Ding-dong, dead-dong!
DWMA's lunch was officially over.
He took a sip from his white paper cup. Dark rings spread across his pale eyelids. He obviously lacked of enticing sleep. Papers were strewn all over his pristine black desk. His lanky legs dangled from the leather armrest. He unremarkably finished his cappuccino with one big gulp. His face showed dissatisfaction.
Sleep clung to him like a heavy fog and it bothered him too much. His eyelids would droop, forcing him to jolt from his chair, and trying to shake the feeling of being extremely drowsy. The process incessantly repeats. To busy himself, he carefully removed the Post-it from the wrinkled brown bag and slowly read it– for the message to full sink in.
If sleep were musical notes, I'd give you thousands of compositions.
The metaphor haunted him to no end. It made sleep much more enticing. He knew that he was overworking himself, but he couldn't just stop. After perusing the exact same sentence in his head for a couple of times now, he decided to leave his work for a while and go out of his confined office to get some fresh air. It was no harm.
Newly sprinkled grass crumpled under the soles of his black polished shoes. Stuffing his ivory hands inside his pants pocket, he trekked up the rocky path towards a grove of old sugar maple trees located a few feet away from DWMA. The lot was completely deserted. He reached the boundary made of perfectly cut bricks, easily jumped over it, and landed gracefully on the rest of the pathway without a speckle of dirt at sight.
He knew the way, like the back of his hand. Maple trees act as serenity's conduit, it almost wanted him to stay there forever. Almost. Birds occasionally chirped, the leaves often rustled, the afternoon breeze billowed in mellow whispers, and he was one with nature. He breathed out, releasing a sigh filled with pure content and relief. Ironically speaking, he was glad that he was out of that hellhole.
A tree caught his tired gaze, a tree over towering the others. Death the Kid knew that he reached his destination. Unlike any others, an apple tree stood high and mighty at the center of the quiet grove. He didn't know how it got there but one thing is for certain: it was one of the best spots in the world to get a nap from. Someone already thought of his idea and beat him to it.
A certain ashy blonde. Her face was not something to be easily forgotten. Her whole exterior radiated of limpid simplicity and an ironic exquisite beauty. Her face reeked of calmness as she enjoyed the light breezes that tickled her rosy cheeks with a gossamer caress. He accidentally snapped a twig with his right sole and the peace and silence suddenly shatter into nonexistent pieces. Her emerald orbs shot open.
Her face scrunched up in alarm and her body sat up in immediate defense. Being a meister was hard. It high wired you and kept you alert at all times, not possibly risking imminent danger. It made you think that every tiny disruption of peace was a threat. It broke Kid's heart into miniscule shards, and yet they all could not help it. They enjoy the rush of adrenaline as they kill kishins lurking in the shadows. They like the excitement and risk it brings. They just couldn't get enough of it, especially since they are teenagers. But they are just children who were forced into this cruel world filled with madness.
Her stance visibly softened when her gaze landed on him. "Little lord." She lightly teased. That brought a smile on Kid's face. He was relieved that Maka still remember him. He's been cooped up in his office for far too long. Maka tapped the patch of grass beside her, inviting him to join her company. He complied. He gracefully fell on his bum and grinned at his companion. Her face suddenly scrunched into a frown.
"You look tired." She cupped his cheek with her gloved hand, carefully thumbing the dark bags under his mesmerizing golden eyes. He just laughed. "Yeah. I couldn't get any sleep." Her frown deepened. She released his cheek from her heartwarming grasp and suddenly took off her black coat. She dusted it off first before folding it into a beautiful makeshift pillow. She put it on her lap. Kid turned confused.
Maka softly grabbed his shoulders and carefully brought him down, placing his head on the makeshift pillow. He tried to protest, but the comfort it brings inevitably made him sleepy. Add to that, Maka started to stroke his jet-black hair. Wind softly billowed and gave them a comforting hug.
"Maka, I swear, I don't need this. I'm fine." She placed her finger on his pale lips, completely shushing his incoming ramble. "Go to sleep." She whispered with such softness that it would make the clouds cower in embarrassment. He knew that there's no stopping when it comes to Maka, so he complied. He closed his eyes. He was slowly grasping the concept of sleep as Maka continue to stroke his hair in the most loving way. She started to hum and he knew that it was a dead end. He was finally going to get some sleep.
Peaceful environment, a comfortable place to sleep on, someone stroking his hair and humming, it was definitely noticeable characteristics of a harbinger of good sleep. Maka opened her mouth, letting the lyrics calmly flow from her tongue. It was a lullaby she vividly remembers. It was a lullaby that she clings to every night, casting away scary monsters and awful nightmares. It was a lullaby that was passed down by her missing mother. It was one of her special treasures and she is sharing it with Kid.
Sleep, for I'll be here.
Your forever lifeline.
Sleep, for I'll protect you.
Your knight in shining armor.
Sleep, for I'll be your sweet dream.
Your protector from nightmares.
Sleep, for I'll sing.
Your sweet lullaby.
She sang the first few lines. He started to fall asleep.
Dear readers, whether anonymous or not,
Full of descriptive paragraphs, mainly to evade dialogue. I like to make everyone feel the words woven to create this chapter. It might be incredibly boring for others, but I hope that for some, thinks that it's quite extraordinary. This chapter was to build a strong force for Kid's lugubrious state. I know that some of you think that Lord Death never did paperwork but he and Kid are quite different in personality. Lord Death can be jolly and extremely carefree while Kid likes to inhibit that with his seriousness and down to earth trait. Well, it's not true for all cases.
Anyway, I'm really sorry for the late update. School had resumed and we were given tons of homework. I deeply apologize for that, but I hope you liked this chapter. I created the quote and the lullaby by myself. For those who follows and favorites every time, I do hope you leave a review. I would really like to read your thoughts about the chapters I made. And this is longest, so far.
Question of the day: What T.V. shows do you watch?
I most certainly like Sherlock, How I Met Your Mother, and the Big Bang Theory at the moment. Sadly, I couldn't follow Supernatural and Doctor Who because of serious lack of time.
Sincerely, Star.