CHAPTER 2:
Remember when. . .
"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…" That's what Usagi woke up to, she heard the faint murmurs of the doctors outside the room talking to her father and sisters. She tugged on the IV placed in her left arm. Then noticed all the stuffed animals placed by her bed including Devon and Mr. Snifflmen. The door opened. "Usi, are you ok my little one?" asked her concerned father. "Don't try and move honey, it's alright." Her eyes were only faintly opened and her face was still in the process of regaining color from the surgery she had to go through. Chan remembered seeing his daughter in a pool of her own blood in the streets and his once loyal and loving wife fleeing the scene along with what he thought was a perfect friend. "D-daddy. . ." said Usagi in a faint voice. Chan snapped out of his memory. "Yes sweety?" Her eyes still weak but full of life made him wanna cry when she spoke. "W-Where's Kiddo?" Chan looking to his weak daughter, patted her head and tried not to let his anger show. "Honey, Kiddo left." "Hmmm… It's ok daddy…" Chan's face went from sympathy to shock. "What?" Her face was showing a struggled faint smile. "He promised, best friends keep promises to best friends… Wait, what are you doing up here Mr. Snifflemen?!" and some strength was regained as she pushed the chubby, beaten, pink elephant off her bed. Chan smile covered his thoughts. "Usagi, I don't wanna say it, but he isn't coming back, I'm so sorry." The door opened once again. "Mr. Takanashi," He and Usagi looked over to the doctor. "Her vitals seem fine, and she should make a smooth recovery and since it's late we'll monitor her tonight and she can go home in the morning." Chan sighed with relief. "Thank you doctor." Herma and Hikara entered when the doctor left. "There's our little trooper." said Herma. Hikara pushed her way to the bed between Chan and Usagi. "Just think, after you get a stab wound you can eat all the ice-cream you want!" Her face became all happy and childlike. "Hikara, that's when you get your tonsils out." Hikara crossed her arms. "Dream killer." "Well at least I'm not a slut…" Hikara gasped. "I AM NOT A SLUT!" "Excuse me…" squeaked Usagi. "What's a slut…?" "OK, TIME TO GO GIRLS, GOODNIGHT USAGI!" and Chan pushed his two oldest out the door. Usagi felt the top of her head and looked to the room around her. On a chair resting beside the bed laid her blood splattered jacket and other clothing. "Where's my lucky hat?" she wondered.
Kiddo was in an armored car next to his unconscious mother wrapped in layers of white sheets and he was clutching an orange and white baseball cap n his hands, staining it with his tears. Spirit looked back at them through the mirror of the cruiser. "Lord Death isn't gonna like this at all." and the cruiser approached the city limits.
That next day, the morning after the accident, Usagi was in her room throwing her belongings randomly in a large suitcase. She then proceeded to pull it down the stairs, out of the house and to the cities limits. The city of Marygould abruptly ended with a large seemly unending desert but before that there was a small forest and Usagi sat underneath the largest oak tree she could find and waited. Minutes turned to hours, and she still sat there, waiting. And she did this everyday, for the next 10 years. She got up one day, "That bitch!" she said to herself.
"Give me your money punk!" screams could be heard from an alley in Marygould. "B-But, But I…" A young boy was pinned up against a wall by a bully with an unnatural looking square nose. "Awww, the baby gonna wet his pants?" "Chester I gave you my money yesterday, that's all I had…" He smirked. "Then your gonna have to pay the price. He lifted his beefy fist ready to punch the boy. "Hey Chester!" He stopped cold. A horrified expression stained his face. He turned around slowly to see a figure blocked by the blinding sun's rays. "It's, it's you…" There stood a medium height girl in a white dress shirt, blue jeans, and seemly odd a black toboggan. She slung her book bag over her one shoulder clinching her free hand to a fist. She stepped into the alley, revealing her deep blue eyes and familiar looking emerald hair. "Look, I told you once and I'm gonna tell ya again ya jackass," she pinned Chester against a wall while the boy watched in horror. "This is my turf ya hear me, MY TURF! And do you know what I do to people who mess on my turf…" She raised her fist and faced it ready to punch. "No Stop! I-I won't it again, I promised…." "Pfff… heard that one before…" he coward like a puppy to a now 15 (week til 16th birthday) years old Usagi. She released him. "Now get out of my sight." and he ran. She faced the cowardly boy. "It's ok," she smiled. "Now you're-" "DEMON CHILD!" and he ran off in the opposite direction of Chester. She sighed. "Still no appreciation." and she walked to school. Usagi had been called demon child since the day after she was stabbed. Reason? Well, after sitting there for hours waiting for the friend that never came, she decided to play miester. Well miester had gotten more intense as she got older. Weapons went from sticks, to knives, to swords, to anything with a blade, and targets went from stuffed animals, to trees, to targets, to her father's invention crush dummies. She trained 365 days a year (it's Nevada, it doesn't snow…) and became a master of pretty much every type of blade, one of the townspeople saw her training and assumed she was going to be an assassin like her mother, they called her the demon child every since. She sat in her 11th grade class as usual in the back by the window, bored out of her freakin mind. Her first period had a clear view of the old playground and the window where she saw what she thought was her friend.
