
Patty: MMMMPH!
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