This chapter took far to long for there to be absolutely nothing happening in it, however, here we sit my little ducklings. Hopefully shit will actuolly happen next chapter and Ill finally stop putting out stuff thats boring as posts. We will see!
The false sky of the death room hung above them, mockingly bright and tranquil amidst the intense silence. Kid stared at the expressionless mask of his father, struggling to grasp any scrap of emotion or intention from the blank white surface. The tension was begining to wear his patience thin and his fists clenched at his sides. "Father, please..." His voice strained and urgent. The towering figure cocked his head to the side and looked at his son. "You're sure you're right?" The white-striped miester nodded grimly, his eyes full of cold determination, masking his inner frustration and sadness. "Maka is your friend, and you know what may happen if what you say is true." Kid kept his face blank, his mouth drawn into a thin, tight line as he gave another grave nod. "I am aware." Silence hung again in the air for a moment, tension so thick that it felt as though anyone else who attempted to enter the room would bounce off. "I'll have to talk to Stein and Spyrit about this..." Kid gave a swift bow to his father and abruptly turned, walking briskly out of his chamber. The three striped boy wracked his brain, trying to settle the knot in his stomach. 'I'm a shinigami I'm just doing my duty. Reporting this was the best thing we could do, and plus, father is kind, I'm sure it will all work out. In fact, it might even be just was Maka needs to get help.'
The two pistol sisters sat lazily just outside, waiting for their miester to return from his "private meeting." Liz leaned up against one of the several red arches that adorned the entryway and whatched her sister draw invisible pictures on the spotless white floor with her finger. Her mind wondered aimlessly as she observed the seemingly meeningless strokes, almost lost in the veguely hypnotic motions until her mind finally cought onto something it found peculiar. 'Kid never really has private conversations with his dad. Even with most stuff that no one else is in on, they were always by his side. Why was this so special?' She continued to brood on it, even begining to teeter on the edge of anoyance at the anomily as her shared meister finally emerged.
His tight, strained features gave her pause, a subtle deviation from his usuol deadpan expression that would go unnoticed by most people, but was picked up emediately by the loyal pistol. It took the younger of the two a few more seconds to catch on but when she finally looked up from her finely crafted imaginary masterpiece, her reaction was instantaneous, and much different than her sidling's. An exited squeal and exuberant hug very nearly floored the young shinigami and he managed to rather easily force a tired smile for his assailant. "So how'd your little father son talk go?" The now towering Liz inquired, leaning down slightly to be eye level with weighted Kid. He averted his glaze for a split second, once again subtle but snapped up in an instant by the street-wise girl. "... it was fine... nothing you need to worry yourselves with." Liz raised an eyebrow critically but didn't get a chance to persue as her meister breezed past her, surprisingly easily considering he was still technacally carrying Patty like a baby coala. "Lets just get home, I need to check on my candles again." His voice flew back over his shoulder and with a worried sigh, Liz reluctantly followed, tucking her suspicions safely away until later.
Tsubaki eyed her meister nervously, gently rubbing her now cleanly wrapped hand, wary of his uncharacteristic silence as he stared intently at their floorboards. His wild eyes were distant, but not the crazy stupid kind she was used to, the kind where she could tell he was contemplating something, and as others joked, it was surprising that you couldn't see smoke coming out of his ears from the strain. Meekly, the uncomfortable weapon cleared her throat, breaking the dead silence and snapping her partner to attention. For a moment their gazes locked, and Blackstar almost looked lost, confusion and hurt swimming in his irises, but it was only a moment and his face was quickly split wide open by a confident smile. "Feelin' better?" He asked casuolly, the laid back tone almost grating on Tsubaki's ears in the midst of what she thought was such a stress-filled time. She blinked blankly for a second before cracking her own small smile and nodding. "Yeah..." The bluenett yawned, his mouth gapping like a snake as he stood up and streached. With a sigh, he dropped his arms back down to his sides and his eyes to his weapon, the vacant unhappyness that previously plagued them all but gone. "Well, im headin' to bed, see ya in the morning." He said with a shrug as he disapeared down the hallway to his room. When she was certain he was gone, Tsubaki slouched forward with an exhausted sigh, her eyebrows drawn up near the center of her forehead. "Black Star... what are you thinking...?"
The silence was broken by the sudden chorus of clinks and Maka almost jumped out of her skin as the ice cubes collided with her face. She took a deep breath and set the glass down in the little ring-shaped puddle she had cultivated on the counter, this had been at least her fifth glass of ice water now and she was still thirsty. "What the heck, did I run a freaking marathon while I was out?" She grumbled, taking a breather before her next refill. "Nah, just a few laps around the park." The familiar voice startled her from behind and she nearly jumped again before she turned around to face her partner. He was leaning against the doorframe with a tired, rather half-assed smirk hanging loosely from his features. Maka let out the breath she had unintentionally been holding, returning the look with a similarly drained smile. "Sorry... what else did I do?" She tried tentatively, hoping to now possibly get an answer. A hope that was quickly pushed aside as Soul shook his head in silence, walking across the room to put a firm, pale hand on her shoulder. "Some other time... its late and you should get to bed." Maka sighed, only being held back from arguing by her own exaustion. "Tomorow morning. Promise." The white haired scythe nodded, his smirk blooming into a grin to reveal his jagged teeth. "Fine, tomorow." Saticfied, the little blond turned back to the sink, replenished her ice-filled glass one more time, and walked briskly back to her bedroom. Soul listened to the closing of the door and chuckled, shaking his head. "She didn't even remember to brush her teeth." For Maka, that, was tired.