Hey everyone! I'm back! I'm going to cut this chapter's and the chapters to come's author's notes, so ya. Let me just get to the point.

As promised...the secret to Kimemo's name! It's rather obvious once you know. Ok...combination of two words...kid and memory. Take away the 'd' in 'kid'...you get 'ki'. Take away the 'ry' in 'memory', you get 'memo'. Combine them, you get 'Kimemo'. See? I used 'kid' because because the side affect made him a toddler...I could have used from these following: 'child', 'toddler', 'boy', or 'kid', so I used 'kid'. And of course, 'memory' because that's Kimemo's magic. Obvious once you know...near impossible to guess without hints.

One more thing to know, this chapter has some action...but it's mostly just a 'cool off' chapter. The recent chapters had a lot of action...so this is a 'cool off' chapter...like I said.

Ok..I'm cutting to the chase so...review answers!

SugarOnTheRug: Thank you, I appreciate the support! At least you chose to vote! Even if it was late...knowing that you would have been one of the few is enough for me. Even though you didn't guess...I'm glad you actually attempted to think...even if you didn't place a guess. Your welcome! Please keep reading!

Wisteria: OH! You started Black Butler? That's a great anime! Make sure to check out Black Butler: Book of Circus and Black Butler: Book of Murder too, they're both amazing! Were you right? About your guess on Kimemo? So you were mistaken for a good cause? That's probably the best way to be mistaken as a guy. I've watched Yandere Simulator...and of course...Markiplier's vids on it. YAY! I SHALL BRING DA WAFFLES! True...unique minds are always the best! PUNS! 8 for life! Yay! May SE forever be with you! Bye!

Mineemo: It's fine, I forgive you. I did, I think she forgives you too...never found out for sure. But I am able to keep my account, and read reviews, so I'm guessing you are forgiven. 'Course he cheats...but he's Asura...so I'm fine with it!

SilverDewDrop: Yes...maybe...no. Ohhhhhh yaaa...it's just..really bad when u re-watch an anime or re-read a manga...however...for obvious reasons...I can still enjoy SE while re-watching it almost as much as when I first watched it. Not sure if the manga will be the same. Awwwwwww...Kuro...you know you're still adorable! As much as your brother! Life wouldn't be the same without you and Phantom! It can't be just Phantom...or just you...it has to be both! It's like you need both Yokai and Karasu. Yokai: IT SO IS! SHUT UP! YOU DIDN'T THINK OF IT! I DID! Thank you Phantom...I don't know SDD's true feelings unless you tell me...so..thank you. Lol...bye!

ENJOY!


Kimemo smirked. "It's good to see you again," she said, the moon's beams shifting to reveal the woman instead of her silhouette. "Medusa."

The snake witch smiled maliciously. "Kimemo. How lovely." The large snake lowered its head with another hiss at the memory witch as Medusa reached up to stroke its scaly head. "You know, if she hadn't missed, I wouldn't have to hear my name be spoken from your lips."

"What business do you have with me? I doubt you've come for a friendly chat."

The snake witch's bangs fell to shadow her eyes. "Isn't it obvious?" When she lifted her head, her face was twisted with an insane grin that made her appear as if she was a snake. "I have come to kill you!"

"Oh, how very nice of you," Kimemo replied sarcastically, leaping off the flagpole to avoid the wave of Vector Arrows speeding towards her, doing slow backflips as she descended. She made a perfect landing, and smirked at the now pissed Medusa.

Said witch sighed and lowered herself to the ground with the use of the giant snake. "But of course, I didn't expect to kill you with a simple attack like that."

Kimemo placed a hand on her hip. "Then why did you use it?" Her face twisted into its own grin. "Now it's my turn! SOUL CHAINS!" She raised her hands above her head in a crossed formation as silver and golden chains burst from behind her, speeding towards Medusa, each tip in the shape of a glowing white blade. Medusa leapt back, allowing room for the large snake to quickly slip in front of her, taking the hit. It screeched and disappeared, the chains also, as they had hit a target. "I'm not done yet!" She moved her hands in front of her, another wave of bladed chains erupting and racing from behind her.

"VECTOR STORM!" Medusa crossed her arms above her head as well, a small tornado of Vector Arrows erupting and wrapping around her to block.

Kimemo grinned wider with a laugh. "HA! Fool! Now you can't attack!"

Medusa smirked, still protected by the Vector Storm. "Who said that?"

The memory witch's eyes widened. "What!?"

One of the witch's snakes slithered off her arm, coiled around the Vector Storm before racing at the other witch, hissing. Said witch quickly threw her arms behind her, retracting the chains, before crossing them in front of her chest, causing them to move close together and forming a thick 'X' in front of the witch. The snake promptly hit the barrier and fell back, striking again after a quick hiss of irritation. Kimemo spun on one foot, her arm out, causing the chains to break their previous formation and wrap closely together around her in a similar fashion as Medusa's Vector Storm. The snake witch released her defense and used a few Vector Plates to zoom at the occupied memory witch. Kimemo saw the oncoming attack and quickly touched her fingers to her forehead. She then whipped her hand away, palm open as a glowing white sword began to form. Clutching the solidified hilt, Kimemo dropped her chain tornado and made a quick slash at the oncoming witch. Making contact with the zooming witch, Medusa fell back, a large gash across her chest. The forgotten snake reared its head back from behind, ready to strike. The blade of the sword in Kimemo's hand began to ripple and elongated as she swiped it upwards, slashing the snake into oblivion.

