"Can't you two move any faster? Who knows how long Kid's been waiting for my help?" Black Star spoke in his typical manner, arms behind his head as he lead the way toward the luxurious house of Death the Kid. Soul followed close behind, hands in his pockets, while their partners took up the rear. Maka Albarn and Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, likely discussing what could have happened to their friend and his sisterly weapons. Of course, Black Star had no time for such rational thinking. How could he be the hero, by simply strolling to his destination? Soul, however, wasn't concerned in the slightest. Kid was tough, and his weapons could be tougher, when put in the right situation. They could handle anything. At least, that's what Soul thought, until they arrived at their destination.
"Tsubaki... Chain Scythe mode" Black Star spoke, and upon seeing what lay before them, Tsubaki was more than willing to follow the direction. Soul, without command, would do the same. The large, palace-like doors to Kid's home had been knocked down. Beyond that, lay the main hall. Damaged and toppled furniture, with a multitude of bullet holes within the walls. An asymmetrical travesty that Kid would never allow. The meisters moved cautiously with their weapons, throughout the house. Clearly, they'd missed quite the event. "It looks like Kid, or at least Liz or Patty, had some kind of struggle here. A witch or Kishin, if I had to guess. We'll have to be quite, just in case-"
"HEY KID! All your friends are worried, and you shouldn't keep a star waiting! Get out here!" Black Star announced their arrival loudly, as though Maka he'd never even heard Maka's observations. His boisterous demands, however, were met only with a soft, pained groan.
The Meisters, weapons in hand, burst through the closed door to find Kid slouched over. The room in worse condition than the hall. Maka runs over, with worry spread across her kind features. "Kid! Kid, what happened? Can you hear me?" He appeared to be unconscious, according to the light snoring that filled the air. It was Soul, however, that noticed that the snoring wasn't coming from the fallen meister. Rather, it seemed to originate from the kitchen.
"Maka" Soul spoke, calling her attention. She turned, of course, but it would be Black Star who would forcefully investigate. Against Tsubaki's advice, he rushed in head-first, toward the possible intruder and his undeniable victory. "Alright scumbag, what'd you do my friend?! Talk now, and it might just go easy on ya!" He yelled with a grin, only to lower his weapons.
"Heeey... That's not very nice..." A girl responded from her chair and light snooze. A stitched hat lay over her disheveled blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. A red, sleeveless sweater covered her torso, save for her stomach, while beneath that, was a pair of puffed shorts. The goofier of Kid's weapons, Patty instantly stood at attention, with a big smile on her face.
"Oh, hi Black Star! And Tsubaki, too! You come for a visit? 'Cause this place is pretty messy..." Seeming to abruptly remember something, the weapon strolled right passed Black Star, into the room where her Meister lay.
"Oh, Patty. Glad to see you're alright. What happened to Kid? And where's Liz?" Maka asked, seeming to calm down at the sight of her jovial friend. Patty, however, just kept walking. Grabbing a flower vase, taking care to remove the camellia blossoms inside, before splashing the remaining water on her meister. "Kid, time to get up! We've got guests!" She exclaimed, then burst into giggles as Kid's head lay even further backwards in Maka's arms. Evident to Maka, though maybe not someone like Black Star, were Patty's cheeks. Puffed slightly red, as though she'd been upset recently. If that were the case, the jovial weapon definitely didn't express it.
Maka turns, as she hears more pained groans, that quickly formed mumbles. "It was all perfect, oh so perfect. Every wall, every tile, every room. Perfect in cleanliness, perfect in beauty, perfect in symmetry..." Kid suddenly burst upward from Maka's arms, with a loud voice and an accusing finger directed at his giggling partner "UNTIL YOU RUINED, PATTY! YOU AND YOUR SISTER!" Kid would then resume sulking in the corner of the room. His outburst met with Patty's laughter, and the underwhelmed expressions of his fellow classmates.
/ So, despite any build-up, this isn't really meant to be a serious story (though we'll see where things go). Was pleasantly surprised with all the support of the first chapter, and I'm definitely willing to continue! Constructive criticism is also greatly appreciated. Stay awesome! - AnotherAnt