A/N: OMG!!! I'm alive! I'm ALIVE! And I survived! (Barely..) I'm onto my 3rd year of Animation! I get to make my own animated movie, with my own story and own characters annnnnnd none of you care, because you are sitting at your computers going " STFU and GIVE ME THE FREAKING CHAPTER!!"
Yeah that's right!
I told you. I'm psychic…
So yeah… this chapter is HUGE!!! Like over 60 pages. Its RID-ONC-ULUS! If this was an actual episode, it would be like…a 2 hour special! ( God if ONLY!) Lots of KiddxPatti in the beginning, and I LOVE writing Kidd. But yes HUUUGE! I figured to make it up to you guys I WRITE LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG chapter.
//EDIT\\\ OKAY…. its longer than 60.. Its almost 80- SO Its split up! Two chappies for one! HUZZAH!
WARNING lots of inappropriate swearing- mostly from Kidd and his sailor mouth. Oh and Medusa being EXTRA evil than usual… I mean REALLY…Eeeeeeevil.
I do expect people will be throwing stones at me by the end…..heehawed.
ANYWAYS enough jib-jab! STORY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater- IF I did, the anime would have never ended…. AND SUCKED BANANAS! I was so angry! I'm so tempted to writing my OWN ending- seriously. Might even draw it too- better yet, ANIMATE it!
But Soul Eater Manga- I LOVEEEE you. =3
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CHAPTER SEVEN
The Devil's Tango -Part One
So this is how it usually went.
Usually, when one commits and partakes in social gathering among his social circle, (or pride) one voluntarily assembles their mind, body and soul into a temporary state in which one's physical and mental faculties are impaired by an excess of a alcoholic drink… or several drinks.
Or as Soul gallantly puts it.. 'f***ed out of their minds.'
The hard part to this temporary stupidity, is usually, the aftermath.
Many regrets, face-palms, temperamental craniums, and the most common of the 'hangover' tradition- empting ones entire stomach contents into a porcelain bowl, that one soon discovers they might as well consider it your teddy bear, because you'll be hugging its cold exterior, all… night… long.
Usually called 'tossing ones cookies.'
Which, made no sense to Kidd.
So why was, the Shinigami's son, Death the Kidd, lying in his bed, preoccupying his morning thoughts on hangovers?
Simple.
He was having one.
And he could not understand why. Because Shinigami's are death gods. They are incapable of getting intoxicated or poisoned- (in Kidd's current state, it felt like the same thing)- Once an foreign and harmful substance is introduced to a death gods, or ANY god's body , in a matter of milliseconds, the anti-toxins seek out the invading toxin and destroy it. Eradicated, would be a more suitable word.
Which brought him back to why his brain was currently doing the cha cha, and his body rein-acting the metamorphosis of dead lead weight?
Maybe he needed a coffee. Liz was always like that in the morning. Maybe she had infected him with some strange disease- No. That wouldn't happen. Again, he was immune to any disease or the common cold.
Again.
Why?
Kidd found it morbidly comical, that trying to sort out his thoughts and the current situation… felt as if it was doing more damage to his brain. But he did not cease in his analysis. For since his body was USUALLY immune to these circumstances, he was quite curious and could not help but reflect himself of the knowledge he has observed, or read.
And by reflecting, he meant talking absurdly out loud to 'no one' in particular.
Blinking his tired golden eyes, he placed his finger to his chin, and gave it a inquiring tap.
"If I can recall," Kidd murmured out loud to himself, " This is usually the scenario where the partaker awakes and finds his consequences sleeping next to him." He nodded to himself, confirming his exquisite sense of knowledge.
He didn't know how right he was.
He was suddenly silenced and scared stiff, when a hand slapped down onto his face, smothering his gaping mouth.
The hand was soft.
Small.
With unsymmetrical painted fingernails.
Definitely female.
But had UNSYMMETRICAL painted fingernails…
"Are you always this jabber-mouthy in the morning…" A slurred but sweet innocent voice mumbled through the pillow, inches from his head.
Kidd needed not to turn his head. The quick reflexes of his eyes sought out the recognizable and invasive voice. They served justice as he met with a pair of twinkling blue eyes, half lidded with long fluttering eyelashes.
It was the twinkle that unnerved Kidd the most. They were eyes that were up-to-no-good.
Eyes that danced like the devil herself.
They were Patti's.
"If you are, I may have to smother you with my pillow."
There she was, in all her glory. Umm, maybe TOO MUCH glory… Because she was stripped down to nothing but the giraffe-printed bra and panties, half-covered in Kidd's white bed-sheets.
Patti's smile could only take over the main proportion of her face, when Kidd jumped out his skin surprised, before flying backwards off the bed and landing in a deafening thud on the hardwood floor, with the white bed sheets following after him.
"SWEET SHINIGAMI!! PATTI!"
He let out a whiny shrill, with his back flat on the floor and his feet in the air, flailing around as he tried to untangle himself from his sheets.
Patti merely propped herself up onto her elbows, grinning down, mischievously like the Cheshire Cat. She watched in pure amusement as Kid flopped around like a fish out of water. She brought one of her feet into the air, swaying as a cat's tail would resemble.
Finally escaping the wrath of his bed sheets, Kidd sat up wide eye, pointing an accusing finger at Patti in sheer horror.
"WHAT are you doing my BED!!" His eyes then drifted below her collarbone and he thanked Shinigami as, by a respectable reflex, his other hand slapped over his eyes before they greedily decided traveling down any further. The Death god's cheeks glowed as Kidd's usual confident personality, turned into bumbling, stuttering fool. If Soul was here he's be stating how 'un-cool' the predicament would be, while Black Star… well, Black Star would just be laughing.
"AND WHY are you lacking s-so much A-APPAREL!!!?" He shrieked rather high.
Patti only smirked, raising one of her perfectly symmetrical blond brows. Kidd's finger's made a slither of a gap between his fingers, just so he could see if she was still there.
She chuckled darkly and almost seductively- a tone Kidd rarely heard… unless it was that time of the month. It was intimidating, yet… intoxicating.
Pouting her pink lips, she lifted her head off her hands. Her hands lowered to the bed's surface, and her fists grasped the sheets in a violent but…pleasurable manner.
The gap between Kid's fingers got bigger.
Lifting her body off the bed, her messy blond locks draped along her deltoids. Kidd looked awestruck watching the muscles under her skin, move as she straightened her body. He never knew how hypnotizing a woman's body could be.
He'd have to apologize for scolding Soul, whenever he complained about Blair. You know it was wrong but you can't tear your gaze away. It lulled you into a trance, to watch more.
Kidd's eyes widened as Patti was sitting on her knees, on his bed. She lifted her arms over head, and soon every muscle from her arms and back followed the stretch. The muscles along her shoulders, tensed before rotating her scapula, as her arms reached for the heavens. Kidd was amazed how the muscles moved with perfect symmetry.
Why hadn't he notice this before?
Of course… Liz and Patti were never really nearly NAKED before his eyes. Sure they'd show over their navels and sometimes low cleavage… walking out of the bathroom with towel's wrapped around they're upper body, shunning their silhouette until mid-thigh…(Patti occasionally tried to flash him, but Liz made sure he was unconscious before he could even catch a glimpse.) but never this much. Which was good. Because Kidd was quite positive he'd be distracted.
Especially in battle.
But as much as he was assured by the symmetry, the two sisters were no where near symmetrical. It took a century at least, but he began to respect the differences between the two sisters- Patti was much more curvier. She was bigger boned and smaller, but curved in all the right places. She was also more muscular than Liz. Liz was more bone and curve, while Patti was more muscle and curve.
"You brought me here." Patti's voice broke the mesmerizing trance. Kidd needed a minute before the sentence actually made sense in his head.
He was never this slow.
Blinking, at the accusation, Kidd had to rearranged his thoughts as he watched Patti move into a more flamboyant stretch, as not only did the movement of her muscles follow her actions, but as did the movement of her breasts.
Kidd shook his head before narrowing his eyes with fury at the woman in his bed. His finger could have shot lasers on how erect he was pointing.
"DO NOT play coy with me you me, you little MINX!" He hissed. His eyes narrowed further, turning the blazing yellow glare, into liquid gold. " I THINK I'd remember if I--"
Wait.