"I'm rather curious," Kimemo began, forming another identical sword in her other hand, now facing Medusa. "You could have tried to kill me long ago...why now?"

The snake witch smiled. "You are a worthy opponent. I had to up my strength to fight you."

The memory witch narrowed her eyes. "But that would also allow me time to up my own strength as well."

The snake witch grinned more, once again looking as if she were a snake. "All the more fun. Currently, we are the strongest witches alive in the witch society. We are also the most rebellious; both of us broke some rules." Medusa stuck out her only tattooed arm, allowing the snake to slither off and hiss at its mistress's opponent. "But I'm sorry to say; only one witch can have the title of strongest. And that witch will be me!" She began sweeping her arms in certain motions as the snake coiled around her form, rushing forward moments after.

"MEMORY MAKE!" Two small, white orbs appeared from her forehead and whipped behind her, forming into a set of silver feathered wings. With a quick flap, Kimemo was in the air, narrowly avoiding the attacking snake. The snake quickly slithered back to its mistress, who hopped on, and raced after the airborne memory witch.

"Nake snake, cobra cobura. Nake snake, cobura cobbra. VECTOR ARROW, TIMES: THREE!" Promptly, a large wave of Vector Arrows erupted from behind Medusa, tailing after Kimemo. Said witch elongated both blades and made a simultaneous, upwards slash in an 'X' formation, destroying the arrows.

"SOUL CHAINS!" The silver and gold chains once again burst out from behind Kimemo, racing their bladed tips at Medusa. The giant snake reared upwards, avoiding the attack. The chains followed quickly behind the fleeing snake woman, causing her to tsk. A small snake slithered from her mouth, coiled protectively around her and her mount before diving down, snapping the chains in one swift movement with its strong jaws. Kimemo sweeped her hands in complicated movements in front of her chest before pointing them at Medusa. "PAST MEMORY!" Golden wisps of energy slipped off her fingers and raced at Medusa, wrapping around her upon contact. The startled witch then found herself disappearing and reappearing on the ground where she had been standing three minutes prior.

"What the-" She was interrupted by her own scream when bladed chains burst from the ground underneath her feet, properly slashing her as they ascended stiffly upwards. As they pointed downwards to attack from above, Medusa summoned a Vector Plate and narrowly avoided their strike. Stabbing the tail of her clothing into the ground, the snake witch stopped her movement as she glared at the memory witch who landed a few yards across from her.

"Have you given up yet, dear Medusa?" Kimemo cackled. She gave her a calm smile. "You can never hope to defeat me."

Medusa grinned. "Are you sure?"

Nothing more was said before a set of Vector Arrows stabbed through Kimemo's back and through her chest from behind. The memory witch stared at her grinning opponent in shock as she dropped the swords and slumped over, her blood splattering beneath her. "I win," Medusa whispered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Are you sure?"

"Behind me!?" Medusa turned around a moment too late as both of Kimemo's swords made contact with her back. Kimemo raised the two swords above her head, ready to strike again, but she was forced back by a Vector Storm Medusa used as defense. "H-how? I killed you!"

The memory witch smiled and gestured at the body that had been stabbed. "It was a fake, see? It's already gone." It was true, as Medusa turned; the body disappeared in a puff of silver. She turned back to face the grinning witch, who was obviously slowly winning this fight. "I call it 'Illusionary Thoughts'. The spell is used to alter old memories and/or add fake, new ones. However, it can also be used to create a decoy clone of myself."

"When did you-"

"When you were teleported, darling. Just before you reappeared, I created a clone of myself and flew out of the way, making you think the clone was the real one while I was preparing another surprise blow. Clever, if I do say so myself." Kimemo smirked as she fiddled with the pendant around her neck.

"You! VECTOR PLATE!" Spawning a trail of zigzagging Vector Plates, Medusa zoomed around, avoiding the attempts Kimemo made of hitting her with the chains. When she was behind her, the snake witch kicked her hard against the back of the head, sending her flying a few feet. "VECTOR ARROW, TIMES: FIVE!" An even bigger wave of Vector Arrows launched themselves at the memory witch, Medusa with her arms crossed in front of her and pointing at Kimemo. A set of chains coiled protectively around their mistress, effectively guarding against the wave.

"I'm tired of this...MEMORY FLASH!" Kimemo stood up and allowed on of her swords to contract back into a small orb that her palm absorbed, her wings following suit, as she directed her spell at Medusa. The snake witch's eyes dilated as she crumpled on the floor, clutching her head. Slowly, she began advancing on the miserable witch, letting the remaining, glowing, white blade drag noisily on the stone paved ground. "You see, Medusa…you were only half right." Now looming over the witch, struggling to try and see her opponent, she slowly raised the sword over her head. "True, only one witch may prevail. However, that witch is not you. You don't win."

