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Lord Death stared at his son intensely. How could he?! The boy knew the consequences to a reaper who sold his soul to a witch! Lord Death didn't know whether to smite everything in his path with rage, or hold his son closely. Soon, there would be a trial for his crime. Kid would either be sentenced to death or exile. There would be no mercy.
Kid kept his eyes on the floor as he stood in front of his father, waiting for his trial to be set up. This was probably the last time he'd see him. Kid felt tears threaten to cascade, but Kid managed to hold them in. He didn't feel regret, not one bit, for trading his soul because in return Patty and Liz would get to live. They were still severly injured and in the hospital, but they'd most definitely live.
Kid clenched his fists and his jaw tightened. Those idiots. Why – after all this time, after all the lectures – would they decided to jump in front of him when a Kishin egg had attacked? It had cost them their lives and Kid had done the only thing he could think of. He gave his soul to a witch. His immortal soul. It would take hours before the effects really took hold.
What were the effects of being soulless? He wouldn't be able to feel anything and all his memories would die along the way. He'd still be able to think, but it'd almost be like starting from scratch. Worse probably considering he wouldn't be able to tell right from wrong because he'd feel no sympathy or perhaps he just wouldn't care if he did know. Kid sighed. To be honest they didn't know much about soulless bodies.
"You'll let them stay in the manor, won't you?" Kid asked.
The girls. Oh, how would they feel about this? Would they be angry with him? Would they hate him for leaving them? Could he really function without remembering them? Would all their laughter and warm moments be gone forever?
"Of course," replied Lord Death monotonic. "My son gave himself to save them. It was his last deed as a grim reaper and as a person."
Kid felt himself tremble. "Will you still love me?" His voice crackled and the tears blurred a vision.
There was a long silence. Lord Death hesitated. Oh, how he wanted to comfort his son and show all his love, but it wouldn't help either of them. Lord Death knew Kid hated feeling weak in front of people, especially his father, and if he said what any father would say at a desperate time like this, he was sure Kid would cry and hate himself for it. But what about what Kid needed to hear? What about how Lord Death felt?
"I will love the person you were," was all he could come up with.
"Good." Kid looked up at his father, "Because the person I will become deserves no sympathy or compassion. My soul will be in the hands of an evil witch and you will go through many struggles because her power will be great. I apologize for that, father, but as the son I once was to you, I have a request."
"Ask and it shall be granted." Lord Death felt the tears running down his cheek, bu his voice refusied to give him away. He wasn't sure if he was thankful for the mask or not.
"When Patty and Liz wake up, please give them everything as if they were your own children." Kid gulped, fighting his sobs. "Say I was a coward and ran away. Never tell them I gave my soul for theirs and if…if they try to find me or cause trouble because of the memories of the person I was, erase their memories. Have," Kid bit his lip for a moment, "have Maka figure out what to replace me with. I'm sure she'll know some happy stories." A small smile appeared on his sad face.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Kid let out a chuckle, and then a deep airy breath, "I was once death. No, I don't think that is why I'm behaving like this." Kid lifted up his trembling hand. "Perhaps, I just fear what come after death."
"Do you think your comrades will choose death for you?"
"I hope so," Kid replied truthfully, "I may just become a Kishin egg otherwise."
"I see."
"Fath…Lord Death," Kid cleared his throat and lifted his head high, "I am grateful to have had you as a father. I wish I could have been the man you intended me to be, but I made a choice, which I do not regret, that has effected you as well. I only hope you may find someone suitable soon."
That was it. Lord Death hugged his son tightly. He let the mask fall, both figuratively and realistically from his face and from his heart.
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"Did you see what I saw?" A young witch smiled, "Aren't you proud Lady Arachne?"
Arachne gave her a thin smile, but her eyes gleamed in delight, "Quite, my dear. You not only managed to get me the soul of a young reaper, but also his body. How delightful."
"My lady," Mosquito bowed, "what shall be my next task?"
"Get the boy of course." Arachne leaned back in her chair, "I have a few plans in mind for him."
Giriko arched an eyebrow, "Will that twerp really be useful to us? Ain't he just gonna be a zombie type of thing?"
"The only useless thing is you," Mosquito retorted, "Don't question the ideas our lady has."
Giriko scuffed. "Whatever." He put his hands behind his neck, "Hey, Arachne, will you give him his soul back after all his memories are gone?"
Arachne took out her fan and smiled, "Who said his soul actually ever left his body? Soul protect does wonders."
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