He really didn't remember…
Why did that send him into 'panic -mode…?
His pointed finger, dropped, but the arm remained targeted at the culprit who continued her tantalizing stretches on the bed.
"Wait a minute…." Kidd confirmed, again, out loud to himself. " I can't seem to recall…any…. Of last nights events…." Kidd's eyes glanced back to Patti, hoping to find some kind of recognition or memory flash. She was now stretching her arms out in front of her, totally ignoring his inner turmoil, and his urge to grab her by the neck and throttle her until she refreshed his memory, fuelled the temptation.
Along with a few other temptations, he wasn't quite familiar with.
Lowering his arm, he brought his finger to his chin. His eyes lowered in thought, as he began abusing his brains memory storage doors.
"It's as if I was intoxicated…. BUT that's impossible."
If he had looked up, Patti began to lower her arms, and the most devilish smirk spread across her lips.
He was frustrated. It made no sense to him. It didn't seem logical that he'd invite Patti to his bedroom. But if he was intoxicated., then that would be the case- along with other precautions he should remember as soon as possible.
"Honourable Father said a Shinigami is incapable of getting intoxicated- the anti-toxins would have eradicated the toxins AS soon as it was consumed… Plus, I don't remember drinking anything last night, except the water… that…Patti--" Kidd's eyes lit up like hell's fire. "Patti!" Whipping his head around, the finger once again found its target.
"YOU!!! YOU did something. DIDN'T YOU?"
Patti was finished stretching. She now was back down on her stomach, one hand propped up on her elbows, supporting her cheek, while the other hands played with a strand of her hair. She blinked innocently, fluttering her long lashes, before turning to look at him. She pushed out her plump bottom lip and Kidd swore if he'd blink for a moment, he'd see a glowing halo appeared over her head.
But he knew that look. It may, seem to show child-ness innocence, but it really oozed mischievousness and proved that she was unbelievably…
GUILTY.
"SO YOU DID! YOU VILE VIXEN!!!"
Kidd's hand flew to his hair, grasping it almost as if to pull it out. A lot like the times when asymmetrical issues drove him to the point of insanity. His fingers pulled harder as he closed his eyes and cried out in a desperate and frustrated despair.
"HAVE you not TORTURED me enough for one DAY!!! First the side pony-tail! Then the unsymmetrical attire! AND NOW THIS!! This is unbelievable! WHAT have I done to deserve this punishment-"
As Kidd continued to flail his harms around, preaching to the heavens. Patti's eyes rolled to the back of her skull before settling with a bored expression. She looked at her asymmetrically painted fingernails and waited for Kidd to cease in his tangent.
" HOW in SHINIGAMI'S GREEN EARTH did you manage to do it? Is it poison? Am I am going to lose my hair and go bald? Although I may not have worry about these blasphemous sanzu lines disrupting my symmetrical core-- OR WAIT! Is my youthfulness going to ripped from this immortal body, only to be strung, and manipulated by you, on a string!? LIKE A PUPPET! DOES THIS DRUG HAVE A TRIGGER? I MEAN how did you get it-"
"Mr. Reaper-san gave it to me."
Kidd's rant had stopped as he had curled his fingers into claws, reaching for the heavens. His head turned his head a slow mechanical pace, his jaw still locked in a astonished, WTF position. His arms dropped to his sides before turning completely around to face her.
"WHAT!!!" He was in her face, grasping the bed with rage, and steam was surely coming out of his nose. Patti did not flinch and only blinked her twinkling blue eyes.
Realizing he was slightly over-reacting because he SWORE he heard he say that HIS, honourable Father, the Death God, was giving his WEAPON a drug/poison so she can take control, molest, and manipulate him whenever she felt like it. He MUST have heard wrong. Honourable Father would NEVER do such a obscene and deceptive thing behind his beloved son's back. He adjusted his collar as he cleared his throat. A force of habit, even when he wasn't wearing his suit.
"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?" He chuckled nervously, giving her his wide, but fake smile.
Patti blinked, before kicking the air with her feet repeatedly." I said, MR. REAPER GAVE IT TO ME!" she said louder.
Kidd twitched.
"Geeze-Louise! Kiddo-kun's going deaf! Mr. Reaper said that wasn't a side effect." Patti rolled over on her back, and hung her head over the side of the bed looked at Kidd's, who seemed to appear to have a, constipated, face.
Also, to mention her position sure gave Kidd an ample mode of more cleavage to be distracted by.
"My FATHER? Gave it to you!?" He enunciated through gritted teeth.
Patti's arms raised over her head ands her fingers touched the floor. She laughed and Kidd couldn't help but stare as her chest raised and lowered at the movements, making her breasts follow behind in the action.
"YEPPERS!" Patti chimed.
"WHY!?" It didn't surprise Kidd that his father knew of involuntary weakness of his immortal Shinigami body and had a drug sufficiently for amp-ling that reason- BUT why, in all the wonders of the world, would he have given it to Patti?
His weapon.
Who was thoroughly enjoying his predicament.
Kidd resisted the urge to turn his head to the side to stare at her upside down, as she brought her finger to her chin, mocking Kidd's gestures, and narrowed her eyebrows in a deep thought. She hummed to herself as she racked her brain of the memory.
Her eyes then lit-up, obviously remembering. Her index finger stood erect before her arm stretched out pointing at Kid, a lot similar of what he had did to her a few moments ago- Only she was upside down.
"Mr. Reaper said it was your Birthday present!"
All Kidd's momentary capability of being able to speak, think and breathe- had a system melt down.
But Patti continued, oblivious to the fact Kidd was frozen solid and may not be able to function properly again- ever.
"He said," She furrowed her eyebrows and puffed her cheeks before she went about imitating the flamboyant Death God.
" KIDDO-KUN is a stubborn boy, ho ho! He can be as bright as polished door-knob sometimes. All he needs a RELAXING push! One where he not need to have a mental breakdown! And as a father I'm concerned about his well being, especially when he lives with two beautiful women, and does not indulge himself on a man's fantasies. But I'm sure you can help with that problem, right Patti-chan? Do you accept this mission?' And I said 'HAI! Mr. Reaper-san!!' and I saluted him and he then patted me on the head and gave me a cookie!!"
She made peace sign with her fingers- as the Shinigami would, and grinned as Kidd stared to de-thaw from his sudden frozen shock.
His Honourable Father…?
"He!--YOU--Why---Buh---IT---"
Kidd slapped his hand to his face, hard, to control himself, before dragging it down. He sluggish dragged his lower-eyelids, cheeks and bottom lip along with it.
" What …was it…?" he asked, emotionally drained and exasperated.
Patti blinked- still upside down- and cocked her head to the side. " I think it was shortbread? Maybe just sugar cookies- but they were skull-shaped--"
"NOT THE DAMN COOKIE!!" Kidd roared at her. But she still did not flinch. " THE DRUG!!!" He breathed heavily, as a momentarily silence was cast over them.
Patti shrugged her shoulders. " I dunno… stuff?"
Kidd put his hands on his face again, and raised his elbows as he bent back slightly. He began venting through his muffled hands.
"PATTI! WHY? Why must you put me in such difficult positions?"
"Oh the positions were hardly difficult."
Kidd was frozen in motion for the second time within that ten minute period. Did she just say what he thought she said. And did she just say it a husky and seductive voice? As Kidd met her alluring gaze, he suddenly feel his soul escaping from his gaping mouth.
"Just kidding!" She giggled before lifting herself upright to sit on the bed.
As his soul nearly left his body, Kidd's lightning reflexes snatched it in mid-air and shoved it back down his throat. He had to slap himself a few times so his head didn't commit a exorcist spin before becoming possessed and attacking the devil dressed in a Patti costume.
He knew he lost the game long before it even started.
Probably about the time he noticed her bed-time apparel.
…And how well her gloriously blessed form fit so… perfectly in that apparel.
Or maybe it was the fact he was totally oblivious to his morning appearance, being too busy pointing fingers an' all, he'd MIGHT have noticed he was clad only in his silk white pyjama top, and his silk black boxers, decorated with asymmetrical Shinigami skulls all over it. ( Gift from his Honourable Father) But funny thing was, he was not staring at his apparel, but the reflection of himself in the mirror behind Patti- who was grinning like a bitch-fox.
