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-Sinistrocity
IF SOUL EATER BELONGED TO ME I WOULD KISS MYSELF. But It doesn't.
*throws Soul Eater at Atsushi Okubo* TAKE IT, IT'S YOURS.
Soul Eater belongs to = Atsushi Okubo
Chapter 4 – The start of a celebration, discoveries, and boxers.
"Uh…" Black*Star groaned. His head hurt from the blows that Soul had landed on his skull. Several minutes after he had thrown himself in front of Tsubaki, she quietly told him that he was dreaming. A very realistic dream. A very, might-be-true dream.
"I don't believe you." he scoffed at the mere thought of dreams coming true. That simply couldn't be done- and if it actually could be done, who would be strong enough to do that?
Well, after he had blurted out the words Soul had hit him squarely atop the head (Soul was really starting to act like his meister nowadays), causing a lump to form, and himself to go unconscious.
Now here he was, under the abnormally clean blankets and on the perfectly square mattress.
I have great memory. He praised himself.
Black*Star sighed, looking this way and that. His head was attached to some sort of headpiece – probably Stein's experimental equipment again. The nurse's office was so quiet and the silence bothered him; he was so used to loud noises. He also wasn't comfortable with staying in here while Tsubaki went to class instead.
I mean, she's my weapon; I can't let her get hurt by some sort of woman-male! The mere mention of the muscled lady in his dream made him feel sick inside. He really thought she was nice. She had accepted his signature and then made another replica to keep. She had given him delicious sandwiches that smelled really good (but he never really got to take a bite). And then the minute Tsubaki came in; she started going all crazy on them!
What's her problem? Black*Star thought irritatingly. Especially that cannon. He's even more annoying. I'm going to do 50 laps around the school to prove to him that I'm way stronger than he is.
He paused. He? That cannon is a he? How did I know?
"Huh. It was probably my awesome brain." he whispered to himself.
"Muffluh…" Someone murmured next to him. He turned to his right and almost jumped out of the bed in shock.
There, in Shinigami-themed boxers was Death the Kid. He was snoring softly, lying almost perfectly still. His hands were stiff and next to his legs. His nose was perfectly aligned with the symmetrical lamp above him. Black*Star rolled his eyes.
"As always." he snorted.
Hm… I'm not sure but does that mean… He slowly turned to his left.
"Ooh, it's Maka in her baby pajamas." he sniggered. Maka's legs were splayed out and she was clutching a sort of teddy protectively. She was also snoring quietly. Black*Star had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. In Maka's hands was actually a small plush toy of Spirit-sama.
So she really does care for her pervert father after all. He thought.
"I wonder," he mused. "I wonder if they would mind if gave them an early wake up call."
"Nah, they'll be fine." he dismissed all negative thoughts, then clearing his throat twice and straightening his shirt he yelled in his loudest voice possible.
"GOOD MORNING STUDENTS!"
"AHHH!" Maka screamed and awoke with a start, her body trembling. "WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"AHAHA!" Black*Star bellowed once more. "IS THE OXYGEN IN YOUR OXYGEN TANK ADEQUTE TODAY?" Maka cringed and put her hands over her ears, hoping to shield them from the tremendous racket her friend was making.
"Maka… Chop." she said weakly. A book magically appeared above her head and she took it, slamming it against Black*Star's forehead.
"You missed." he cackled as blood ran down his forehead.
"Whacking you across the forehead is good enough for me." she scowled. "I was having a very nice dream until-"
"I WOKE YOU UP?" Black*Star laughed. Maka once again cringed and turned away from him. "Would you stop being so loud!?"
Black*Star raised a fist in triumph. "I have successfully woken up Maka and annoyed her. Now let's see if Kid is awake too." Both students turned to look at the still Shinigami. His snoring was as loud as ever, but he hadn't even moved a finger. Still breathing shallowly. Probably still sleeping as well.
"Aw… " Black*Star frowned. He still isn't awake yet."
"Then don't wake him." Maka said crossly. "If he wants to sleep, then let him have his sleep."
But I'm so bored!" Black*Star groaned. "I want to fight. Beat up someone. Win a match."
"Have you ever thought about the chances of losing one?" Maka muttered.
"Nope!" Black*Star said smugly. "Because I'm way to powerful to be beaten by anyone else."
"You had a match with Kid, and you tied with him." Maka pointed out.
"That was because the professor interrupted." Black*Star scoffed. "I would have won that one too if it weren't for him."
"Grhumfpull…" Kid mumbled in his sleep. Maka raised an eyebrow. "Is he trying to talk?" Her eyes wandered around and over Kid's body, looking at the perfectly symmetrical position that he was in. Suddenly she went stiff and turned around, her back facing both Black*Star and the Shinigami. "Why doesn't he have any pajamas on!? Where are his clothes!?" she squeaked.
"Those are boxers." Black*Star smirked. "They're like a replacement for girly pajamas like yours."
"Girl pajamas, huh?" Maka responded equally as cocky. "Then why do you have 'girly' pajamas on as well? Where are your boxers?"
"Uh…" Black*Star stammered. "I don't need boxers to look cool."
"So anyway," she said, trying to change the subject. "Did you happen to, oh I don't know, dream about something?"
"I don't dream." Black*Star shook his head, secretly crossing his fingers under the blanket covers. "Ninjas from the Star-Clan never dream. They only meditate in darkness." he crossed his legs and lifted his hands in a yoga position, with the thumbs touching the middle fingers. He closed his eyes and hummed loudly, attempting to aggravate the meister across from him even more.