With a smooth stroke, the sword decapitated the witch, her crimson blood pouring like a waterfall from her neck. Dead Vector Arrow shaped snakes spilled out as Medusa's body disappeared in ribbons, leaving only her purple witch soul behind.

"You lose."


It was the weekend, thank Death. Liz felt she couldn't handle having to see Shinigami-sama after what happened with him and Kid. He really did seem terrified of him, and he had said that he had seen the same thing as a nightmare that same night. So what did that mean? From what Kid had told them before all of this happened, Kimemo could alter memories...so is that why he thought Shinigami-sama had abused him? Was Kimemo behind all this?

The pistol clutched her bed sheets with white knuckles as she sat up in bed, shaking with rage.

'It's all her fault! That damned Kimemo...coming and RUINING our lives! What does she have against Kid anyway? What did he ever do to her!? She could have just killed him! But she didn't…she made him miserable. But he had never met her in his life before...has he? He didn't seem to know her. Is this all just to get back at Shinigami-sama? It would make sense...all the witches seem to have a grudge against him…but...GOD DAMMIT this is so haaaaaard!'

She was interrupted from her thoughts when Kid shifted and stirred in his sleep beside her. His head was leaned against her side as he was curled up in a tight ball, his chest rising and falling peacefully. She couldn't help but smile down at her meister, reaching down to play with his hair. She instantly regretted it though, when the small reaper opened his golden eyes groggily. He sat up and rubbed his left eye cutely, the way he had the night before.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Liz asked, feeling slightly guilty.

Kid shook his head and slipped off the bed, his small feet colliding with the fuzzy carpeting. "Kid, where are you going?" He didn't speak at first but turned around as he stopped his attempts to reach the doorknob.

"I'm hungwy!"

Liz sighed and removed herself from the bed, striding over to him. "You still haven't even changed yet." She bent down and began unbuttoning his black pajama top.

"But, mommy! You have to huwwy! I'm hungwy!"

"Ok, ok," Liz eased him with a light chuckle. She still had herself to take care of afterwards, still being dressed in her pink, spaghetti strapped, tank top that ended a little above the waist and her long, deep blue, pajama pants and all.

'Who cares, really?' she thought as she pulled the black fabric off of the reaper's body, minding his bandages. 'It's the weekend! I can wear what I want!'

She tried to hold back the blush she had as she slipped his black, pajama pants down. Sure he was a toddler, but he was still Kid, and she was not used to undressing and dressing her meister, though she knew she'd get used to it in due time. She folded up the removed items of clothing and stowed them away in the cabinet of her closet, where she kept all his toddler clothes, provided by Shinigami-sama who had evidently horded them and had not gotten rid of them after Kid grew up. She had to admit, the pajamas were cute, they were all black and were covered in shinigami skulls, and it looked just adorable on the tiny reaper.

Liz rummaged through the clothes she had to choose from to put on her small meister, making room by throwing the clothing items she liked best onto the bed. Feeling satisfied with her filtering, she turned and attacked the bundle of clothing, arranging them and rearranging them to find a cute outfit for Kid to wear.

"Mommy, what awre you doing?" Kid came over and peered at the displayed outfits being made.

"Looking for something cute for you to wear!" Liz didn't look up from her arranging but kept at it for another ten minutes before being satisfied with one particular look she threw together. "Perfect," she whispered, glancing at Kid standing beside her and the outfit she made.

She took the pair of long, black, toddler friendly jeans she had chosen, and held them ready for Kid to step into, which he did by holding onto her arm for balance. She pulled them up to his waist before slipping a black and white striped belt through the waist line and clipping the shinigami skull buckle closed. She then picked Kid up and placed him on the bed, careful not to disturb her many laid out outfits.

"Don't move now, I don't want it to hurt too much," Liz told him, slipping her hand gently under his bandages, slowly finding the end of the white fabric.

Kid blinked. "Kay!"

The pistol felt under the bindings some more before finding and grasping the end of the bandages. She slipped it out and watched as her action loosened the bandages, causing them to slip down to his waist. She removed the blood stained bandages and tossed them in the trash, pulling out a fresh roll from underneath her dresser. She wrapped it a few times over Kid's quickly healing wounds and warned him softly before yanking hard, tightening the fabric around the small shinigami's body. He winced and small tears formed in the corner of his eyes as he gave a small whimper.

'Only a few more days and he'll be fully healed. God I envy his shinigami body!'

The pistol took the shirt she had chosen, and slipped it onto his upper body. She tucked the bottom of the fabric under his belt and stood back to look at her handy work. She had chosen a white T-shirt with a large, black shinigami skull printed on the front to go along with the long, black jeans held up by the black and white belt with a shinigami skull buckle.

"Aww~ you look so cute!" Liz clapped her hands and stared cutely at the four year old sitting on her bed with awe.

The small reaper blushed in embarrassment with a tiny smile. "Mommy!"