On his neck, and along his collar bone, were red marks- which usually happens when someone is sexually active… or molested in Kidd's situation.
There was an uneven amount of these marks.
RIGHT-O…… Three marks…
LEFT-O…….Two marks.
Patti closed her eyes before holding her three fingers out, and counting down quietly to herself.
3...2...and… 1
"WHAT THE HELLL IS THISSSS!!!???"
And the mouth of religious father, soon became the mouth of a sailor.
Strings of curses flew out, one after the other. Most of them not making any sense or fitting to this particular situation. Cussing from other languages he had only begun to learn, and words just thrown together that made not much sense.
"Fuck my life and a kolodaktilo, tu scronium es-"
Translation: Fuck my life and an (Greek) arse-finger, (Latin) You are a whore-
Patti could only grin, knowing the strange swearing in strange languages were verbally abusive- Not that it would phase her anyways.
"-fuck Muppet, chao hai, sa-mi tarai coaiele pe fatza at, geh' 'ne Kuh melken, din fula fan, and materi tvojij kovin'ka- PATTI you kraavo! What in a Kin tama omanko IS THIS?"
Translation: -(Australian) fuck muppet, (Cantonese) smelly pussy, (Romanian) drag my balls across your face, (German) Go milk a cow, (Swedish) you ugly devil, and (Ukurainian) fuck your mother with a stick- PATTI you (Czech) cow! What in a (Japanese) golden balls vagina IS THIS?
By now, Patti was rolling around on the bed in a fit of giggles. "OMANKO! Gyeheheheh!" She rolled back unto her stomach, propping her elbows up again. With half lidded eyes, that devilish grin grew wider across the face.
"Do you know what an omanko is? And sorry, no I'm not a cow-although if I had eight boobies you'd be pretty skippy about that, wouldn't you?"
Kidd blinked, almost dazed. Almost as if the last few minutes cursing his head off where completely wiped from his memory. Well, more like the image of Patti with eight breasts was burnt into his mind.
"It's a hickey Kidd." Patti said nonchalantly.
"I KNOW THAT!!! BUT WHY, IS IT THERE? AND THERE! THERE,THERE! AND WHY IS THERE ONE SIDE LESS THAN THE OTHER!!?"
He ran over to the bed and got right into her face, while angrily pointing at Patti's territorial marks adorning is skin.
"I DEMAND that you FIX IT!" Kid bellowed.
The demand was short lived, as soon a Patti threw his pants into his face. Patti slipped off the bed and walked into Kidd's walk-in-closet. She opened the large mahogany doors to find his colourized clothing, also categorized by shape and season, equalling symmetrical on the other side.
Even Martha Stewart would be envious.
Patti reached in, yanking a black hooded sweater off the hanger. Three other shirts came down with it and fell like a heap on the floor.
"Hmmm." Patti pondered.
The moment Kidd heard the sound of the falling clothes, he ripped the pants off his face and glared at the giraffe-printed-lingerie-clad blond. She merely looked at the clothing on the floor and gave her shoulders a miffed shrug.
Kidd began to grind his teeth.
"How about-" Patti drawled thoughtfully before sliding her arms into the sweater.
"-No." she concluded.
She pulled the large hoody over her almost naked body, allowing the sleeves to hang over her fingertips and have the sweater stop right below her hips- barely covering her bottom.
Kidd collapsed on his knees, feeling the tears fill into his eyes as Patti began to walk by him.
"Pwease! Pwease Patti!"
Patti paid his pathetic begging no heed. She walked by him with no mercy, and out his bedroom door. In the hallway, her beloved sister was leaning against the wall, waiting for Patti to immerge from her technicians chambers', sipping her morning-hangover coffee.
Liz lifted her tired blue eyes in nonchalant stare.
"You sure have a really cruel sense-of-humour of getting your own way, Patti."
Patti's eyes narrowed darkly as her grin stretched wider. She chuckled darkly before walking down the hall that lead into the kitchen. Liz shook her head, before looking back over at Kidd who was beating the ground with fist, exclaiming how much of a 'piece of trash' he was- in his underwear.
Liz made a long sigh.
"Typical of my sister, she's still miffed at you. Consider this torture a way of getting her revenge." She smiled as she brought the mug of hot coffee to her lips.
In a second Kidd was off the floor and grabbing Liz by the shoulder shaking her in desperation. Liz's coffee splashed all over the place.
"REVENGE?! What is she mad about? What did I do? LIZ! What did I DO?!"
"Ow. Burning…"
He let go of her, and straightened himself. Fixing his collar and smoothing back is morning hair, Kidd cleared his throat. As he opened his eyes, his hands flew to his hips.
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this." He declared firmly. " This nonsense ENDS today!"
Rolling up his sleeves he began to stomp down the hall where Patti had disappeared.
Liz blinked a stared at her nearly empty mug of coffee, the searing red welts from coffee burns on her arms and the large coffee stains on her lilac camisole top and sweat pants. And then suddenly, Kidd returned and marched by her holding a his finger into the air.
"FIRST! I need pants!"
He closed his bedroom door, only for a second before popping his head out to look at Liz still standing stunned in the hallway.
"And Liz, don't forget to clean-up that coffee mess you made."
As the door closed again, Liz clutched the coffee mug tighter, before raising it above her head, ready to smash it against the young Shinigami's bedroom door.
The door opened quickly again, as Kidd stepped out perfectly dressed. Liz quickly lowered her threatening arm and hid the coffee mug behind her back. Kidd fixed his skull shaped collar and giving himself a affirming nod before disappearing down the hall once again ( stopping half way to fix a crooked picture.)
"That coffee spill isn't going to clean itself, Liz." His voice faded behind the walls of his Honourable Father's mansion.
Liz closed her eyes and gritted her teeth again.
"I swear…one of these days…"
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"PATTI!"
Patti rolled her eyes with annoyance, before spinning around on her heels to greet him. " Want breakfast Kiddo-kun? I was going to make waffles!"
"Listen Patti we need to--- " He blinked as a childish, goofy smile spread across his lips "I like waffles."
Patti smiled evilly as she reached for a mixing bowl in the cupboard. Kidd continued to fantasize about waffles.
" A symmetrical square with smaller perfected square holes, so that you can melt your butter or maple syrup into the little holes. Whoever invented them, was a symmetrical genius. I think they are my favourite breakfast food." He grinned with glee.
" I'll cut them in three slices instead of four this time." Patti's words cut like a knife into Kidd's back.
"-And suddenly not so much…" he frowned, eyeing her with a pout. " What's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing is wrong with me Kidd-kun." She chirped with no hesitation. Kidd narrowed his eyes and tapped his finger on is chin suspiciously. Patty opened the cutlery drawer rather forcefully as she stared into the drawer.
"That doesn't mean that there is nothing wrong with you…" She mumbled lowly to herself.
"What was that? You just mumbled something discriminating against me behind you back, didn't you?"
Patty could feel his finger pointing at her back for Shinigami-only-knows how many times this morning- she couldn't help but rolling her eyes.
"And don't roll your eyes at me!"
Patti turned and crossed her arms, glaring across at Kidd. " Funny how you can be psychic on reading my emotions, but not my mind." She growled. She leaned against the counter.
Arrogantly Kidd crossed his arms and closed his eyes. " I'm not psychic. I saw you roll your eyes in the reflection in the window." He opened his golden eyes and glared back at her. " And since you refuse to tell me why you are acting like a child and so temperamental this morning, I feel I'm wasting my time even trying."
Acting like a child.
The room's air suddenly got thicker.
"What day is it, Kidd?"
The question was simple and harmless, unless you ignored the fact it was dripping with venom and acid, and it would theoretically burn anyone it was spat too. That and her eyes were continuously trying to burn a hole through that person's skull. Unless you were Kidd- who suddenly felt like he was ant under magnifying glass, under the sun's rays in the Sahara Desert, and didn't know why.
Feeling his mouth go dry, unable to, again, comprehend why it was happening, and sweat trickled down his neck. Blinking, Kidd loosened his arms that were crossed in front of him.
"Friday December 20th."
The air got even more thicker. And Kidd twitched. 'Was he wrong? It wasn't birthday, that he was sure of- mostly because Liz and Patti and beaten the dates into his skull after he made the mistake of forgetting him that ONE time.' Kidd gulped as Patti's beautiful blue eyes, darken, very much like a shark, when it was about devour their prey whole.