"Whatever." Maka rolled her eyes. "Talking to you is almost always a waste of time anyway."
"Afshuu…" Kid sighed behind the two. Black*Star and Maka turned to glare at him – then again it wasn't really his fault for snoring.
"I'm going to wake him up." Black*Star whispered evilly.
"Quiet-Maka-Chop!" Maka whispered, and Black*Star was thrown across the room, bruises and bumps forming across his head. "I'll do it. You'll only succeed in making him beat you up."
"But he would have to be awake to do that." Black*Star said hopefully. Maka ignored him, walked over to where Kid was sleeping, and switched on the lamplight.
"Kid?" she said softly. "Wake up. It's time for school."
Kid didn't move, but his chest rose slightly, signifying that he was still very much alive. Maka quickly dropped her polite demeanor, replacing it with a rather disgruntled one.
"Kid." Maka said crossly. "Out of bed. You're like, about 30 minutes late." At the mention of that, Maka suddenly had an idea. She glanced at the clock next to him. It was exactly 7:58.
"Oh… That's why," she murmured. "You and your silly symmetrical ways are over." she took a hold of the alarm clock, setting the alarm to 7:59.
It didn't take long until the alarm clock started to ring and vibrate. Black*Star and Maka giggled silently for a moment, until they noticed that Kid still wasn't awake.
"What?" Maka stared at the unmoving figure disbelievingly. "But the alarm rang!"
"So does that mean he has an alarm clock in his head?" Black*Star whispered to her.
At that particular moment, the door burst open, to reveal Tsubaki, Soul, Liz, Patty and Nygus. Said nurse ran straight to Kid's bed, pushing along a small cart full of bandages and pharmacy items. Tsubaki rushed to Black*Star's side, and Soul to Maka. Patty made a running jump and landed onto Kid's bed, avoiding his legs and hands.
"8:00!" Patty screeched into his ear. "It's 8! Wake up, wake up!" Kid didn't move an inch. Liz leaned over and stared Kid in the face. She poked him and pulled at his cheeks but he wouldn't budge. She even flicked his eyelashes and his eye. He still didn't move. This didn't faze the Thompson sisters at all though, and they waited patiently for him to 'come back to life'.
"Let me through." Nygus said crossly. "He needs some water when he wakes up." and she placed a glass of the clear stuff on the cabinet next to him. He raised his head at the mention of water, and opened his eyes just as Nygus set the glass down.
"Wha- Why is he waking up now?" Maka spluttered. She looked down at the clock in her hand. It was exactly 8:00.
"Oh, that explains it." Black*Star said cheerfully.
"Where am I?" Kid blinked. The monitor next to him started to beep, signifying that he was now wide-awake and alert. His dull golden pupils rolled this way and that, trying to make sense of everything.
"Kid!" Liz snapped her fingers. "Look over here."
"Where…" he murmured. After a minute of staring blearily at the wall, he bounded out of bed, unaware of the weapon in front of him. "The nurse's room!" he shrieked in her ear.
"OW!" Liz yelped. "I was right in front of you and you still managed to bump into me?" He scratched his head in confusion. "Sorry about that Elizabeth. But where am I?"
"You just said it yourself – the nurse's room."
"Kid-kun, Kid-kun!" Patty crawled up the bed-sheets and sat next to Kid. "You've been asleep for the last three days!"
His reaction was terrifying. He leapt out of bed, hair shooting up in fright and arms shaking.
"WHAT!?" he screamed. "How are the paintings? Are they perfectly symmetrical, have you checked on them, what about the flower pots and the statuettes of Lord Death are they-" Patty clamped a hand on his mouth and he shut up. Soul rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, tapping a foot impatiently. "Elizabeth, just get him to spill the beans, will you?" Liz nodded.
"What did you see?" she asked Kid. "Patty, let go of his lips will you?"
"Yes sis!" Patty squealed and took her hand of his mouth. He coughed and spluttered, half embarrassed by the fact that he was half naked and in front of all his teammates. It took a minute to compose himself, slowly covering his body with the comfortable white blankets and pillows he had at his service. Finally, after a minute or two of shifting and moving bed-sheets and his mattress, he spoke.
"She knew about Crona." he croaked. The rest of the group stared in shock as he cleared his throat to say the statement a little more clearly. "She knew how to save her."
The whole group stared in silence, some with looks of shock on their faces, others with solemn façades and grimaces.
"Am I supposed to be part of this?" Nygus asked quietly. "Should I let you guys chat for a bit?" they nodded in assent and watched silently as the nurse left. As soon as the door was closed, Black*Star started to chuckle. Soul and Maka exchanged confused looks.
"I don't believe you." Black*Star laughed. "Who is this woman anyway?"
"She's a witch." Maka said coldly. "She's a rogue witch."
"Are you guys even talking about the same thing?" Liz said nervously.
"I'm sure." Maka said defiantly. "We all had the same sort of dream and I know it."
"How do you know?" Soul asked suspiciously.
"I can feel it, in here." Maka tapped her skull.
"Black*Star. Kid." she addressed both, and they turned their heads in unison. "Did you dream of floating or being in a space of grey or dark matter?"
Kid nodded. "I dreamt of floating in black space. It felt just like the time when I was in the book of Eibon."
"I felt that too. What about you, Black*Star?"
"I don't have dreams." he said simply. "And even if I did, I wouldn't-" Maka slapped him in the face.