The teen ran over and lifted him up into her arms, nuzzling his cheek before giving it a quick peck. "What? It's true!"

Kid pushed her face away gently, giggling, as she tried to nuzzle him again. "Can we go eat now?"

Liz smiled and set him down. "I still have to get ready, you go on ahead and find Patty. She'll give you something while you wait."

"Kay!" Kid ran to the door and struggled again to reach the knob. Liz laughed before walking over and opening the door for him. He looked up at her and smiled before bolting out the room to find Patty.

Once he had left, Liz closed the door again and slipped off the pink tank top over her head, tossing it on the still messy bed. Next she removed her pants before proceeding to her undergarments. Once she had stripped herself of all clothing, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the faucet in the shower and began adjusting it to a suitable temperature before taking a folded, black and white towel from the shelf and left it to hang on the shower curtain pole. She stepped onto the slippery surface of the shower floor and slipped under the sprinkling water that now poured from the shower head. She let her long hair soak and become heavy as she closed her eyes, listening to the sprinkling droplets and standing in the feel of the thin streams of water running down her body.

'How long? How long are you going to be away from us…Kid?'


"Awwwwwwwwwww~ SO CUTE!" Patty ran up and threw her arms around Kid as he ran into the kitchen.

"M-mommy! What awre you d-doing?" The toddler struggled in his adoptive mother's grip, his right eye squeezed shut in discomfort.

"Hugging you, of course! 'Cuz you're just so cuuuuuuute~" She finally let him go and ruffled his hair, still on her knees from when she had basically tackled him. "Did Lizzie pick out your cute little outfit?" Speaking of outfits, the young pistol was dressed in a pink tank top that ended a little above the waist to go along with her long, camo pants held up by a white belt.

Kid smiled widely up at Patty, not at all bothered by his now messy, black and white hair. "Ya! Do you wike it?"

The younger pistol laughed and started tickling the small reaper, making him laugh loudly and squeal. "Of course I do! It's just adorable!"

::: 5 Minutes Later :::

Liz combed the conditioner into her hair with her fingers, the silky substance sliding through her tangles with ease. She let it sit in her hair as she began to rub the body wash over her skin. The bubbles slid off her body as she let the water run down her back and front, falling and streaming into the drainage hole. She pushed her brunette hair off her shoulder as to let the cool liquid wash through the strands more easily. After finally cleansing her hair and body, she turned off the faucet, ceasing the fall of water.

Pulling aside the curtain, she stepped out and ignored the nip of sudden cold air as she wrapped the black and white towel around her wet figure. Making sure the towel was secured; she started to check her face for zits as she let the fuzzy material soak up most of the excess water.

Now simply damp, she exited the humid bathroom and rubbed the towel on her body, successfully drying herself off, hanging it up on a hook by the bathroom door when she was done. Feeling like she wanted to wear something besides what she had just been wearing, she tossed her discarded undergarments in the laundry bin and wore fresh ones on her now clean body, slipping on a light blue tank top that ended a little below her chest and white jeans that ended just below the knee before walking over to the dresser. She ran a brush quickly through her hair before tying it up in a high ponytail to cause minimal dripping. She once again applied her invisible make up, exiting the room and heading down afterwards.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she found Patty and Kid stuffing their faces with pancakes, identical smears of syrup covering everywhere but inside their mouths, the few pancakes still on the plate drowning in an ocean of the sticky, sweet topping. (Syrup is considered a topping, right?)

"My Death, Patty, what have you been teaching this poor child?" Liz asked, exasperated. She walked over, taking a handful of napkins on her way to Kid. He fidgeted uncomfortably as she began to scrub away at the sticky residue on his face. She examined his outfit and sighed. "Thank Death nothing got on your clothes, Kid. Wouldn't want to ruin something as cute as this." After she was sure she had removed of all the syrup from Kid's face she turned and faced her sister, crumbling up the now sticky napkins. "Clean up your face, Patty. We're meeting the others for basketball right after I finish."

"Kay!" The younger pistol snatched the entire pile of napkins and began scrubbing her face with them, many of them falling onto her lap, the floor, or the table.

The brunette sighed and chose to ignore her sister as she retreated to the counter and grabbed a fresh plate of pancakes, munching on them as she leaned against the wall. "You're gonna clean this mess up, Patty, right?" the pistol asked in between chews.

Her sister turned to her with a large grin. "Nope!"

Liz sighed again. "'Course you won't…"

"Kid can do it!"

Said shinigami was too busy struggling to stuff all the remaining pancakes into his mouth at once, therefore oblivious to the situation. Liz sighed. "Um...he can't do that, remember?" She dropped her voice and leaned closer to her sister so she could hear. "Remember? Kimemo...toddler...erased memories…?"

"OH YEAH!" The pistol nearly fell backwards with a heart attack with her sister's realization.

Her hands scrambled over the younger pistol's mouth, desperate to silence her. "ShhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH! Shush, shush, SHHHHHHHUUUUUSH! Patty! What the hell!"

Patty removed her sister's hand and giggled. "Oopsie!"

Liz put a hand on her chest as she sighed deeply. "Geez, Patty. Gave me a heart attack!"