So…. why did it feel like he had just failed an exam?
"Am.. I wrong?" Kidd bit out.
"Oh no. You are right. You are so PERFECTLY right." Patti's words transformed from acid, to a fire's blow-torch. Kidd gulped feeling its heat.
"And what is supposed to happen today? Or should I say, this night."
"Honourable Father is having a festive celebration. The Yule Dance-" Kidd's eyes widened. The dance?
Her arms stayed cross and the moment his dumbfounded eyes met hers, she merely could only raise an eyebrow at him. Looking down at his stupidity and how clueless he was.
"THAT is what all this…cruel, sadistic, asymmetrical TORTURE is about?" Kidd's jaw gapped as Patti's glare still had not lifted.
"My Honourable Father's festive celebration? THE DANCE?!" He had to repeat again so he could actually put his thoughts together. Feeling suddenly winded, Kidd collapsed in the chair, before slapping his hand to his face, and talking into his hand as it slid down his face.
"You women …baffle me…. So preposterous…… over such a trivial-"
"Its not TRIVIA!" Patty innocently interjected.
Kidd sighed and wave her off with his hand. " Not trivia! TRI-VIAL, Patti. It means-"
"I don't care!" Patti cut him off loudly in annoyed whine. "I want to be a princess!!!"
Kidd only blinked at her, and Patti's face turned scarlet. Her embarrassed features then turned to annoyance, as Kidd's mouth opened and closed incredulously, while blinking his eyes rapidly.
"A princess?" He echoed.
Patti turned pink again, and bit her bottom lip.
He paused before settling his thoughts in the right order. He sat up straight and closed his eyes arrogantly.
"Ahh, you mean SPOILED!" Patti's eyes widened and Kidd continued. " And I'm quite certain I've spoiled both of you far too graciously and beyond the extent of a princess!" He opened his golden eyes as he paused. " Or my bank account at that matter."
Hurt flashed in Patti's eyes, as she defensively attempted to argue with the young Shinigami.
"That's not-"
But Kidd didn't let her continue. He was venting now, that was to be quite certain. Holding out his hand in front of him, he counted down his venting reasons.
"I've given you money! Toys! Dresses, manifesting every possible colour of the rainbow! Granted now I'll have to expand the lengths of your closet to BEFIT your spoiled-ness-Oh and the shoes. Do you want me to start on the shoes? There is a pair of shoes for every day of the week, breakfast, lunch and supper, Halloween Christmas, Easter, Valentines day, Earth day, Hanukah and for everyone's birthdays! Some with bows! Some with ribbons! Some with clashing polka dots!" He laughed bitterly. " A princess indeed."
Patti looked down sadly, as he still refused to make eye contact with her. He shook his head incredulously again.
"What a childish ambition."
And then the sadness was gone.
Patti lift her head slowly, as she felt her blood reach boiling point. Hell, she was ready to boil OVER. Her bright blue eyes darkened dangerously as the hated word, danced in her head. She targeted her heated glare on the young Shinigami and attempted to take his head off, with her laser stare.
That word brought so many hated memories.
Before she knew she was a weapon.
When she and her sister's were left to die on the streets. Their parents, unforgivably, abandoned them. Left to take care of each other when they were so young. They had to be strong. As her older sister, Liz tried take responsibility for her younger sibling. They were sheltered in a orphanage, but Patti never liked it there. She didn't want to talk to anyone, but her sister. She remembered the kids laughing at her.
"Baby! Baby! Patricia is such a baby! Want a bottle?"
"Are you going to cry?"
And Patti cried all the time. She cried that she was lonely. She cried when it was cold. She cried when she hungry. But Liz was there. Liz didn't yell at the boys. She ignored them. She only wanted her little sister to be happy.
But Liz looked so tired. She had to tuck her sister in every night. Make up a bed-time story. Sleep by her side. Had to feed her, when Patti was perfectly capable of feeding herself. Patti clung to her like her own shadow.
Liz had no idea how to raise a child.
It was then, when the boys decided to take their verbal abuse onto Liz. Calling her names such as, a old lady, or nanny. It was then, when Liz finally broke down and cried herself, that Patti stepped up.
Patti remember taking the boy's skull and smashing it into the concrete under bare foot, before pile driving on the poor boy's spine, fracturing his ribs and dislocating his arm from his shoulder, as she screamed into his ears, telling him to beg for forgiveness. The boy's screams of agony were deaf on Patti's ears, until Liz pulled her off from the bloody mess.
Kicked out of the orphanage, they were stoned down on the streets. Called demons. Monsters.
Devil's spawns.
Demon Children.
Living on the streets changed them. It was survival of the fittest. And when Liz was cornered with man with knife, did the two sisters finally learn of what they were. Patti transformed into the gun, and placed herself in Liz's hands.
The excitement of watching the man flee in terror, consumed them. Liz discovered she too was gifted like her sister- and thus the legacy of the Boston Thompson Sisters began.
But those words. The teasing that Patti lived with. It angered her. It made her want to hunt those kids down and beat everyone of them to the ground. And having those words come from her meister- the death god that gave them shelter, and a family that needed each other. But just as Patti found she needed to protect her older sister, she needed to protect her meister the same. She wanted to stay by his side for as long as lived. She adored him and now she found he meant a lot more to her, than she ever would imagine.
But hearing that word, come off his lips… Beloved or not. It righteously pissed her off.
"Childish ambitions?" She whispered darkly under her breath. " What part of wanting to go to the dance with my meister, is CHILDISH?"
"It's not." Kidd didn't know why he needed to assure her so quickly before she jumped to the wrong conclusions. " This over-dramatic fuss about it, is"
Before Patti could say another word. He still felt he needed to explain.
"To make such a ruckus over a foolhardy issue that's already reached a verdict." Opening his eyes, he glanced shyly at Patti's face, which didn't look happy but very confused. Kidd sighed and emphasize his point so she could understand.
"I AM going to the Dance with you."
Patti blinked, feeling her blood cool, but pink painted her cheeks as a smile stretched across her lips.
"You are?"
Sweat dripped down his neck and Kidd anxiously found he couldn't really stop any words escaping his lips. How did she make him so nervous?
"Absolutely! Nevertheless, I may be dejected of the idea of accompanying only one of my weapons to this festive event, I'll endure it! Liz has made it quite certain that she'll not be changing her mind anytime soon, no matter how much a beg- I mean plead. So my only assumption is, seeing you bear no partner as well, I will therefore be escorting you instead."
Kidd didn't know what made him more nervous… the only sound he could hear was the ticking of the kitchen clock, or Patti, who looked as if she was about to go all, bumpy faced, sprout fangs and claws before jumping onto him and ripping him into pieces.
Liz, who was eavesdropping from the dining room, slapped her hand to her face.
"Give the Death god a shovel…. He'll need it to dig an even DEEPER hole in the grave he just dug."
"So let me… get this.. STRAIGHT." Patti hissed through gritted teeth. " You are ONLY going to the dance with me BECAUSE LIZ is not going with us….and that it would make you dateless…?"
Kidd nodded. "That's correct."
Outside the kitchen, Liz closed her eyes. " Aaaaand dig."
Patti's nails scrapped across the marbled counter. " I don't like people who assume Kiddo-kun…"
"I… beg your pardon?'
Patti snarled, baring her teeth. " You assume that I'm your date, which I am not-"
"Well, why not!?" Kidd panicked and shocked how high his voice just went.
Patty gritted her teeth. " Because you assumed…. YOU… DON'T… ASSUME!!! Boys who assume-" Patty paused as she slammed open the cutlery drawer angrily and pulled out the large butcher knife. "
"BASTARDS who assume usually get castrated!!" She bellowed rather scarily.
Liz bit her lip nervously. " Oh boy…"
Patti came up to Kidd's face, pointing the knife under his chin, grinning maliciously. Kidd still did not flinch. Yes, the knife worried him, but he was sure he could diplomatically fix this dark side of Patti that suddenly immerged from under her skin.
"Somehow I've broken some secret commandment I've been misinformed about. And castrating me would be a fruitless merit- mostly on your part, because I'm quite positive, my manhood would regenerate immediately."
Patti's insane grin widened. As she lowered the shiny, clean knife to Kidd's groin area.