"I know you had a dream Black*Star." Maka hissed. "So spit it out."
"Okay, okay." Black*Star said nervously, rubbing his cheek. "I was in a grey box. That's it."
"Is that all we're going to get from you?" Maka demanded. "What else was there?"
"Chill Maka." Soul took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Guys don't like telling people about dreams."
"I guess he's right, Maka." Tsubaki said. "Maybe the dream was a little embarrassing?"
"Well I don't see our new Shinigami having a problem with being embarrassing." she pointed at Kid – no, where Kid was supposed to be.
"What?" Maka looked wildly about the room. One of the only people that were still on her side was nowhere in sight.
"Where did Kid go?" the blonde meister scratched her head. "And just when I needed him to be there."
"Uh… Yoo-hoo." A cry from above turned all heads, and there he was, dangling above the group on the lamp.
"First of all, I never really said I didn't have a problem with being embarrassed. Secondly, the only symmetrical thing in this disgusting (but clean) room is this lovely little light, so I'll be staying up here if you don't mind."
Maka groaned. Lately, Kid's OCD and obsession of OCD had begun to get bigger. Since he was technically in charge of the school now, he ordered everyone to make almost everything in DWMA to be symmetrical. Chairs and desks had to be arranged to keep him satisfied, and the guillotine hall's asymmetrical blades were replaced with blades of equal sides and widths. It was a bit of a mess. A very orderly mess, but a mess nonetheless.
"Get down there Kid." Maka growled. The rest of the group cowered in fright, waiting Kid to stubbornly refuse and for her to unleash her newly upgraded quadruple Maka chop on him. Instead, he wailed and jumped down, landing back on his bed and then holding on to the nearest person. Which was Black*Star.
"Dude, you've got to be kidding me!" Black*Star grumbled. "I'm not carrying you again you little-" Kid whimpered.
"The tiles on the floor are asymmetrical." he whispered in Black*Star's ear. "Another thing that needs to be fixed."
"There is no way I'm letting you-" Black*Star fumed.
"Whatever, as long as he's close to the ground that's fine with me." Maka cut him off. "Kid, hang on to him as tight as you can until he spits out what his dream was all about." said Shinigami nodded frantically.
"Anything to stay off this uneven tiled floor." he whispered.
"Why is this so important?" Black*Star demanded. "My dreams are my business!"
"Just spit them out!" Maka said sharply.
"Go ask Tsubaki then."
"M- Me?" Tsubaki stuttered. "I- I don't know."
"You were there Tsubaki." Black*Star said. "You purposely got yourself in trouble, so you better thank your high and mighty god for saving you!"
"Hai… Thank you Black*Star, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you serious?"
"Hai." Tsubaki nodded. "So why don't you tell Maka and Soul? They won't laugh at you." Black*Star glared at Tsubaki for even thinking about that. But soon his glare faded into a frown.
"Okay." he grumbled, looking at the rest of the group.
"Good." Maka stared back. "Kid, you can let go of him now."
"I can't." Kid whined. "The floor."
"I'll do it." Elizabeth sighed. She grabbed Kid by the shoulders and pulled him into her arms. He didn't object, and wrapped his legs around her torso. Only then did she realize that she was holding her half-naked meister in a very awkward position.
"My god!" Liz shouted and almost let go of him. "Put some clothes on!"
"At least I'm not on the floor." he whispered to himself.
The group looked at Black*Star, waiting for him to spill the beans.
"Well?" Liz raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to hold Kid for so long, so spit it out!"
"Fine."
And then slowly but surely, he explained every little detail that he saw in his dream. The 'muscled woman-male', how she had taken his autograph and ate lunch with him, how he thought she was he nicest lady in the world until Tsubaki intervened.
"And then," he said excitedly. "A canon suddenly emerged from somewhere and it was about to shoot at us."
"WOAH!" Patty exclaimed. "That's amazing!" they high-fived each other.
"Sounds like something from a fairy tale, if you ask me." Soul said.
"It's better than nothing." Tsubaki smiled, patting Black*Star on the back. "At least he told you, right?"
"Dang right I did." Black*Star shot a look at Maka.
You better not laugh at me.
And just to aggregate him, Maka stuck her tongue out and started to giggle.
"YOU LITTLE-" Black*Star started. Tsubaki took a hold of both his arms and tried her best to keep Black*Star where he was.
"Let me go, Tsubaki!"
"It's not very funny actually, so why is Maka laughing?" Tsubaki wondered. "Maybe it was because you upset her? Why don't you both say sorry?"
Tsubaki's earnest manner stopped the two from any further insults to take place.
"Okay, I'll stop." Maka's laughter seized, and so did Black*Star's struggling. "You've told me about your dream, so it's time I tell you mine."
She began to tell her story, where she was in the darkness ["It was a little like being inside the Kishin once again."] and where she met the witch. How she could hear Soul's voice far, far away and the hallucination before entering the dark realm. She recalled the moments where Soul was practically shouting for her, and when she saw Crona emerge from the dark, trying to reach for her, and then waking up for a short time, only to fall back asleep once more.
"How did you know the mysterious woman was a witch?" Soul asked her.
"When Crona appeared behind me, I started to sense something big. At first I didn't bother checking, I mean for goodness sake, Crona was there in front of me! And then the split second before I woke up there was this feeling of being over powered, being sucked into an abyss, and the soul wavelength I could feel from the woman was gigantic." Maka said. "She was definitely a witch – her soul protection probably slipped just before I woke up."
