Heyo! I'm have returned! I'm really excited for this one, so I'm writing as much as possible…as soon as possible. Here is chapter 2! Enjoy!
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Death the Kid pulls the curtain back from the window, gazing in the direction of Maka's house. "I don't know, Liz," he says, turning to face the oldest of his weapons. "I just got this weird feeling. I even lost track of time. I don't do that!"
Liz chuckles, looking up from her sitting position. "What did it feel like, Kid?"
"Well," he starts, "It was like…someone reached into my throat and closed it up. That makes no sense, huh? I was steady talking. More like a weird fluttering feeling. Like someone pressed down on my stomach. Not hard…just enough for one to feel it. What do you think it is? Could it be an illness?" Kid looks out of the mansion worriedly.
Liz sighs, smiling at the oblivious boy. "Kid, I think you have feelings for Maka." She watches as her meister's jaw drops considerably.
"Preposterous! Liz, I think YOU might be the one with an illness." He gives a shaky laugh at his attempt of a joke. "Aw, man." He slams his head into the window, feeling the cold glass soothe his burning face. "Maybe. I don't know." He lifts an eyebrow, watching an ambulance fly throughout the streets to the hospital. Saying a silent prayer for the person it holds, he turns back to his friend.
"I think you should confess."
Kid opens his mouth to reply, but the house phone rings. He sighs and shoos the girl away. "Go get it." Liz stands up and answers, ceasing the annoying ringing.
"Liz!" The voice from the other side of the phone shouts with urgency.
"Soul?" Liz feels her heart race. Whatever makes Soul nervous should give her a heart attack.
"Yeah. Is Kid there?"
"Yes. Yes. Here he is." Liz hands the phone to Kid.
Who is it? Kid mouths the words and grabs the metal.
Soul, his weapon mouths back. He presses the cold device onto his cheek.
"Soul! Is everything okay?" Nerves rack his chest.
"Kid. It's Maka."
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Death the Kid whips through the air, feeling as if time is mocking him.
"Kid! You left Patty!" Liz calls from the weapon positioned in his hand.
"Let her sleep," he replies, barely hearing the words.
"You won't be symmetrical!" Liz waits for him to freak out and drag her back home to grab her sister but he only scowls.
"Who gives a crap?"
Liz stares, mouth agape. This is not Kid in front of her. This is a stranger. She gives a small smile.
He's growing up.
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Kid busts through the doors of the hospital, eyes wild. A red haired Spirit stands with his hands gripping the edge of the desk. "What do you mean I can't go back there! She's my daughter!" A nurse holds her palms up.
"Sir, Lord Death gave us strict instructions not to let you back. They think you would overreact and…worsen her condition." Spirit crumples to the floor, a sobbing mess. Kid pushes past the man and leans over the wood.
"Where is Maka Albarn's room, please?"
"Room 180 on the fourth floor, Little Lord Death." The nurse bows her head and smiles. The black and white clad boy shoots her an irritated look.
"Please, do not call me that." Behind him, he hears a surprised gasp.
"He gets to go in and not me?" The slightly aggravated sounds of the nurse comforting Spirit fade behind Kid as he rushes to the stairwell. Flight by flight, Kid runs, an agonizing breathlessness residing in his chest. Once on the fourth floor, Kid slows. The bright white hospital light shines, causing him to squint. The hallway scene reminds him of the school infirmary, too quiet and serene to be appropriate. A door opens and a doctor emerges from Maka's room. He slips in behind him and freezes, taking in everything. Maka lays in a bed, hair still in its pigtails, though messed up quite a bit. Her eyes are closed, her mind lost in unconsciousness. Soul sits by the bed, worry clear in his eyes. Kid can almost swear by his father's name that he sees a tear trickle down his cheek. Black Star stands behind Soul, gripping his shoulder. His composure surprises Kid. No longer is it his usual self-centered, hyperactive personality. Now, he just looks depressed and tired. Kid's eyes travel to Tsubaki, standing in the corner with a mirror in her hands, talking to his father. A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, knocking him out of his trance. Liz stands beside him, a look close to pity in her eyes. Kid had not even noticed that she had changed back into human form.
"Kid," Soul says from across the room.
"What happened?" Kid crosses the floor, eyeing Maka closely. Now he can see the drops on smeared blood still on her face. "Is she…"
"She's not dead, if that's what you were asking." A flood of relief fills the young Shinigami. "When we were going to my motorcycle, a car came. She yanked me out of the way and got hit. That idiot just had to play hero. Doc says she's got a few broken bones. Not really anything that won't heal. Oh, and she's in a coma." Even though the words are said with chilling nonchalance, the impact hits Kid hard. "And they don't expe-expect her to wake up anytime soon." Soul's voice cracks as he looks up. A crazed laugh escapes his lips. "Maybe not at all." Fresh tears pool in his eyes. Kid sighs, knowing how hurt Soul must be. He can't imagine how hard Soul is being on himself. His partner, his other half just got hit by a car and he could have stopped it. Soul stands up, beginning to nervously pace the room. "Man, what if she really doesn't wake up? What if-,"
Black Star wraps his arms around the distraught boy. Soul stiffens and then melts into his friend's embrace. "She will be okay. She's strong." Soul can only nod. He grips Black Star's shoulders, finally letting the tears fall with no shame.
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Hey! Thank you guys so much for reading! You honestly don't know how much my "Anime Openings" playlist helped when writing this…just throwing that out there. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I will be posting again soon, I swear! -alleycat12