" Say! Why don't we find out?!"
Liz scrambled into the kitchen, her slippers sliding against the marbled floors. Grabbing the knife out of her younger sisters hands, she held high away from her grasp. Place the knife on the counter, she gestured a time-out.
"Whoa! Whoa! TIME OUT!" Liz laughed uneasily. " Let me demonstrate why THIS-" She points at the knife. "-Is NOT a good idea! Okay ONE…. Castration is not COOL. There is lots of blood. Lots of it. I mean, yes, Kidd loses just as much everyday whenever there is crooked picture frame, BUT this is still more BLOOD. Blood, I'll have to clean up. Blood that WILL stain the marble floors."
Patti rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms, as Liz shook her finger at Kidd as she continued her spiel.
"Regeneration of man-parts or not, that stain will be there EVERYDAY. And EVERYDAY Kidd will notice it, and will complain about how the room is asymmetrical and throw a fit, yadda yadda and puke up MORE blood! More blood I have to clean up- AGAIN!"
Kidd glared at her through half-lidded eyes. " Your concern on my behalf is quite touching, Elizabeth. Please, continue."
Liz turns at him smacked him in the middle of the forehead with her palm. " AND YOU!" Kidd rubbed his head.
"Can you at least show SOME type of vexation or… MAYBE act a little squeamish about having your MAN-PARTS HACKED OFF AND CHOPPED INTO TINY LITTLE BITS!? Most dudes aren't into that kind of thing- most have nightmares about it! Which brings me to question your sexuality AND sanity."
Kidd crosses his arms in annoyance. " I'm not a homosexual, if that's what you are trying to imply?"
"But insane, you are."
Kidd sighs, smacking Liz's pointed finger out his face.
"I am assured if Patti 'hacked-off,' as you put it, my prostrate, that it would grow back. Nevertheless, I'd still be immersed into excruciating amounts of agony-"
"Which would be fun." Patti added.
"-But!" Kidd eyed Patti before continuing, pointing his index finger in the air. "It would still grow back."
Patti swiped the knife off the counter, and pointed it at Kidd's face again.
"How about I just lop off your left nut, then," She sneered.
Kidd blanched. " Now that…would be cruel."
"THERE WILL BE NO LOPPING!!!"
Liz snatched the knife from Patti again and glared hard at her sister. " NOW SIT DOWN and BEHAVE!"
Patti crosses her arms dejectedly before promptly setting her bottom on the chair, across from the young Shinigami. She looked in other direction, away from Kidd. Liz then turned back on Kidd,
"And Kidd! Stop being such a dick! Just this once."
Kidd's mouth opened defensively but Liz's stern gaze shut him up real quick.
"Now…" Liz said, placing the knife back into the cutlery drawer, and closing it shut. " You two need to stay here and talk like CIVIL adults! I'm going to shower and straight-iron my hair for the dance. If I come down here and see Kidd in bloody mess on the floor- You are BOTH GROUNDED! God! You two are going to make me grey-haired and cranky by my next birthday!" She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Kidd and Patti to their thoughts.
Kidd looked away and mumbled. " She's already cranky…"
"I HEARD THAT KIDD!" She yelled from down the hall.
Wincing, Kidd glanced back at Patti, noticing Patti was looking back at him. Caught looking, Patti huffed and looked away again. Kidd sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Patti…" He tried. She didn't look at him.
"I'm at lost of what to do right now. I'm sure you are relishing the thought that you can spin my head into circles…"
It was silent still, and Kidd nervously scratched the back of his head. He suddenly felt he needed to get down on his knees and apologize- but before such action could take place, Patti's whisper cut the silence.
"Do you know why?" She asked quietly.
Kidd closed his eyes with exhaustion, and waved his hand. " Something to do with a princess, or some fairytale perhaps."
"Would that make you notice me?"
It was quiet but Kidd heard it. Blinking perplexedly, Kidd turned and looked over at her as she slouched in her chair, and brought her knees to her chest. Her lips planted in frown , her eyes began to look glazy as she stared off into the distance. She blinked before casting her sad eyes to asymmetrically painted toenails.
"I've tried you know…." She said with a long sad sigh. " Tried not acting like a child. Acting more like a woman…Mature like sis…"
Kidd snorted.
"I'd hardly categorize Liz as 'mature.' But I'm one to talk…" he laughed to himself. "I'm going to live for a long time. A very long time. And I still can't stop having a conniption fit whenever I get a hole in my sock."
Patti smiled. " You have Nee-chan and I to throw Mr. Bad Sock out! Besides," Patti looked back into the distance, her smile glowing. Kidd could only smile back, as her contagiousness spread. "You'll get over it."
Kidd sighed. "It's going to take awhile."
"We'll help you, every step of the way!"
"I'm very grateful for having you and your sister, here. And I mean it."
Kidd looked over to Patti as she smiled back at him. Kidd's cheeks pinked but he continued to smile.
" You two, Soul, Maka, Tsubaki and Black Star have made a significant difference in my life. I've noticed that a soul is not constructed by just the strength and power. Its constructed by traits, such as loyalty, courage and determination, but also by each and everyone's faults. They don't need to change themselves to fix their faults or try to be someone who they are not. The reason why we bond so well, is because we perfectly accept one another for who we are, and not for who we CAN be."
Kidd stood up from his chair and walked over to Patti. Shyly he placed his hand over hers. " You don't need to try to be someone you are not, Patti. This is what makes you Patti. I wouldn't want you any other way."
Patti bit her lip, looked down at her hand that was securely in his. " But if I continue being this Patti… Kidd-kun will never see me as woman."
"This morning was CLEARLY enough proof to me, of how much of a woman you really are. You are very…" Kidd cleared his throat nervously before looking away. "…very womanly proportionate.. "
Patti smiled but rolled her eyes. " I got boobs Kidd. I know that. But that is not what I meant." She sighed. " For once… I want you to see that I'm not a child. Not just a partner, or a weapon. Forget who I am, and look deep down…for something…"
"Something…?"
"Something that you can cherish…. Like a prince would…..for his princess."
"Patti…" Kidd hesitantly said, completely understanding what she meant. " Don't forget that I'm a Death God. I'm not…accustomed to feeling such emotions as.. 'love'"
Patti closed her eyes, feeling all those years of crying as child, bubbling to the surface.
"But…" Kidd whispered, suddenly feeling an ache in his chest as the sadness washed over Patti's face. " I do…cherish you."
Patti blinked the tears away as she made contact with Kidd's concerned amber eyes.
"And I've felt some… foreign feelings" Kidd blinked. " Make that A LOT of foreign feelings as of lately. But those feelings may develop into a deeper type of 'cherishing.'
Kidd glanced down at Patti's hand as he absent-mildly gave it an encouraging squeeze. Patti's eyes too looked down at it before her eyes trailed back to Kidd's pink face. Realizing his affectionate actions towards the weapon, Kidd pulled his hand away embarrassed, and coughed into a closed fist.
"And.." He cleared his throat again. " I'd be happy if you accompanied me to the Yule Dance this evening… As I'd…" His cheeks turned a deeper scarlet. " …I'd be your prince."
Patti felt her heart swell. Every part of her tingled with joy and excitement, so much she felt she was about explode. Holding the urge to do so, she bit her bottom lip.
"Okay!"
Kidd let go of the breath he was holding, and slumped back into his chair. A smile spread over his lips as he pushed back a few messy strands of his hair, back into place. His cheeks still painted with faint pink.
"That was incredibly… nerve wracking. And uncomfortable to hold so much oxygen in my lungs, for that long period of time. Perspired so much … I feel as if I just completed a test that I did not study for."
Patti giggled " Well, you passed with flying colours!"
Kidd sat up straight and cleared his throat one more time. He opened his golden eyes and shyly look in her glowing blue one.
"Now… I need a favour…" Kidd asked almost looking like a begging small puppy.
"Waffles?" Patty chirped.
"That…and….that hickey issue."
"Oh."
Patti stood up from the table and Kidd looked away worried he may had upset her, or pressured her to do something she didn't want to do.
But it was REALLY bothering him.
If only he kept eye contact, he'd notice the saucy and coy grin stretch across Patti's lips.