The young pistol tilted her head to the side in obvious obliviousness. "Then how are you alive? If you had a heart attack, you would be dead! Gyaaahhahahahahaha!"

The older teen pinched the bridge of her nose. "So you're cleaning, or what?"

"Nope!"

Liz slumped over, having an I-seriously-hate-my-life-right-now-face on. "Uggghhhh….the things you make me do, Patty…"

Patty shrugged, stuffing a pancake into her mouth, speaking in between chews. "Oh well…"

Kid started laughing as he drew on the table in the syrup he had poured out onto the wood. The older pistol suddenly noticed this and ran over, wrestling the half empty bottle from his hands. "Kid! What the hell!?" She stopped in her frantic scrubbing and stared at the mess, her jaw dropped. "What did you do!? Ugghhh!" She resumed her struggle to clean up the sticky residue, finally finishing after about ten minutes of ranting and scrubbing.

She threw the crumpled up napkins into the trash with more force than necessary, whipping her head to the two, still giggling, people at the table with anger burning in her eyes. "I swear you two are just...UGH! Let's just go." Having cleaned up Kid again, she picked up the reaper into her arms and stormed out the door, Patty following quickly behind.


"Hey guys! Glad you could make it," Soul greeted as he spotted the two sisters approaching the basketball field, Kid in Liz's arms. He was dressed in a long sleeved, dark blue shirt with a symbol of a sharp toothed mouth in the top left corner, and long, dark gray jeans, a light gray headband in his white hair. (You know the symbol on his sweatband of the mouth...that's the symbol.)

"Took you long enough...you kept the great Black*Star waiting!" Black*Star had the basketball tucked under his arm as he half grinned half frowned. He was wearing a black trimmed, orange tank top with three black symbols on the front and long, light gray jeans.

"Hi! Hey, Kid," Tsubaki came over smiling and Liz allowed her to take the little shinigami into her own arms. She was wearing a pale, lime jacket over a plain white shirt to go along with her blue jeans that ended a little below the knee. She had her hair in a bun that was just the end of her ponytail held up.

"How was your morning? Was Kid alright?" Maka asked, eyeing the now widely grinning four year old. Her attire was a yellow jacket over a pink trimmed, white shirt that fit with her long, red jeans, her ash blonde hair down.

"It was great!" Patty said enthusiastically.

Liz groaned and ran a hand through her still wet bangs. "Ugh. Horrible."

Tsubaki's smile fell as she looked over at her friend with worry. "Really? Why? Did something happen?"

"Nothing but Patty's bad influence." She cast her laughing sister a small glare before turning back to the chain scythe. "I leave to take a shower, and by the time I get back, they're having a contest on who can put more pancakes in their mouth at once! Not to mention, seeing who can drench their remaining pancakes in more syrup. Ugh. Had to clean that up. And when I lectured Patty, Kid started to draw on the table with probably about half the syrup bottle's contents."

Maka cringed slightly. "Ooooooh, rough morning."

"That's not cool, Kid. Not cool," Soul commented, grinning down at the toddler in Tsubaki's arms.

Said toddler grinned wider and laughed. "Mommy was angwy!" He didn't seem to notice the pistol glaring at him in annoyance. "But she cweaned up my dwawing of me, mommy, and mommy befwore I was fwinished," he added sadly.

"It looked like a giraffe from where I was," Patty chirped.

Black*Star chuckled lightly. "No offense, but I think everything looks like a giraffe to you, Patty."

"Wow! Black*Star, you can think? Since when?" Liz asked in fake awe.

"Of course the great Black*Star can think! Otherwise what kind of star would I be!?"

"A rather dumb one," Maka said simply.

"Hey! I beat Kid, you know? In battle? I beat a shinigami….a freaking SHINIGAMI!"

"Um, Black*Star...it was actually Kid who beat you," Tsubaki mentioned, sweat dropping.

Black*Star was now feet away from the group, drawing circles in the dirt with a stick, a depressed aura surrounding him. The ball was long gone, rolling sadly away. "You don't have to mention it…"

The group chuckled as Tsubaki set the toddler down to go and comfort her meister.

Moments later, another person arrived at the courts.

"U-u-um…am I too...late?" Crona asked nervously, stepping onto the court, dressed in a maroon jacket that matched the long maroon sweatpants that had an identical white stripe lining the side of the pant legs.

From the others' confused glances sent Crona's way, Maka quickly mentioned, "Oh yeah! I forgot to mention, I invited Crona over to hang out. Hope that's ok."

"Is it bad that even I didn't know Crona was coming?" Soul asked randomly, feeling slightly awkward.

"Kinda, I guess. You are her weapon after all. You should know these things," Liz replied, a hand on her hip.

"Well, soooooorry for having someone not tell me these things!" He crossed his arms over his chest, slightly glaring at Maka who had an irritated face and a tick mark.

She brandished her weapon of choice, a hardcover book, threateningly in front of Soul's face, causing him to flinch. "Would you like a Maka Chop for that, dear sweet Soul?" She smiled in a sickly sweet manor.