There was silence.
"That actually sounds less like a fairy tale." Soul said. "Hey!" Black*Star snapped, "I told you the truth, alright?" Soul held his hands up in defense. "Just saying..."
"Now." Maka said to them all. "We listen to what Death the Kid has to say about his dream."
Kid, who was still clinging on to Liz's loose shirt sighed in defeat, then asked if Liz could place him on his bed. She did so, and he began to tell them about his dream.
"I was in a black space…" the words slipped out of his mouth faster than he thought they would. Soon, his mouth was moving way to fast, and Maka almost lost track of what he was saying. Black*Star didn't even bother.
"And soshetoldmeaboutCronaandsaving her." he finished.
"WhatdidyousayKid?" Black*Star teased. "Ican'thearaword!"
"I don't like telling people about my private business." Kid mumbled. "It's my dream after all."
"Whatever." Maka dismissed his statement. "At least I heard it all." The group stared at her in awe as she whipped out her notebook and a ballpoint pen. She started to scribble down notes, and in a few minutes time she wiped the sweat of her brow and threw down her pen.
"There." she announced. "I've written down everything so now we can stick all the information together, okay?"
"Okay." Soul said simply. "Great chat, great discussion. It's time for lunch, so do any of you guys want to hang out with Maka and I?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to join you." Kid said sadly, picking at his boxers (Yes, he still hadn't changed). "I'm planning another celebration with Liz and Patty. Their help is greatly appreciated. And compulsory." Liz and Patty opened their mouths to object, but realized that Kid would win the fight anyway (Or else he would throw a fit).
"Yeah." Patty nodded. "We gotta go. Let's head home sis!"
The trio waved goodbye and they exited the infirmary, Liz carrying Kid on the way out. Now there were only four.
"So… Can you guys come over?" Maka asked Tsubaki.
"I guess we can." Tsubaki smiled. "Would that be okay, Black*Star?"
Black*Star shrugged. "I don't see why not."
As the four headed to Maka's place, all of a sudden Soul let out a burst of laughter. The girls exchanged confused glances as Soul whispered in Black*Star's ear. Then he started to laugh. The boy's clutched their stomachs, ignoring the two girls' confused looks.
"Look Soul." Maka said, clearly irritated. "You better tell me what's so funny or else I'll-"
"Kid." Soul gasped for air.
'What about him?" Tsubaki asked quizzically. "Did he forget something?"
"Naked." Black*Star wheezed.
"He's got nothing but his underpants on…"
On the way to the Death Mansion.
Death the Kid strolled casually down the street, amazed by how beautiful the symmetrical pathway looked. As he walked down the street with his twin demon weapons at his side, some passersby squinted at him strangely.
They're probably jealous of my fabulous symmetrical hair. He thought to himself.
"Today seems excellent, doesn't it?" he murmured to himself. He strode along, admiring the sun's beautifully shaped face and the clouds that were equally separated to create the perfect symmetrical scene that he had always dreamt of. The gentle breeze blew at his hair and – not at his shirt?
"Hm. I wonder." he frowned. "Girls! Is the wind blowing at your shirts today?"
"Obviously!" Patty cackled. "But not on yours!"
"And why would that be?" he motioned to his own shirt.
"Because-" Liz stifled a laugh. "Because you are in need of one."
He glanced down and almost jumped up in shock. He was almost completely stark naked, chest bare and skinny legs showing. He was definitely wearing shoes and socks, and pants too. But- where were the rest of his clothes?
"Liz?" he asked. "Where are my clothes?"
"Gone with the wind." Liz tittered. Patty laughed with her, and suddenly they were on their knees, hands on the ground and faces red from all the smiling they had done.
More passers-by looked at him strangely. He thought he saw a clique of girls staring at him, mouths agape. Was that saliva coming out of their mouths?
Is that why they're staring? He thought tentatively. He glanced down again. Yes, he was skinny. Yes, he was also strong which meant he did have a reasonable amount of muscles. And perhaps he looked handsome with those golden-honey colored eyes that shifted this way and that.
"Liz." He tapped her on the shoulder. She was still rolling around on the ground laughing. "LIZ." he said more strongly. "I need to ask you something." she stood up shakily, still laughing quietly.
"Yeah, what is it?" she said.
"Those girls." he gestured to them indirectly. "Why are they staring at me?"
"Yes, why are they staring at you?" she said sarcastically. "I wonder. Let's drag one of the group over here." she marched up to the clique and grabbed the hand of a redhead, dragging her back to Kid.
"Look here, pretty girl." she asked a little too sweetly. "Why were you staring at him and drooling?" the redhead blushed furiously, and tried to look away but Liz's grip only tightened, and she was forced to look Kid straight in the eyes.
"I'm sorry…" she mumbled. "I wasn't aware… It's just your… he doesn't have…" she gestured to her own clothing.
"See, Kid?" Liz turned to him. "That's why she's staring; you aren't wearing any clothes."
"I am." Kid frowned. "I'm wearing pants." he tugged at his boxers. Liz sighed exasperatedly, and her hostage turned away mumbling something about fashion designers.
"Kid." Liz sighed. "Oh dear."
"Um… I know this might be a little rude but…" the redhead's face started to match the color of her hair, slowly turning from a light red to deep crimson. "Are you into modeling?"
Cue awkward silence. Liz stared. Kid stared. The background noise of the street slowly faded away. Finally the young Shinigami decided to break the ice.