"It doesn't have to be now- although I'd prefer it- But maybe after breakfast-"
Kidd was unable to finish as he was yanked to his feet by the collar of his shirt. He blinked in surprised, as Patti's slender finger curled under the collar of his shirt and began to pull him away from the table. As she pulled him Kidd felt is feet stumble to follow. She pulled him out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Breakfast can wait." Patti purred into his ear, before giving him a good shove.
The back of his knees hit the arms of the sofa, and Kidd fell backwards into its cushions. He looked up at her stunned as can be, and so utterly naïve. Patti grinned wickedly.
"And after, I might even let you paint my toenails and fingernails."
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Later that afternoon, Tsubaki and Maka were over at Kidd's house preparing for the dance, with Liz and Patti. The girls had their dresses hanging perfectly on the wall, waiting to be worn. The girls conversed about hair and make-up. Liz showed off her collections from magazines and top-of-the-line products.
Patti, for once, was not running amuck and making childish comments. Instead she hummed as she got her outfit together, swaying her hips as she walked and giggling to herself in spurts of randomness. Tsubaki and Maka could only raise their eyebrows at the peculiar behaviour the girl was portraying. Liz could only roll her eyes and continued applying her eyeliner.
Sitting on one of the sofa's in the mansion's powder room, Patti applied her candy flavoured lip gloss with extreme perfection, as she followed her reflection in the metal round mirror in front of her.
Liz applied some smokey-hued-eyeshadow and faintly applied some soft blush to her cheeks.
Tsubaki pulled out the last curler on the ends of her silky raven hair. Pulling at the wide coil, she let go, allowing the curl to bounce playfully along her shoulders. Satisfied, she sat across from Patti and pulled out the metal mirror in front of her. She pulled out her mascara and began to gently touch-up her long thick lashes. As she went to apply the same action her other eye, she stopped, noticing Maka sitting behind her, in the mirror's reflection. Closing the lid, she turned around on her cushion and looked over at Maka.
Maka was sitting on the couch, away from the mirrors, staring worriedly at her dress hanging on the wall. She was hugging her knees, with a pillow planted firmly between them and her head. Maka sighed and closed her eyes.
"Maka-chan, is something the matter?" Tsubaki asked concerned.
Maka only buried her head into the pillow further.
Liz too was applying mascara to her lashes. " After all the booze she consumed last night, I dare say there is. For a first-timer anyways."
Patti placed her blush brush down and peeked over her mirror. " Maka-chan was such a booze hound! Ehehe!"
Still without looking, Liz moistened the tip of her mascara to complete the other eye- knowing if she didn't do just as good as the first one, her meister would be the first to point it out. Although, concerning the circumstance, the Death God might be a little preoccupied. Liz pointed to the glorious grand bathroom behind her, with her thumb.
"Over the sink, I have aspirin. It should do it justice."
"Thanks.. But I don't need them." Maka mumbled. " I don't have a hangover anymore. I puked the hangover out of me…"
Liz smirked.
"I just…" Maka mumbled again, looking away from the gorgous dress to one of the grand balcony windows. " I just feel… I dunno… that maybe…. The dance was a bad idea."
Both sister stopped applying make-up, as Tsubaki's cerulean eyes widened with shock.
"What do you mean, sweety?"
Tsubaki was already on her feet and walking over to Maka's gloomy couch. Patti stood up abruptly and pointed her finger at her.
"Them's quit'n words!!!"
Liz stood up completely shocked and looked at Maka then the dress on the wall.
"But you bought such a beautiful dress. How can you buy a dress and NOT WEAR IT!?" Liz exclaimed aghast.
Sighing softly to herself, planted herself next to Maka, who's face was still hidden in one of Kid's embroidered pillows. Putting a reassuring hand on Maka's shoulder, Tsubaki cocked her head to the side trying to peek under the pillow to see Maka's expression.
"Maka, honey talk to me… Did something happen between you and Soul last night?"
Maka stirred from her position and peeked over the pillow's ears, her green eyes shimmering with tears. She looked away.
"No…." Maka then looked back at Tsubaki, and pink traveled to her face. " …Maybe."
"Ooh details!" Liz was in front of Maka within seconds, seated on the coffee table, biting her lip with anticipation. Patti was standing behind her one hand on her hip, cocking her head to the side, grinning down at her.
"Did you and Soul, try to make babies?"
Maka's face turned scarlet.
"WHAT?! NO!!"
Liz smiled. " Oh so just the spanking?"
"Spanking!?"
"Oh you know, you take of your clothes, he takes of his, or maybe you both take off each others. Either way you then slap groins with one another-"
"NO! NO! AND NO!!" Maka's face wasn't hiding anymore, she was glowing red, but her mouth was gaping like a fish, confounded by Patti and Liz's gutter brains.
"Tongue wrestled?" Patti quirked.
"NO!"
"Blow-"
"Don't EVEN finish that. NO! Are you two MENTAL?" Maka flipped, feeling her toes were now the colour of her face.
A devilish grin spread across the elder Thompson sister's face. " Naaah. Just experienced." Patti's smile soon mirrored her sisters.
Maka blinked, her mouth still open. " Since when?!"
Liz smirked. " Since. Ever."
Maka put up her hands, as Liz just about opened her mouth to share. " SHHT!" Maka shushed. " DON'T! I don't want to know!" Maka closed her eyes and shook her head like a etch-and-sketch trying so hard to erase the dirty mental images of her and Soul, thanks to Liz's lecherous mind.
Tsubaki, almost ignoring the entire banter between the two girls, placed her hand back on Maka's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"What happened, sweety?"
Maka opened her eyes, and her tense shoulders sagged. Refusing to make eye contact with any of the girls, Maka looked down onto her lip where the pillow lay.
"There…was an outfit…." Maka mumbled as she fiddled with her fingers. " That Blair got me…"
"Oooh!" Liz cooed. " Was it lacy?"
Maka closed her eyes, nodding her head, as her cheeks, that had just returned to the natural state, began to glow once again.
"Oh yeah."
Patti sat next to her excited older sister. " Feathers?"
"Yeah-huh."
"Transparent?" Liz added, her smirk growing wider.
"Totally."
"Nice!" Liz grinned nodding her head. Patti giggling next to her.
Maka's eyes shot open, once again appalled by the weapon. " So NOT!" Maka blushed. " I nearly KILLED him?"
Patti broke into a fit of laughter. Tsubaki smiled nervously. Liz slapped her knee and winked at Maka.
"Trust me Maka, the nosebleed thing, it's a good thing. It means he likes you!"
Maka's face turned scarlet again, and had no choice but to bury her face into the pillow again. Tsubaki rubbed her back reassuringly, and feeling slightly sorry for the poor girl.
"Oh!" Liz continued. " And if he stares at your breasts, don't take it personally. It just means that his eyes are open."
Maka groaned into the pillow.
Tsubaki pat her back. " Then what?"
Maka lift her face from the pillow slowly- long enough to glare at Liz's sleazy grin on her face.
"He gave me his sweater…."
Liz scoffed and stood up. " Oh are you kidding me?! No naked pretzel? Or semi-naked pretzel?"
Patti laughed again, as Tsubaki gave them a scolding glare.
"NO!" Maka repeated again. " There was no naked ANYTHING! I thought I made that clear the first time!"
"But you were wearing sexy underwear." Patti pried.
Maka rolled her eyes and looked away, grumbling. " If I could call it underwear…" Catching Liz's smirk as she stood above with her hands on her hips. Maka glared.
"Which Soul's sweater covered COMPLETELY! It was huge on me. He's got huge broad shoulders, you know…"
"So I've noticed." Liz purred.
Maka shot her a deadly, protective glare.
Liz raised a brow. " Jealous?"
Maka opened her mouth, but Tsubaki's hand cupper her cheeks, and forced Maka's face to turn her way.
"Focus, sweety. Don't mind them."
Maka's eyes darted back to Liz for one more glare, before looking back at Tsubaki. Tsubaki's hands let go of Maka's face.
"So we talked…" Maka ignored Liz yawning from the corner of her eye. " I bashed his head into the coffee table when he lied to me…"
Patti snorted before laughing once again.
Liz shook her head, putting her hand over her mouth. " Oi.. Poor guy."
"And we talked some more… and I ended up falling asleep… in his lap."
Liz threw her arms in the air. " Oh for crying out loud! That's not-"
"STRAD-DLING him!" Maka emphasized, still glaring at Liz.
