I wonder if I should check on Sylva. Kidd asks himself, walking down the hallway toward her room. She never did return to dinner…
He was almost certain that his dad's weirdness had scared her off. He decided that Death was the only reasonable explanation as to why Sylva would leave in-between a meal. Kidd knock on the door, and hears nothing in response. He knocks again, before quietly opening the door, hoping that her siblings don't hear the creak of her door. They would probably think he was peeping on their sister, and beat him up. He may be the son of the Grim Reaper, but he's no match for seven kids of the Eevee clan.
"Sylva?" Kidd call, taking a peek inside the room. There was no one here. A gust of wind blows in through the window, and he realizes what happened. She must have left…wonder where she went.
Kidd turns back around, deciding he would go look for her. He had taken quite a liking to her, and her symmetrical features. He runs down the hallway, his mind filled with Sylva. Her blue eyes that always looked so distant, her white hair, than translates into pink, ending in little blue wisps, past her shoulder blade. Sylva's little bow locket, matching her symmetrical outfit perfectly, his silver chain rattling as she walks.
Death the Kidd slows as he notices Hex. Wouldn't want to act to suspicious…
Kidd smiles politely at Hex, and in return, the older boy waves. Hex's grin falters, as Kidd walks past him, his eyes filling with worry.
"Sylva's missing?" Hex asks, stopping the boy in his tracks.
"How did you-Right, mind-reader…" Kidd sighs, no one in this family must have privacy with Hex around. "Yeah, she wasn't in her room. Probably just exploring the mansion?"
Hex shakes his head knowingly, a nervous smile in place.
"No, she not here. Sylva does this often…" He scratches his hair worriedly, "She goes on really long walks, all the time. She's usually back in an hour or so, just needing some time to cool her head."
Kidd nods knowingly. Out of all the siblings, Hex seemed the kindest. He had fairly symmetrical features, except for his extra gold earring on his left lobe. Hex seemed to be closer with Sylva than the other. Kidd like Hex, aware that he was a great older brother.
"She's probably napping on a park bench somewhere," Hex adds, as Kidd resumes walking.
"Hey, Kidd?" He calls, as the shorter boy turns to look at him. "Take care of her, alright? Death City can be a dangerous place…"
Kidd nods again, running out the door, and into Death City.
• •
I bring my fingers to my eyes, rubbing them. Thankfully, I hadn't shed a tear.
I look at all the happy children, playing on swings, swinging across the monkey bars. Why couldn't I be like them? Just a normal kid, who didn't have to worry about Kishin Eggs, talent, and disappointment.
I lean back down on the bench, wondering how long I had been here. My feet stick out the arm rest, my body too tall for the seat made for couples. My hair, hangs loose, no doubt picking up all sorts of dirt, the chipping paint on the bench indicating how old the piece of furniture. I know my scarf is dragging on the ground, as it hangs of my sides, but I'm too tired to care.
I hear footsteps approach, and I assume it's some poor kid's parent, here to drag him home, shutting my eyes.
"Hey, move your feet." Kidd demands, as he pants for breathe. I open my eyes to see a very exhausted teenager, clutching his stomach, his inhales sharp. "Move them, or I'll sit on them."
I roll my eyes, exhaling, while reluctantly pulling my knees up, giving him just enough room to sit.
He takes a seat, and I immediately place my feet over him. My feet our once again sticking out from the bench that was too small.
"Honestly, you couldn't have told someone where you were going to be?" He asks, and I groan.
"You going to lecture me?" I have learned to notice when someone's tone of voice is about to start lecturing. Leila and pretty much everyone else, have given me plenty of examples.
"What? No, that would be weird…"He begins slowly. "I was just worried. We are classmates after all..."
Maybe if I wasn't deep in thought, I would have noticed that Kidd was distracted, and his voice kept wandering.
"Yeah. Unfortunately, I'm headed straight to the special class, with you. I can't do anything, yet I have to attend those dumb classes." I could just hear the voices of the snobs in that class.
"She isn't talented."
"Why is she here? I bet the only reason she got in is because her mother knows Death!"
"Is she really from the Eevee family? What a disappointment."
"I bet she's adopted."
My anger flares lightly, as I snuggle into my scarf. Mother had made me loads of scarves over the years, all in the same color scheme as my hair, white, blue and pink. And why had I given her in return? A talentless shell, and empty hollow piece of garbage with the label 'Eevee'
"You know what? I bet I'm adopted!" I say out loud, anger slowly rising.
"Mm-hmm. I doubt that. You and your siblings…share distinct facial…features…" Kidd says. I can't see his face, but find his voice comforting. I look up at the sky, the last rays of light fading, and my eyes well with tears. I look like an Eevee, I sound like an Eevee, but I am not. I'm a fake, a phony.
"Sometimes, I think it would be better if I really was adopted." My lower lip trembles involuntarily. "If I was adopted, then there would be no disappointment. It would make sense, too, you know? Everyone would understand. 'Oh, she's the adopted kid, that's she's so unskillful. It make sense, no way could she possibly possess talent when she doesn't even have Eevee blood!'"
I take a deep breath, my tears threatening to flow.
"Yes, it really would be better if I was adopted. No one would tell me that I didn't belong, and everyone would understand why I'm different-" I gasp in realization. I had just told Death the Kidd, some annoying brat obsessed with symmetry, my deepest, darkest thoughts, opening myself up completely to him.
A dark blush forms on my face, as I sits upright. I expected Kidd to look at me in pity, or disgust, or anything, really. Instead, he was intently staring at my shoes.
"Kidd?" I call, wondering if Kidd had heard anything I said.
"Unbelievable…" He begins, and I shuts my eyes in embarrassment. God, he thought I was a selfish brat, ungrateful for all the love my family had showered on me.
"Even your shoes are perfectly symmetrical!"
• •
Sylva couldn't believe Kidd. She had opened herself to him, and he was more interested in her shoes!
She didn't whether to feel upset, or relieved that he wasn't listening. Maybe, if she had bothered to give him one last glance, before walking away, she would have seen a knowing look. She would have known that he'd heard every last word.
Sylva walks through the dimly lit streets, snuggling closer into her scarf as the cold night hair settles in. There were still a few minutes if sunlight left, but those moments were fleeting. She had stayed out longer than expected, and no doubt her siblings were worried. There were hardly at people around, as she walked slowly, making her way towards the school. The mansion was right next to the school, and it wasn't very far from where she was.
She inhales sharply, as she sees a man in a hood before her. He was short, and his face was well hidden under his coat, and what looked like black hair. Sylva paid no mind to him, intending to walk right past, when she is stopped by the shirt man.
"Sylva.." His voice calls out, and eerie ring to it. It was disturbingly calm. Sylva instinctively touches her bow necklace, the one she had got from her mother. How she longed for her mother's protective arms, in times of fee and peril, very much like now.
The man pulls out a knife, and Sylva takes a step back. What was he...
He wasn't a Kishin Egg, he was way to human, yet so much of him was hidden, almost like he was afraid of exposing himself. I take another silent step back, and the man smirks.
I'm untalented, useless, and fake. There was no way I could beat this man with a knife.
He takes a step closer to me, his knife glinting.
"Sylva," he begins with a smile. "Its time for you to die!"