"I have never considered modeling." Kid said slowly. "And sadly, I never will." the redhead nodded.
"Well if you change your mind, even a little bit…" she shakily handed him a card, then wrenched herself free from Liz's grip. The pitter-patter of her feet brought the street back to life and Kid and Liz watched as she clumsily ran back to her group.
Kid glanced at the card.
"Whew." he whistled. "Professional photographer, Lindsey Garett."
"Interesting." Liz smirked and nudged him. "Maybe you really should go into modeling."
"As if." he snorted.
"Hey Shinigami boy!" a voice from afar called to them. The redhead's friends waved at him. "My friend wants your number!"
"I don't negotiate!" Kid cried back.
"No Kid, she means your mobile phone number." Liz hissed. "Just give it to her."
"You already have a girlfriend?" the girl shouted back to him. Kid looked at her, puzzled.
"I have many girl friends!" He shouted back. "We can definitely negotiate on that!" the response that happened next was quite unexpected (for him). The supposed 'leader' of the clique suddenly let out a gasp of horror, then stormed angrily up to him and slapped him across the face.
"Oh, now I get it," she snarled. "Is that why you like walking around naked in public?"
"Wait… I don't quite understand…" he said, still bewildered.
"So are these to-" she motioned to Liz and Patty. "Are these your girlfriends as well?"
Kid knew that if he answered the next question with a bad answer, he would not leave this street alive.
Liz grabbed the angry girl's hand before he could come up with an answer to her question. "Now look here, this kid has got mental problems."
"And so you treat him like a baby by supplying him with limitless amounts of pretty girls like you?"
"He means girl. Friends. Not girlfriends. Girls that are friends with him." Liz explained. "Look, he's a very smart kid - really cool and really nice at times, but you've got to understand that he's very emotional right now. He's just lost his father, got into a serious problem with his guy friends, and forgot to slip on a pair of pants before heading home." The leader of the clique narrowed her eyes and stared at Liz, who returned that hostile stare. Finally they both dropped their gaze, and the girl let out a sigh.
"He's the Shinigami's son, right?" Liz nodded.
"He's really got mental problems?"
"OCPD and all that other stuff." Liz said sadly, shaking her head in fake despondency.
"Okay." the girl breathed. The anger that she had a few minutes ago was now gone, replaced with a more bubbly and happy personality. "Then I guess I'll let it go. Just this once." she looked at Kid. "You should thank these two for saving your sweet buttocks."
"No need." he replied smoothly. "For I have saved theirs countless of times."
"Okay, I don't know what that means but whatever!" She looked to Liz. "And by the way, what's your name?"
"Elizabeth Thompson." Liz smiled. "My little sis back there is Patty."
"I'm Cora Devine." they two girls shook hands. "And I better get going."
"See you!" the leader of the clique returned to her group and once again they started to move.
"Elizabeth?"
"What now?"
"Thank you for saving me from that horde of asymmetrical women."
"No problem."
"Kid-Kun!" Patty impaled another sausage and swallowed it in one gulp. "What are you going to do for the party?"
After the somewhat confusing and embarrassing events during their walk back to the Death Mansion, Elizabeth had suggested they go to a shopping mall to find some clothes for Kid. Sadly it didn't work out too well and… That's another story.
"Well, I'm thinking of hosting a theme-based party." Kid announced to he girls. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, the only ones in the shopping mall that he thought looked good enough. "Guess what the theme is."
"Hm… I dunno." Liz shrugged. "Symmetry?"
"Almost there." he winked. "It's ball gown symmetry. Everyone man must wear a symmetrical tuxedo and every woman must find a symmetrical dress."
"No, Kid." Liz said in a stern voice. "No symmetry."
"Yes symmetry."
"No."
"YES!"
"Patty!"
"YOU BETTER NOT MESS WITH SIS YA HEAR ME OR I'LL RIP YOUR GUTS OUT."
"No symmetry it is!" Kid grinned. Droplets of sweat ran down his forehead. "Normal party it is!"
"I like steam-punk." Liz smirked.
"Steam-punk it is!"
"I was just kidding," she chuckled. "Ball gowns are fine with me." Kid sighed with relief. He wolfed down the remains of his lunch. "Then let's get to work!" With that, he got up and strode out the door to the DWMA. Liz stared at him for a minute or two before dashing out the door as well, yelling at him to wait for her.
All that was left now was Patty, who was still grabbing fistfuls of grain and sausages, emptying them into her mouth.
After she was satisfied, she reached into her pocket, about to grab the keys to her bedroom when she felt something else.
"Huh?" Patty pulled out the diary on black blood. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
Now her full attention was focused on this diary. She knew she wasn't supposed to read it without sis and Kid, but she felt like breaking the rules today.
"Hm… where were we?" she opened the leaflet, scanning the pages. They longer she scanned, the more writing there seemed to be. It was really strange.
"Maybe Medusa lady is writing the stuff down as we speak." she nodded to herself. "Yeah, that seems about right."
"Ah! We were there… right?" she squinted, peering at the tiny cursive letters.
And from there, temptation took over and she began to read the leaflet once more.
"Crona is alive… I've figured out a formula… eh?"
Patty's eyes widened and she pressed the pages against her face. There was something not quite right about this. Something funny was happening.