"No," the weapon said quickly, flinching and staring at the hovering book in slight terror.

"Anyyyyyway, come on over Crona!" Maka gestured happily for the lavender haired teen to come and join them. Said teen came over but her face soon took a look of nervousness when she noticed Kid, currently cowering behind Patty's leg. (FYI...I am a slightly strict believer that Crona's gender is female...so...s/he is female in this fic...but I respect your choice of gender as well….I guess)

"Wh-what happened to Kid? I...I don't know how to deal with t-toddlers!"

"Oh. That. We still haven't explained that to you, have we? Sorry, Crona," Tsubaki apologized, having now rejoined the group of teens with her no-longer-depressed meister.

"It's fine, I guess. But what happened? Why is he a t-toddler?"

It didn't take long for Liz and Patty to explain everything that had happened so far, Maka, Soul, Black*Star, and Tsubaki taking over after the sisters' count on finding Kid as a toddler.

"Oh. I wouldn't know how to deal with loss of memory…"

"Ok, enough chatter! Let's start playing!" Black*Star began dribbling the ball rather impatiently.

"D-do I have to play? I-I don't think I can…"

Maka turned to her friend with slight disappointment and shock. "Why? Kid and Soul taught you last time!"

"Hey! I did most of it," Soul grumbled.

"Well...will you teach me a-again, Soul?" Pondering on his answer was enough for Crona to assume the worst. "O-oh...ok...I'll just...leave...I guess."

"AH! What was that for!" Soul fingered his dented head gingerly as Maka removed the now bloodied book.

"You very well know what it was for." She turned to the retreating teen and ran up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Crona! Hey, wait up! Why are you leaving? Why not play with us?"

Crona shuffled awkwardly and talked in a barely audible voice. "I don't wanna play….if Soul doesn't want to teach me again. And Kid can't teach me e-either."

"Are you sure? Why not stay here then? You don't have to leave and you don't have to play. Unless you want to, that is."

"But what can I do?"

Liz came over now. "Well, you could do me a huge favor and look after Kid while we're playing. That'd be great!"

Crona fidgeted nervously again. "B-but I don't know how to deal with t-toddlers…"

Liz punched her arm lightly and playfully. "Well you won't learn how to deal with them unless you do, am I right?"

The teen looked at Liz who was smiling. "What if I mess up?"

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Crona," Tsubaki encouraged as she too came over.

"O-ok...I guess…"

"Oh no! Nuh-uh! Nope!" Crona looked up just as tiny Ragnarok burst from her back and forming into his cute form. (I swear...Ragnarok when he was buff was kind of cool….when he shrunk...freaking ADORABLE!) "We are not babysitting that little brat!"

"Aww, come on...why not?" Liz frowned at the small black entity with slight whining showing in her voice.

"Because! Just…because I don't want to!"

"Ragnarok, we should...so we can be kind of useful," Crona attempted to persuade.

"No! Shut up!" He began banging his tiny white fists on Crona's head. "I don't wanna babysit! So you also are supposed to not want to!"

The teen held the top of her head with her hands, trying to shield the fury of punches. "B-but...I do want to…"

Ragnarok continued to rant curses and kept hitting her until he stopped when a small whimper sounded from behind Patty standing close by.

"M-mommy, why is he huwrting hewr? I don't wike to be huwrt...i-it…..huwrts to get huwrt!" Kid cowered further behind Patty's leg, squeezing his eyes shut as a few trickles of tears slipped down his cheeks.

Patty crouched down and pulled him into a hug, leaning his head against her chest. He buried his face in the fabric of her tank top as he gripped it. "It's ok, Kid. That's just how they are. They don't hate each other, they'll stop soon." The reaper sucked in a shaky breath as Patty turned and gave Liz a look that meant she wanted no fighting to take place around Kid.

Crona fidgeted uncomfortably. "Oh no...he's crying...I don't know how to deal w-with him c-crying!" The teen then looked up and glared up at a frozen Ragnarok. "Look what you did, Ragnarok...You made him cry…"

Ragnarok crossed his arms and turned his head away. "Still not doing it!"

"Would you do it for a piece of candy?" Soul asked, using Maka's method of persuasion she had done before and had worked.

"What am I, five?"

"Fine. Six pieces."

"I've told you before! I'm not a kid! I don't want candy!"

"How about eleven pieces?"

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME!? I'M NOT A CHILD! CANDY BRIBING WON'T WORK!"

'It worked last time,' Maka thought to herself.

"You can have all the candy you want, any number of pieces," Soul offered, growing annoyed.

"ARE YOU DEAF!? I DON'T WANT NONE OF YOUR CANDY!"

"UGH! ANYTHING YOU WANT! HOW ABOUT THAT!? ALL THE DESSERTS AND SWEETS AND CANDY YOU WANT!"

Ragnarok pushed himself closer by pushing his small white fists on Crona's head. "HUUUH!?" There was a silence until Ragnarok snorted. "Fine. You better give me my payment later."