Liz was seated again in front of Maka. She weaved her fingers together, and placed them underneath her chin, giving Maka a smug look.
"That's better! Soooo, what happened during the straddling part? Neck nibbling? A little groping? Or maybe a bit of grinding?"
"Can you GET your mind out of the GUTTER for three seconds?" Maka glared. She crossed her arms and slouched back into the chair. " Besides… I can't remember…" She mumbled quietly, as her cheeks darkened.
Liz held her hand up. " I vouch the groping!"
Tsubaki gave Liz a flick to Liz's shoulder, with back of her hand. Tsubaki turned her attention back to Maka.
"How was Soul this morning?" Tsubaki pressed.
Maka blinked, thinking back to early this morning. She remembered Soul turning towards her, as she walked into the kitchen like a zombie. He had grinned, showing off his jagged teeth and continued to make breakfast in Maka's pink apron.
"Soul was…Soul… I guess." Maka reasoned. She raised and eyebrow. " A little cockier than usual, but fine." Her expression turned into a grumpy scowl. " Had the balls to remind me about the outfit, and wasn't afraid to make certain comments about it."
Patti puffed up her cheeks and glared, imitating Maka. " Maka CHOP!!"
Liz's hands went back to her knees. She closed her eyes disappointed and sighed.
" Well that was anti-climatic. Here I was thinking' you two ACTUALLY made some progression in your relationship." She stood up, and could feel Maka glaring at her again.
"What RELATIONSHIP?" Maka spat. " I don't have a relationship, REMEMBER? I'm just his flat-chested, bookworm of partner. Nothing else!"
Tsubaki frowned as Maka looked down. Maka furrowed her brows and looked down at her hands angrily, as they closed into fists.
"Flat-chested book loving partner, who can't get ANY date." She added. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Who am I kidding, Soul won that bet long ago…"
Tsubaki's eyes softened sadly, as Maka buried her head back into the pillow.
"Then give up." Liz hissed.
Tsubaki and Maka's head shot up to look at the glaring weapon.
"Liz that's not a --" Tsubaki rebuked.
Liz held her hand out to Tsubaki, silencing her. Liz leaned over and trapped Maka between her and the sofa.
"Then give-up Maka Albarn. Run away with your tail between your legs, like the coward you are, while some BETTER girl snatches your partner away from right under your nose."
Maka's eyes darkened as they did in battle. "You of all people know, I am not a coward." She growled.
"Then prove it." Liz drawled out. " Take out all those uncertainties and flush em'! Get rid of them. Face the dance, face Soul like the fear-less person you claim to be."
Maka's eyes hardened before she turned her head away. " Its not that easy."
Liz growled. " Make it easy! You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Maka turned her head slowly, and looked up at Liz, still angry but surprised.
"Ya' gonna watch some prissy little hoe, come along and sweep your man of his feet? Or you going to fight for him?"
"How?" Maka whispered before raising her voice, not liking how Liz was cornering her. " How the hell, am I supposed to do that! HE won the bet! I have no date for this stupid dance! NONE!"
The pushy arrogant attitude of the elder weapon, transformed into a sly grin. " Ah, well as far as I know, he has no date either."
Maka blinked, furrowing her brows.
Liz got closer to Maka, expecting Maka to move away from her But Maka did not move, cringe or move. Her determined eyes glared right back into Liz. And Liz couldn't help but smirk even more.
"The bet ain't over till the fat lady sings, ma chicka!" Liz shrugged her shoulders. " Well, until the dance is over- But still! That allows us to gain some more tactics."
"What are you getting at?"
Liz waved her two fingers in front of Maka's serious face. " You don't have date. He doesn't have a date." Maka's eyes widened in realization. Liz raised a brow smug.
"The game is still on. SO, if you manage to get a date before HE does- You win."
Maka raised a brow. " And how do you propose, I do that?"
Liz grinned before wrapping her arm around Maka, pulling Maka to her side with on arm. Liz's other free arm stretched out and began metaphorically painting a picture.
" Picture this! Maka Albarn walks onto the dance floor in mind-numbing, jaw dropping GORGEOUS dress! She glows and every male within twenty foot radius, drops to the floor and worships the ground she walks on!"
Maka raised her eyebrow at the unrealistic scenario.
Liz nudged her with her elbow. " Ever seen a female cat in HEAT in alley full of toms? THAT kind of scenario."
"That's kind of scary…" Maka said truthfully.
Liz ignored her honesty and let go of Maka. She then turned and pointed her finger at Maka. " Making Soul EAT those words and epically FAIL on that bet, while he's off in a corner, weeping babies!"
"Babies?" Maka raised a brow uncertain, and concerned as Liz animatedly began to weep like Soul would.
Patti laughed. " AHAHAH! BABIES!!"
Liz stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips, giving Maka a challenging glare.
"So how about it?"
"As much I appreciate your…visual imagination on my succession, I still cannot see how you'd pull it off. Yeah, it's a unbelievably gorgeous dress, but me… I'm not exactly jaw-dropping material. Plus When I talk to boys, I can't really pull off anything cool or witty. Most of the time I can make a few vowel sounds then I need to hide for the rest of the night. Unless its battle tactics'…" Maka wavered.
Patti walked over and wrapped her arms around Maka's neck, Patti smiled. " Remember Cinderella? All you need is a fairy god-mother!"
"Fairy Godmothers in this case." Liz added.
Maka stood up from the sofa and crossed her arms, rising to the challenge.
"Can you do it?"
Liz and Patti 's smirk stretched over the main proportion of their faces, at the same time.
"Oh you have no idea."
As Maka allowed herself to be escorted towards the bathroom, by the two evilly grinning sisters, Tsubaki sighed.
"Oh dear."
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Soul found himself preparing himself for the dance in one of the common guest rooms in Shibusen. Since he had to help set-up he might as well get ready now, and not worry about it later. Staring at his reflection in a full length mirror, he was clad in his black pin-stripe pants, over his silk, crimson red dress-shirt. Adjusting the collar of the dress shirt, he reached over to the solid silk black tie, hanging over the mirrors edge. Wrapping it around his neck, he began to make the tie's knot. Pulling it just under the edge of the collar, it let the tie drape over his crimson clad chest.
"Watchya getting' all fancied up like a pansy, for?"
Soul's crimson eyes rolled to the back of his skull. " Do you know how to knock, Black Star?"
Black Star collapsed in the small sofa, stretching his legs out on the coffee table. Black Star scoffed.
"Nyahaha! The great and awesome Black Star doesn't need to knock! No closed door will stop-"
"Get off my jacket." Soul tugged on the suits jacket that was hanging off the back of the chair, the same chair Black Star sat on. Black Star moved slightly and Soul yanked it free. As Soul hung the jacket over his arm, he looked down at Black Star, looking for an explanation.
Black Star grinned and shrugged. " Your window was open."
Soul rolled his eyes again and hung the jacket on the mirror. " Freaking ninja…" Soul murmured as he walked towards the dresser in front of the window.
"Hey!" Black Star retorted, eyes following Soul as he walked past him. " Freaking ninja of Awesome-ness!"
Soul grabbed the Shinigami skull-shaped cufflinks, he had placed on the dresser. He looked out the window, where the overcast sky blanketed the skies. Soul frowned, before looking down and attaching the cufflinks expertly, to his shirt's cuffs.
"You look good tonight, Black Star." Soul started, a grin stretching onto his face.
"Man, you coming on to me? I didn't-"
"No, dipshit! I'm talkin' about that you look like you actually put some time and effort into your 'look' tonight. Not sloppy and lazy like usual."
Black Star raised a brow and looked down at himself. Soul was right to what he said. Black Star wore a solid black suit, with a light blue dress shirt underneath, tucked neatly into his pants, and silver star belt buckle. A navy blue silk tie tied neatly to the collar. Silver star cufflinks were adorned on the cuffs.
Soul fixed the last cufflink. " Wouldn't have to do anything with Tsubaki would it. Like the need to impress her."
"Pssht. As if I need to impress her! I already impress her! I'm just going to sweep her off her feet, like the king of awesome-ness I AM!"
"Good luck with that."
There was silence as Soul grabbed his jacket and threw it on, adjusting the cufflinks. Black Star raised an eyebrow as Soul continued to get ready. Black Star closed his eyes.