She had thought that the leaflet wouldn't even last a few pages, but it in fact did. The more pages she turned, the more pages there seemed to be. Suddenly ignoring the scrawled notes on the leaflet she began to flip pages furiously, until the leaflet turned into a thin looking novel. She flipped to the last page, turning the cover to see if any more magical pages would appear, but they didn't.
"That is sooo weird."
"And-" she glanced down at the last entry. "That is even weirder."
"PATTY!" She looked up and saw Liz a few feet ahead, standing in front of the open door. "You need to help too!"
"COMING!" she screamed back.
Without further ado she grabbed the leaflet, putting it into her jacket pocket, stuffed in a couple more sausages, and ran to where her sister was waiting for her.
Maka and Soul's apartment.
"That was some delicious noodle you cooked Tsubaki!" Maka smiled.
"Unlike you." Soul whispered under his breath.
"MAKA CHOP!"
After lunch was served, the four sat down at the couch and started to discuss.
"So." Maka said. "I never really got to ask this, but how did I pass out? I remember the dream but I don't remember anything before that, besides asking Stein a few questions."
"Now that you said it, I don't think I remembered anything either." Black*Star frowned. Soul and Tsubaki looked at each other nervously before one of them spoke up.
"I guess we should tell you." Tsubaki said to her.
"Maka," Soul said. "You basically finished talking to him, we left the laboratory together, and then after we passed the graveyard you suddenly leaned over and threw up."
Maka grimaced. "I threw up."
Tsubaki nodded. "You threw up."
"Hah! What about me? What did I do?" Black*Star asked. Soul and Tsubaki sighed in unison.
"You struck a pose," the albino said. "A god-like one, I suppose."
"And then?" Black*Star said eagerly.
"You threw up too."
"Aw man!" Black*Star groaned. "I can be so sick sometimes!"
"It doesn't matter." Tsubaki said. "You both vomited at the same time, and fainted."
"We..." Soul blanched. "We didn't catch you in time." Black*Star looked at him with his mouth agape.
"So does that mean…"
"We fell into our own…" Maka faltered. Soul and Tsubaki nodded.
"GROSS!" Black*Star grinned. "I've never done that before!" Maka kept on staring, and suddenly reach out and touched her face. It was clean apart from the grease on her mouth. She suddenly felt nauseous and excused herself to the bathroom.
"What happened next?" Black*Star asked.
"We sent you to the hospital nearest to us, which was the school one-"
"Just in time to see Elizabeth and Patty come in with Kid unconscious as well." Tsubaki added.
"That's so cool!" Black*Star yelled. "Synchronized retching!"
"It's not cool!" Maka shouted from the bathroom. She was leaning over the sink, her mouth open. She thought she felt bile rising up her throat but wasn't sure.
Oh I wish they didn't tell me about it I feel sick…
She washed her face again, scrubbing every inch of skin and rubbing behind her ears twice.
Ew Ew Ew!
"Hey." a low voice sounded behind her and she squeaked, whipping her head around and slapping the boy behind her with her long pigtails. Soul was leaning against the doorframe.
"I cleaned up the mess for you," he said. "So your face is going to be fine-"
"MAKA CHOP! You don't say that in front of a girl, you baka!" Maka said furiously, and then stepped over his body.
"I just wanted to help…" he said weakly.
The four of them spent a couple more hours doing 'nonsense things' (in Maka's opinion) such as watching a couple of TV shows, playing card games and having bets. Tsubaki and Maka watched as the boys raced each other around the compound, laughing and chatting.
Their time together was short lived, however, and soon it was time to go home.
"Well, we need to go." Tsubaki said to Maka. "Black*Star wants to train a little more before we grab dinner, and I promised him I would go cheer him on."
"Of course!" Maka smiled. "I guess we'll just have to see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yep." Tsubaki said. She hugged Maka, then went off with Black*Star. The door slammed shut and Maka stared at it in silence.
"Hey." Soul said. She ignored him, staring at the door.
"Hello?"
"We should have them over next time." she said to him. "Today was pretty fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." he agreed. "Even though we didn't really get anything done."
"Oh yeah." Maka frowned. "How are Kid and the Thompson sisters doing with that party?" Soul grinned. "It's a ball gown party at the DWMA as always. Wear pretty dresses tomorrow night, anyone who wants to come and aren't students or part of the DWMA need to buy tickets at the school reception."
"How did you know?" Maka watched him stunned, as he jumped onto the couch and switched on the TV. A funny crackling sound echoed around the room, and the TV screen glowed.
"This is your Shinigami speaking!"
"Is that Kid?" Maka said in a disbelieving voice. "It sounds like Lord Death!"
"Yep." Soul nodded. "Voice manipulation, or a computer program, most likely."
"That's impressive." Maka remarked. Soul rolled his eyes. "Anyone can do that."
"I will be holding a ball gown party at the Death Weapon Meister Academy! If you would like to attend, please buy your tickets now at the DWMA's reception desk! Thank you!" With that, the Shinigami mask faded to black and the television shows resumed.
"Well, now we know that there's a party going on tomorrow."
"I'll get the fire going." Maka went to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the smell of food wafted up and around the room.
"Good night, Soul." Maka called out from her bedroom. "Don't let the bedbugs bite!"
"You too." he called back.
As she lay there among the blankets and her toys, there was only one thing that came to her head. Crona is alive… Medusa is too. Why would she tell us that she was alive? Who is stalking me? That witch I saw in my dream… If she also appeared in Black*Star and Kid's dreams that means she's like Kim. A witch meister then. That cannon that Black*Star mentioned must be the weapon.