Kid, who was now calm and had removed himself from Patty's arms, found himself being lifted into the air by Black*Star. "Right! So here is the toddler, good luck, now let's play!" He dropped Kid into a shocked Crona's arms as both the lavender haired teen and Ragnarok stared at the unfazed four year old shinigami in her arms.

He blinked and then smiled. "Hewo! My name is Det da Kid! But mommy and mommy cawll me 'Kid'!"

"U-um...I'm Crona...and this is-" she pointed at the black blooded entity sprouting from her back, "-Ragnarok."

"Hewo! Can I pet you, Wagonawak?"

"Excuse me!?"

"HAHA! I wanna pet you, Wagonawak! You wook cuwte!"

"I'm not your little toy, you little-"

"I suggest just letting him do what he wants, he'll cry and complain otherwise," Liz suggested, a hand on her hip as she watched in amusement.

"I guess so," Crona said, addressing the little shinigami.

Ragnarok glared down at her. "What!? I never said ye-"

He was interrupted when Kid climbed up, somehow, onto Crona's shoulder and sat, patting an irritated Ragnarok on the head as the shinigami giggled. The teens laughed to themselves and even Crona smiled with a light chuckle too.

"Oi! You think this is funny!?"

"Yes, yes...very," Black*Star replied, a huge grin on his face.

"How about if I-" Ragnarok abandoned finishing his sentence as he raised his small fists to slam them down on the reaper's head.

"Don't even think about hurting him," Patty growled.

"Just let him do as he pleases, it's cute," Tsubaki said with a smile.

Kid stopped patting Ragnarok on the head and turned to the teens as he slipped back into Crona's arm, so suddenly she almost dropped him. "Do I wook cuwte?"

"'Course you do, Kiddy! You're always adorable~" Patty said lovingly.

"Normally, you would be all calm, collected and strong as shit, but right now...you are cute," Black*Star replied, coming over and ruffling the toddler's hair.

"Best of the best," Liz commented. "I chose that outfit, by the way."

"Why wouldn't you be cute, Kid?" Tsubaki smiled sweetly.

"Your cuteness is so much, it's cool." Soul gave him his infamous lopsided grin.

"Definitely cute," Maka replied.

Kid smiled widely then turned and threw his arms around Crona's neck, startling the teen. "Do you tink I wook cuwte, Cwona?"

"U-um...I guess so…"

"What abouwt you, Wagonawak?"

"...eh."


Maka, Liz, Patty, Black*Star, Tsubaki, and Soul ran around the court as they played their game of basketball, Crona sitting on the bench with Kid on her lap. The teams were as follows; Maka, Liz, and Tsubaki versus Soul, Black*Star, and Patty.

Ragnarok fidgeted, struggled, ranted, and screamed curses every time Kid would climb up onto Crona's shoulder and either hug him, pet him, or do anything to or with him for that matter, giggling.

Crona eventually grew comfortable around him and would sometimes play with his hair to get his attention or to annoy him playfully, tickle him, and startle him in a way that would make him jump before falling into a fit of giggles.

He was getting on so well with everyone else, it was as if he was never gone and he was still here.


Having said bye to their friends, Liz and Patty were now walking through the streets of Death City and were on their way back to Gallows Manor, Kid positioned on Patty's back. Not even ten minutes passed before they had entered the Death family's mansion.

"Phew! I'm beat," Liz commented, stretching out her back as Patty let Kid to slip off her own back. "Definitely needed that. Especially after this morning," she added with slight annoyance.

Kid and Patty exchanged looks, both grinning widely. "It's actually quite interesting that Kid has learned so much from you, Patty, that he basically now knows how annoyed I am. You're a bad influence, you know that?"

"Yup!" Patty smiled before running up the steps, stopping halfway and turning around. "I'm going to go take a shower, ok sis?"

"Go ahead," Liz replied, waving a dismissive hand. The young pistol bolted up the stairs and out of view, just before Liz spoke to Kid this time. "Speaking of baths, I think you need one too."

Kid pouted. "But why? I wanna pway!"

The older pistol slipped her hands under his arms and lifted him up. "Sorry, Kiddo, but you're smelly."

Kid continued to whine as Liz carried him up the stairs and into his room, the only room with both a shower and a bath tub. After turning on the faucet, she placed the four year old down and unbuckled his belt, slipping it out from around his waist. She then stripped him down to simply his little diaper. He wasn't yet potty trained, and Liz was way too embarrassed to teach him yet. Folding the clothes, she placed them on the counter by the sink and turned back to Kid. She sighed.

'Ahhhh….I don't want to do this. Ugh….screw it…'

She undid the bindings of the diaper and looked away as it slipped down to the reaper's ankles. "Do you need help to get in, or…" She directed her attention to the faucet and turned it off; swishing her hand through the water to make sure it was a good temperature.

"I can do it, mommy!" He scrambled up onto the edge of the tub and basically fell into the water, splashing it in small waves onto the ground. Liz groaned to herself as the water slopped onto her tank top and jeans, soaking them. Her hair was dry now, and she was happy it didn't get wet again. Kid emerged seconds later, his black and white hair drenched as he laughed.

The pistol smiled. "I thought you didn't want to take a bath?"

