Chapter Two: Irritating


"If you haven't taken samples to check for DNA, do that," ordered the detective. "I'd like to ask some questions to a few of the people in here."

Everyone turned to look at him, and he pointed at Maka. "You first. Step into the room over there, if you don't mind." Kidd jerked his head towards the bedroom, before pulling a small notepad out of his breast pocket and flipping it open as he stalked over to the aforementioned room.

Maka nodded hesitantly, giving Soul a quick hug and peck on the cheek before following the snarky investigator.

After they both had entered the room, Kidd shut and leaned against the door, drawing a pen from his pant pocket and clicking it.

"How close were you and the victim?"

"The victim has a name, you know," Maka snapped, angrily stalking over to the bed only to anticlimactically plop down and bounce a bit.

"My apologies. How close were you and Chrona?"

"We knew everything about each other," she spoke, saddened. "We were best friends. We'd visit each other all the time, we'd go out to see movies…Soul never liked that."

'Hold it,' Kidd wanted to say. 'I'm not a therapist.'

"'You act more couple-like with Chrona than you do with me!'" she mimicked, before chuckling softly to herself. "Chrona and I were very close. Inseparable," she finished, looking up from her lap to see if her answer had satisfied the man scribbling in a notebook.

It appeared she had. He smirked as he finished his note, clicking his pen eight times.

"One more thing. Do you suspect anyone out there," he twirled his pen in his hand and tapped the wall with the nib, "of murdering your cousin?"

She audibly gasped, and her hands balled into fists as she rose to her feet and marched over to the door.

Jabbing her finger in Kidd's face, she scolded him: "That is my family standing out there right now! How could any of them possibly have killed Chrona?!"

"You'd be surprised if you took a step into the real world, then. Parents murdering their children, employees killing their bosses—" His eyes flicked downward to meet hers. "—lovers slaughtering each other over something as silly as drinking from the milk carton."

Maka glared at him for a good two minutes.

"You're a horrible person," she finally spat, shoving him aside and exiting the room, being extra careful to slam the door on her way out.

Death the Kidd's right eyebrow rose as he carefully added another word onto his notepad.

Feisty.