Katsumi: Hey, all you peeps! Yeah, it's me, Kitkat! And yes, that's what you all can call me now. Guys, I'd like to really thank you for supporting me and my stories. It really makes my day. So, without any further ado, I give you Chapter 2 of Velvet Treasons!

Chapter 2: Misunderstandings.

Saffronite

School is easy. They taught more difficult stuff than this at REAP. But the only thing that I am worried about is Soul Resonance. Even though REAP taught Lolly, Riss and I many very essential things, it never taught us Soul Resonance. They think we are powerful enough. Which we are. But this supposedly makes us even stronger. So, here we are in the school yard, trying to Resonate. Lolly is holding Riss and I in our weapon form, twin Sai. Well, almost twin. Riss has the word "Sun" etched down her middle shaft (Swedish for sun), and a little sun etched below the last letter. I have the word "Månen" etched down my middle shaft (Swedish for moon) and a crescent moon engraved below my last letter. Our handles were wrapped in black ribbon. But the actual weapon part of us was silver. Weapon Silver, that is. Only a few are born with that type of strength. It is a coincidence that Riss and I are practically the same. We didn't know each other until attending REAP together. Well, that isn't true. We went to the same preschool together. But still. . . Then Lolly came along, and it was like something just clicked. And there. We were all partners.
We are concentrating hard on the Resonance. I feel ready. Riss and Lolly state they are ready. We all take a synchronized breath, and scream, "SOUL REASONANCE!" Blue engulfs Riss, and silver light swallows me. I feel a surge of power, as Riss and I elongate and come together, forming two raindrop blade swords. This surge of power. . . Is incredible! Then, it stops and Riss and I shrink back down to our normal Weapon forms. Riss and I transform back into our human form as Lolly's knees buckle and she drops to the floor. She coughs a little, her eyes wide open.

"T- too much," she splutters. Riss and I both grab one of her arms each. We haul her to her feet. She staggers back up to the school with us, getting better with each step, and going back to her original self. I sigh as I drop her arm and she runs with Riss to try and catch a butterfly. This is going to be a long day.

We take our seats in Professor Stein's class. Today, he starts talking about how to use Soul menace. I already know how to do it and prevent it, so I stare aimlessly off into space. It is not until half the class is done, that a boy and two girls come banging into the room. The boy is grumbling at the two girls like they did something truly horrible. Stein stops reading from the text and stares at the three teens.

"Hello, Kid. Liz. Patty," he greets, as if this is a normal thing. "Please take your seats." The boy still grumbles to himself as he storms up to where I am sitting. He stops abruptly when he sees me. His pale face looks at me like he is far more superior.

"May I ask why you are in my seat?" he states, miffed. I feel myself blush slightly. But I keep a straight face and shrug. "Is that your answer? Just shrugging? Get out of my seat!" I shake my head. Spoiled brat. Just get another seat! "Why don't you speak?! Are you ignoring me?" I point to an empty seat at the end of the row below me. "Are you Dumb or something?" My cheeks burn. Why did he just call me stupid? Haven't I responded? "So you are Dumb." My eyes well up with tears he doesn't even know me, and he's calling me names! I get up out of my seat and push past him, sprinting out of the classroom. I can't let the tears fall. No! That shows weakness, and I am not weak. . . But I still collapse in tears as I rush down the hallway. I turn a corner, and come upon a corridor with no doors. I put my back to the wall and slide down slowly. I sniff loudly and gulp for air. I know that I'm overreacting, but something about that boy. . .
I put my face into my knees to form a temporary barrier, and close my eyes. Why would he call me stupid if I just don't like to speak? I hear footsteps coming down the hall, closer to me. I also hear my name being called and shouted. The slower footsteps grow closer, but the shouting and running fades away. I bite my lip to suppress more tears. The footsteps stop. I sense someone crouching besides me. I wonder who it might be.

"I'm sorry," a male voice mutters. I turn my head slightly and open one bloodshot eye. The boy is sitting next to me. I stand up, angry. How dare he, saying he was sorry after he directly told me I was stupid! "I didn't know that that was a sensitive topic!" he calls, getting up.

A sensitive to-?!

"I know I would be sensitive toward it if I couldn't speak." Speak? He thought I couldn't sp- Oh. That meaning of Dumb. Gosh, now I feel so stupid. I smack my hand to my face and take a deep breath.

"I- I can speak," I whisper. The boy stops coming toward me. "But I just don't like to. I thought you said I was stupid. I'm just used to the fact that people know that I just don't like to speak. I feel so freaking stupid."

"N- no! I just didn't know. . . If I did, I wouldn't have said anything about you being. . ." My gosh, this is awkward. I turn to face him.

"And I usually don't talk to strangers," I say, tugging on both of my pigtails. The boy's face falls as he studies me. He tenses, and holds out his hand.

"My name is Death the kid. Who are you?" I take his hand and smile slightly.

"My name is Saffronite Marionette Shankerman. I suppose you are the son of Lord Death?"

"Yes. Are you the same Saffronite Shankerman from Meister and-?"

"Yes, I am. One of Sweden's sweethearts, as they call us." Death the kid puts on a slight smile. But he looks pained. I look at him curiously. "Is there something the matter?"

"Your hair. . ." he mutters.

"What about it?" I quietly snap.

"It's-!" Instead of telling me, he starts re- doing it. His breath is warm on my neck. I shiver.

"H- hey! What are you doing?" I yelp. He comes back in front of me, and sighs.

"Perfect. Your hair is perfect." Huh?

"What?"

"Your hair is now perfectly symmetrical," he states. Is he OCD or something? I know he has the three white lines on his head because he was born with them, every Shinigami does. But how could he not notice the cowlick sticking out on his right side, and none on the left? I make a lightning fast movement and try to smooth it down, but he gets there first, closing his hands around my small wrist. He gives me a glare.

"Let me fix it," I say in a small voice. He is confused.

"W- what? Is there something wrong? No! oh no, oh no!" he panics. I giggle as he just makes it worse. I raise my hand up to his cowlick and brush it down. It stays. I move to put my hand down at my side, but he grabs it. "What did you do?!"

"I got rid of a cowlick, that's all," I smile. His jaw drops to the floor.

"I- I had a cowlick?" he stammers. I nod, suppressing a smile. In a moment, he is on the floor, butt in the air, moaning about how he's "asymmetrical garbage". I don't know what to do, so I kneel beside him and rub his back. I start stammering about he is not garbage. He lifts his head up and says, "You don't think I'm asymmetrical garbage, really?" I smile and nod. He stands up, back to his normal self.

"Thank you. Now, I must be going. I have to get back to Tsubaki. . ." So he's dating a girl named Tsubaki? I sigh. And I had just started to think he was rather handsome.

Katsumi: Hey! So, how was it? Hopefully, you enjoyed! Next chapter's probably gonna be written in the perspective of Riss. So, cheers! Happy and Merry Christmas! Katsumi, out!