"I dunno...I do now!"

Liz rolled her eyes and took the shampoo from the bathroom cabinet. She popped open the lid and squeezed some of the white substance onto Kid's head, snapping the lid closed and replacing it back where she found it afterwards. She began massaging the shampoo into his hair, the toddler slightly rocking back and forth from the force. After she felt that the huge cluster of bubbles was enough on his head, she cupped some of the water in her hands and poured it over his head, causing some of the stationary bubbles to slip into the bubble-water solution he sat in. She did this a few times until all of the shampoo had washed into the water below. She squeezed out the cream colored conditioner onto his head while Kid played around with the bubbles floating in the water and air. Liz finger combed the slick substance into his hair, no longer really caring that the entire front part of her body and clothes were soaked.

She let the conditioner sit in his hair as she grabbed the black shower scrub and squirted out the dark purple body wash onto it, dunking it quickly under the water as she started to squeeze it to make it foam and bubble. The water rippled and splashed slightly when Kid turned so his back was facing the weapon who had requested this action. She began to scrub his back as he continued to play with the bubbles and water. After she had scrubbed his whole body, she poured more water over his head and ran her fingers through his hair to wash out the conditioner.

Finally done with washing the toddler, Liz dunked the shower scrub in and out of the water to wash out the body wash before squeezing it to extract the absorbed water. She hung it back where she found it and grabbed a white trimmed, black towel with a large white shinigami skull on it and wrapped it quickly around Kid's naked and soaked body when he stepped out of the tub. After rubbing his body dry, without looking, Liz quickly dried his hair, leaving it extremely messy and with strands of hair sticking up in weird positions. She wrapped the towel around him again and led him out the door, grabbing his clothes from the counter and throwing out the discarded diaper as she left.

She quickly put a new diaper on him, wrapped his wounds in new bandages, and slipped on his clothes again. She heaved a breath of relief.

'Glad that's over. Next time Patty is washing him. It seems I do all the mothering for Kid! Well she helps...by being the bad influence…'


A boy about the age of fourteen walked down the streets of the Witches' Realm, his silver bangs shadowing his eyes. He had his hands in the pockets of his loose, black pants that had gold ascending in wisps from the bottom. He wore a sleeveless, silver trimmed, gold top with the bottom tucked into his pants' waist line. His silver hair had highlights of gold and the bangs all fell to the left side, so long it covered his left eye. He wore a necklace, a black chain with a charm that wasn't visible as it had been tucked under the collar of his top. He wore a pair of black, fingerless gloves that went up to just below his elbows and had wisps of both silver and gold. He walked on in silver trimmed, black combat boots.

When he had arrived in a square populated by many gossiping witches, he lifted his head to reveal his only visible eye, the iris silver with wisps of gold. Silent as can be, he slipped into the shadows of the nearest building, leaning against the wall, narrowing his eyes at the closest pair of talking witches. He strained his ears to hear them.

"Oh my, didn't you hear, Noranie?" the one wearing a dark green crop top with a lime green trimmed, black jacket that stopped just below her chest asked. She wore pants made completely of vines that reached her ankles and didn't reveal any skin to go along with her short, black boots. She had long, light pink hair that reached past her waist and had colorful flowers woven in between the strands.

"For the last time, Padla, no, I didn't," Noranie replied in irritation. She navy blue hair held up in a bun by a baby blue ribbon to go along with her long, silk, aqua colored dress. She wore dark blue gloves that reached her upper arm to go along with her identical, dark blue boots. She had a rather simple look.

"Well," Padla began excitingly. "You know that rebellious witch Kimemo?"

The teen in the shadows froze.

'Kimemo!? She…she's still alive…? All this time…?'

"Yeah," Noranie replied with little interest, arms crossed. "What about her?"

"Well, turns out she almost succeeded in erasing Shinigami's son's memories!"

Noranie regarded her with more interest, a confused look present on her face though. "What do you mean 'almost'?"

"His weapons or whatever interrupted her spell before it was complete. But she did succeed in almost erasing everything...but as a side effect, his son has become a four year old toddler with none of his true memories…besides his name."

The water witch grinned at her friend. "That sounds nice! Honestly, when Kimemo changed and started to rebel, I thought we had another 'Medusa' happening."

"Yeah…"

"Where is Medusa anyway?"

"I heard she died...for the fourth time." (For those of you confused...in the manga Medusa basically dies three times...well...one was more like abandon one host and take over a different body...but the way it happened is kind of like her dying again and coming back with a different body...so...ya...three times…*manga spoiler ahead* first killed by Stein, then came back using Rachel's body, then technically died again after leaving Rachel and taking over Arachne's abandoned body...you'll know what I mean if you read the manga...and then killed by Crona and never coming back...however...in this story, she comes back and is killed a fourth time!)

"Really? How?"

Padla shrugged. "Heard Kimemo murdered her."

Noranie sighed. "Guess we know who's the strongest now…"

They continued to gossip and talk, but the teen wasn't listening. He stood frozen in the shadows.

'Oh, Sister...what have you done?'


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