And Crona?
"Crona?" Maka whispered to the ceiling.
"Crona, are you there?"
The lady – whoops I meant gentleman Medusa arrives.
The dust seemed to circle around his legs as he walked, creating tiny whirlpools of grit among his shiny black boots. Navy blue arrows lined his light beige jacket, long black pants covered his muscled legs, and with his slicked back brown hair and golden-yellow eyes he seemed like the handsomest man in town. He had a spring in his step, whistling as he slowly walked up the steps to the school building. An aura of a god seemed to radiate around him, and as he talked to the receptionist the rest of the women around him seemed to glare at her with an air of jealousy surrounding them.
"I'd like to buy tickets for two." Medusa said politely. The old lady receptionist gave him a broad smile and handed him two laminated cards, with the Shinigami's skull imprinted on it.
"That'll be 80$ for each adult and 40$ for each student. Free of charge if your affiliated with the DWMA with the status of either; teacher, student, headmaster, or janitor." Medusa handed him 160$, and the receptionist gratefully accepted the money.
"Please return to the DWMA gates at 12 o clock midnight with your tickets. The guards-" she pointed to the orderly men standing in front of the school. "They will ask you for your tickets. If you do not have them, forget them, or anything like that they will ask you to leave and return with those tickets on you. Anyone who tries to sneak into the DWMA will be dealt with, so do not worry about any break-ins this twilight."
"I've got it." Medusa smiled. He tucked the tickets into his pockets and walked off, his jacket flowing behind him. The rest of the women in line sighed and watched him leave.
"What's a sophisticated young gentleman doing in this city?" the receptionist asked suspiciously. "I've never met him before but he seems so familiar."
"Oh well." she sighed. "I'm just happy that we've sold so many tickets." she looked down at all the money that she had compiled, all stuffed into three black plastic bags.
"Granny?" she turned around. Half of a Shinigami mask floated above her, and the child wearing it had a dreamy expression on his face. "How is it going?"
"Great!" the old lady replied, holding up a bag that was over-filled with money. "We're makin' a business!"
"That's excellent." the young Shinigami clasped his hands together, face glowing with pride. "I'm so glad that so many people want to participate."
Granny hesitated, unsure about whether or not she should inform him of the strange gentleman who had come here earlier.
Might as well just tell him, just incase. She thought.
"Young master?"
"Yes granny?" the Shinigami replied.
"A few minutes ago, I saw a very strange young gentleman walk in and ask for two tickets. He was very well dressed and perhaps came from a rich family, but I have never ever seen him before in my life. And I've lived her for a very long time."
"Oh." Kid frowned. "We don't normally have visitors here."
"You can check the hidden security mirrors incase you need to." Granny winked. Kid blinked. "I didn't even know we had them installed."
"Hey, reception lady!" a man waiting-in-line shouted. "We can't be here all day, so you better hurry up!" Granny shot him a dirty look before resuming the conversation with her 'young master'.
"Just for security purposes."
"Oh alright then, I'll go check. Don't worry it's probably a friend of ours!" Kid smiled and walked off. "The preparations are almost done, so make sure you close off the ticket booth at the right time!"
"You got it!" Granny gave him a thumbs-up and Kid went on his way.
"Two tickets huh." Kid murmured to himself. "One for an esteemed young gentleman, the other for… perhaps an esteemed young lady? His wife maybe?"
He went back to the Shinigami's office, past the (now) symmetrical blades and the graveyards. He looked around the room carefully, eyes searching every possible nook and cranny before walking up to his giant glass mirror and checking the security glass.
*bzzt* A young gentlemen arrives. *bzzt* dressed in a light beige jacket, arrows lining his coat. Black pants and boots.
"Arrows lining his jacket?" Kid narrowed his eyes, 'zooming in' on the man. "Why you're right, mirror."
Arrows lining his jacket? Where have I seen that before? The Shinigami thought. Two arrows on his shoulder blades, two on his hips, one on each arm. Suddenly it hit him. MEDUSA?!
The thought sent him stumbling backwards in shock. The name he long despised, the woman that had used her own daughter to murder countless of people, aiming to create a Kishin of madness. She snuck into Shibusen as an ordinary nurse, gaining the trust of countless of teachers and students, even the headmaster. When they found out, it was already too late for she had released the Kishin using her own creation – the black blood. Even after she was (almost) killed by the scythe user called Franken Stein, she managed to take over a young child's body and used Crona to infiltrate the DWMA and look into their secrets. When Arachne had died she absorbed her own sister and was able to get back an adult body. In the end it was her daughter who ended her life. Medusa was the cruelest, most intelligent and most ruthless woman to have ever walked the earth. It disgusted Kid to even think about it.
"No, no it can't be." he muttered to himself. "First of all, Medusa is a woman. Well, should be a woman. Second of all, I cannot just be suspicious simply because of a jacket with arrows on it."
"Still…" he trailed off, his thoughts running around wildly in his head. "I can't just…"
"Kid?" He turned to see the Thompson sisters leaning against a pillar of the guillotine hall.
"Whatcha doing?" Patty shouted. He motioned for them to come over.
"I'm watching the security mirrors. Granny noticed a peculiar young man and wanted me to check it out."
"We have security mirrors?" Liz raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, I never knew about that."