The teacher handed back the classes tests. Usagi looked at her's in shock. "A C!" the whole class, even the teacher, stopped and looked at her. "But I studied, this has gotta be a mistake." The teacher gave a horrified look, dropped all the tests where she was and ran to her desk and grabbed a red pen. She snatched Usagi's test, crossed out the C and wrote a big red A+ on it. "There you go, problem solved." coward the teacher. "But I don't deserve this." "Nonsense, you studied and that's all that counts," sweat dripped down her face as she talked through her teeth. "Right, class." They all nodded in approval as scared as she was. Usagi stood up. "Look people, I'm not gonna hurt you." She bumped a heavy textbook and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. "Oops." "SHE'S GOT A GUN!" "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" "SHE'S GONNA KILL US ALL!" and the class bolted, knocking the door off the hinges and leaving a massive hole in the wall. The bell rang for second period. Usagi picked up her bag and textbook and sighed. "Ehhh… Idiots." and walked through the crater.
"Ohhh…" "Patti, get out of there!" it could be from the attic of Gallows Manor that a now 16 year old Death the Kid was yelling at Patti for snooping around in his attic. "But there's so much cool stuff up hear!" Liz walked by seeing Kid yelling at Patti in the hall. "I didn't know we had an attic." "You weren't meant to." said Kid. "OH! Cool a box!" "PATTI PUT THAT BACK!" Patti slid down the ladder with the big box Kid said to not touch. She shook it. "QUIT IT PATTI!" She ran down the grand staircase into the living room followed by Kid, who was followed by Liz. She plopped down on the couch and stuck her feet on the coffee table. "Patti, feet off the table." said Kid. Patti scowled and opened the box knowing it would tick Kid off and for revenge for yelling at her (even if she was gonna do it anyways). They all looked inside. "It's books." said Liz. Patti took one out and blow off the dust. "P-Patti, put those dusty old things back." he blushed. Patti opened the book. "BABY KID! HAHAHA!" "OH! LET ME SEE!" The sisters looked through the book and giggled, until they got to a certain page. "Oh…?" "Hey Kid, who's this?" They pointed to a picture of a woman obviously holding baby Kid. "That's my mother." Kid took the book. "How come we never heard about her?" He sat in between the sisters on the couch. "Because I don't like talking about her, she died when I was young." "Ahhhh…" "What happened to her?" "What part of 'I don't like talking about it' don't you get?" Patti continued to dig through the box she had found until she spotted something that interested her. She stuck her whole head in the box. "Patti, what are you doing?" awkwardly asked Liz. Patti stuck her head out of the box and on her head was a baseball cap, it was white and orange. "TAKE THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!" yelled Kid pointing to the hat. "Ok." and Patti stuck it on the table. Kid picked it up and sighed. "That's not yours is it Kid?" said Liz. "No." He squeezed the old hat in his hands, just staring at it. "You ok?" "I'm fine, let's put this stuff back." Kid shut the scrapbook and a picture flew out from behind the cover landing face down. Liz picked it up. "Kid? Who's this little girl?" Kid took the picture, seeing she had the same hat on as he had. "U-Usagi…" he said under his breath. "Usagi?" Kid smiled a bit. "Yes, she my first and best friend but, I really only knew her one day before she-" he cut off there. Liz and Patti just stopped talking all together. Kid just stared off into the photo for a minute before speaking again. "L-Let's put this stuff back." He stuck the book and hat back into the box, and closed it.