"Are there any security things in the shower-rooms then?" Patty asked excitedly. Liz looked at her in shock, then quickly composed herself, steering her little sister away from the mirror. "No Patty, there aren't any in the shower rooms. Just outside, okay?" Kid sighed, praying for their mental health. "Anyway," he continued. "I found this." he zoomed in on the suspicious gentleman, and the trio peered at him.
"Well he's definitely got taste." Liz remarked. "That jacket really suits him. And he looks pretty cute too." she flushed. "Nah, he looks hot."
Kid shot her a look. 'This-isn't-the-time-for-fashion-and-boys-!'
"Ahem." Kid cleared his throat. "I meant to look at his face."
"I'm looking at his face." Liz said dreamily.
"Look at his eyes, dammit!" Kid growled frustratingly. "Though looking at his jacket works too."
"Ooh look!" Patty shouted in delight, and pointed at the man's yellow eyes. "They look like cat eyes!"
"Or snake ones." Kid said grimly. The sisters gasped.
"Do you mean to say…" Liz trailed off, and took the mirror leaning forward to get a better look at the man. "My god, you're right! Those eyes, they look exactly like-"
"Medusa's!" Patty said happily. "We've found a culprit!"
"But wait." Liz said. "That can't possibly be Medusa."
"And why not?" Patty asked.
"Because Medusa is a woman, not a man. This guy is just unlucky, right?"
"You've got a point there, Liz." Kid agreed. "I was thinking about that as well." He frowned, scratching his head in puzzlement. "So we mustn't be so suspicious yet." The twin weapons nodded their heads in consent. Surely they should give this [perhaps] unlucky fellow another chance before deciding whether he was the actual snake witch or not. Medusa was definitely a very deceiving woman, she couldn't have been, well, this deceiving, right?
"However, if we give him another chance and he – for some unknown reason - is Medusa," Kid bit his lip and knitted his eyebrows. "Then we might not be as prepared."
"Don't think too much about it, Kid." Liz said. "You still have to prepare the party."
"That's that problem." Kid's frown deepened. "You see, she – he? – Has already bought tickets for two."
"Tickets for two?" Liz asked incredulously. "Is there by chance-"
"Another witch!" Patty hooted. "Another witch among us!"
"It's not funny Patty!" Liz scolded before turning to Kid. "Well, is there?" Kid paused, looking up to the ceiling before answering her question.
"No, I don't think so. And if she did manage to bring another witch it would have to be Eruka, which we can easily handle. I don't know any other witches that are either rogue or under her power… unless…" he trailed off.
"The witch you saw in your dream was probably fake, Kid!" Patty said cheerily. "What did she look like?"
"Symmetrical." Kid murmured. "With the prettiest brown eyes."
"Well then, that's settles it – just a dream. We've gotten close to defeating Medusa with Professor Stein and Spirit, and we can definitely do it again." Liz said reassuringly. He sighed in relief.
"I'm just so glad we still have them here with us. In fact, why don't we inform them about this guy?" Kid tapped the glass a few times, and suddenly the mirror revealed Spirit, who was in a bar with two women in very revealing clothes. The young Shinigami gulped and Liz unconsciously put a hand over his eyes, desperately trying to shield his eyes from the somewhat horrifying scene in the mirror ["He's too young Spirit!"]
"Spirit get your butt out of that bar now!" the older demon weapon demanded. He obliged, apologizing to his 'hot ladies and leaving the bar as well and carrying the small mirror with him.
"So, what's up?" he asked, and Liz took the hand away from Kid's face. His eyes were shut and his cheeks were slightly red. Then he opened them slowly, and saw that there were no half-naked women in sight. He carefully adjusted his Shinigami cloak and turned to stare blankly at the death scythe.
"About tonight's party… I want you and Stein to be on the lookout for an esteemed young gentleman with blond hair and arrows lining his jacket. He might not be wearing the jacket so look for a man with cat-like eyes."
"What for?" Spirit said. "This guy dangerous?"
"Just do as I say." Kid commanded.
"Not until you tell me what this is about." Spirit glared.
"Meet me at …" Kid checked his watch. "How about 6:30pm at my office? Then we'll discuss things with the rest of the Spartoi."
"The rest of the Spartoi?" Spirit said warily. "Why are they involved in this?"
"I've got a hunch." Kid said slowly. "That a witch or two might just have bought two of our tickets for the twilight ball."
"WHAT!?" Spirit shouted at them. "Are you crazy or something-"
"We don't know!" Liz cut him off. "We can't be sure if this guy is the real deal. But please, just trust Kid." The death scythe stared suspiciously at the young Shinigami for a moment, then sighed and turned away.
"I just wish I didn't get orders from a kid." Spirit muttered. "But whatever, you're the new Shinigami so I have no choice."
"Thank you." Kid said gratefully.
"You should be." Spirit grumbled. "Now excuse me, but I have to get back to the ladies." He was about to end the call with a wave of his hand when Kid stopped him.
"Spirit-san." he said. "Have you ever considered not going out with these er… club women and instead spent more time with your daughter?"
"Believe me, I've tried." Spirit sighed. "But I just can't get my precious girl to like me." and with that, the connection broke and the trio was left staring at their own reflections.
"Liz, Patty. Go inform the Spartoi to meet here at 6:30." the weapons nodded and set off at different directions, leaving Kid alone in his office staring glumly at the mirror.
"Oh father," he mumbled to himself.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
Hi! I'm sorry this story is going really slowly. There's something wrong with my brain; It always wants to make everything detailed and informative. I also might not be able to update for the next few weeks because I have my EOY Exams coming up and I really need to study for them!
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