"How'd it go with you and Maka last night?"
Soul paused, as he had began to button up the suits jacket. He shook his head before continuing again.
"You imply as if something happened. Which something did not." Soul walked back to the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. He wasn't really fond of keeping things from Black Star. He had considered telling Black Star, everything that happened last night, but he was familiar with Black Star's big mouth…. Maka would hear of it sooner or later, thus Soul will have magnified, massive crater of book spine, permanently imbedded into his skull. He'd like to avoid that.
" She was drunk, passed out and puked all night."
"Light weight." Black Star teased.
"Considering it was Maka's first time, and she drank THAT much, I don't think you have the right to even call her a light weight. You on the other hand," He finished the fixes and turned to Black Star slipping his hands into his pockets.
"You should be dead from alcohol poisoning, after all you consumed last night." Soul grinned.
Black Star grinned. " As if. I'm too awesome to be killed by something measly as alcohol!"
"Tell that your liver then."
Soul grabbed a box off the floor, that was filled with loads of music records. As Black Star stood up, Soul passed him the box.
"Since your early, you and your awesome-ness can help me carry these boxes down to the Auditorium."
Black Star picked up the box and placed it under his arm just as Soul picked up the other, mimicking Black Star's actions. Soul then looked down at his watch.
"Have you seen Kidd? He was supposed to be here half an hour ago."
Black Star shrugged as he opened the door. " Late I guess."
"Uh…We are talking about the same person right? OCD Kidd? Mr. Punctuality? He's never late, Black Star…"
"I dunno!" Black Star drawled out, letting Soul walk past him as he closed the door to the Common room. "Stuck in traffic? Forgot to pick up the dry cleaning? Stuck on the crapper?"
"The visual images were fine, until the last one." Soul commented dryly.
Black Star smirked before slapping Soul on the back. Soul staggered from the impact and glared at him. Black Star only grinned.
"OH yeah! Congratulations on winnin' the bet, man!"
Black Star's appraisal was cut short as Soul said nothing. The only sounds were their own footsteps from their Italian dress shoes, on the clean school's marble floor. Black Star blinked trying to catch Soul's expression under the messy strands of his stark white hair. Black Star caught Soul's crimson eyes staring intently ahead of him. Soul blinked and without moving his head, his eyes looking back at Black Star's slouched position.
Black Star raised his eyebrow, confused on Soul's non-celebrating behaviour. Soul closed his eyes and sighed for a moment before focusing back to the hallway in front him.
"Dude… you're supposed to go 'Yay.' Not all depressed, like someone kicked your dog."
"I didn't win, Black Star." Soul sighed. " In fact, I lost days ago."
"Since when?"
"Since I punched the faces-in of all those assholes, in the men's bathhouse."
Black Star grinned, nodding his head. " Oh yeah. Good times. That was awesome."
Soul sighed and stop walking, as Black Star turned to him. "So what? Maka found out? Or did someone press charges-?"
"No. The point of the bet was that Maka wasn't supposed to get a date. All those rejects in the bathhouse, were standing in line, ready to ask her. Meaning if I didn't go all…ape-shit, Maka would've won. I just kind of-"
"Struck them down like a bunch of bowling pins, so Maka would receive the gutter ball?" Black Star finished.
"Basically, yeah." Soul mumbled, suddenly scared on how Black Star got so observant… and philosophical.
" So you sabotaged her chances? Big deal! She don't need to know any of that! Sometimes you got to play it dirty- and honestly, WHO CARES! Those lower cretins had it coming! I didn't give you the stage that day so you could go all EMO on me bitch like a little girl, because you regret doin' it."
"Oh hell," Soul laughed darkly. "Don't get me wrong. I don't regret it. I'd do it over, and over again- no hesitation. Those sons-of-bitches were marking on my territory and they needed the sufficient warning. I still remember it my sleep; The satisfying crunch of their nose under my knuckles. Watching their teeth fly out of their mouths-"
"Crying for their mommies nyahaha!" Black Star slapped Soul on the back again, as they snickered and grinned to each other. They began to walk again, and they reached the stair case.
"Kidd wasn't actually a pansy either that day! He let you beat the crap out of them!" Black Star chortled. Soul grinned remembering the Death God's honourable words, before pummelling the crap out of the lecherous boys. As Soul reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped. The smug grin left his face, only to replaced by a worried frown.
"But….That's just it, Black Star."
Black Star slid down the banister, and landed beside him. Soul tapped on finger on the banister in anxiety- something he used to do as a kid, when he was forced to play the piano. Funny then… he's always hit the piano's "G" note, enjoying the high cord's ring. Soul sighed before running his hand through his wild white hair.
"This time, I've lost. The moment she walks through those doors tonight. I have no power to stop any, ass wipe from coming onto Maka."
"Just hit em off her.'"
"I can't." Soul growled. " This damn punishment has me on thin ice. If I break the rules again-"
"Who cares!"
"I do! I'll be kicked out! I won't be able to protect Maka… or even see her." He began to walk ahead of Black Star. "I'm not risking it!" He stated defiantly.
"That's why I forfeit. Maka won."
Shocked, Black Star watched Soul's back as he walked towards the open grand doors of Auditorium. Mimicking Soul's anxious tapping on the banister, Black Star went into deep into thought. The tapping stopped and Black Star grinned wickedly.
"What if… there WERE no guys to compete with?"
Soul rolled his deep crimson eyes grumpily, but kept walking.
" Yeah, right! Kidnap every single guy and tie them up in broom closet why don't chya?" Soul mocked sarcastically, before turning around to glare at the blue-haired assassin.
"Honestly, Black Star could you be more realistic here? There is no-"
Soul blinked, only to find him staring ONLY at the brown box, sitting in the middle of the floor. Soul closed his eye in exhaustion and annoyance, before, rubbing his temples with his free hand.
"Oh this can't be good…"
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Maka soon discovered, being a star- guest on Patti and Liz's EXTREME Make-over challenge, was very similar to being strapped down to the metal examination table, in Stein's laboratory, about to be dissected.
All of Maka's self conscious feelings about her body were thrown out the window, the moment she was left alone with the two weapons, where she literally tackled to the ground, like a foot ball opponent, then had her clothes ripped off of her- Maka felt like screaming out 'rape,' as the two girls grabbed Maka the feet and arms, and LITERALLY threw her into the bathtub.
Spitting out water as she reached the surface, feeling like a drenched cat- at least that's the look she was giving them- Maka soon discovered she was in big trouble.
Patti stood before her, holding the shampoo bottle, with a maniacal grin on her face. Liz stepped in front of her with what looked like a sponge and a spanking stick….
Why did she fear for her life?
"Since I just did my nails, Patti will be washing you instead." Liz wickedly grin.
Terrified, Maka curled into a ball and backed up to the corner of the tub. One arm covering herself, the other arm out stretch warning them to stay away.
"Honestly, I am perfectly capable of washing MYSELF! Thank you!"
Liz only grinned more, before passing Patti the strange sponge-spanking-stick thing. Patti took and hoist onto her back, like a batter would with a baseball bat. Liz nudged her head over to Maka's direction.
"Scrub down first. Then the hair."
Patti grinned as Liz passed her another item, which looked to be a grey lava rock. Patti tossed the rock into the air before catching it again. As she began walking to Maka's direction, Maka pressed herself further into the porcelain surface of the tub.
"Wait! WAIIIIT!" She cried out desperately. " What are those!? What are you going to do to me?!"
Liz slung the dry towel over her shoulder. " THESE? This is a soap stone- for you feet and that's a loofah, Maka. It takes off alllll the dead skin and reaches all 'hard to reach' places. You'll love it, you might as well call this your pleasure stick…. Since, well, you don't have Soul's."
Maka glared at her as red painted her cheeks, oblivious to the fact, that Patty was now standing behind her.
"You JUST had to go to a gutter-place, didn't you?"
Liz only smiled before walking out of the bathroom, and closing the door behind her, laughing to herself. Tsubaki was waiting in powder room, concern etched all over her face.
"Liz… is this really necessary." She asked quietly. " Maka-chan is already beautiful-"
"She is." Liz said sitting down. "But her poor self-esteem is showing her a whole different Maka. So what we need to do, is wash that bad Maka away."
"But-"
"Don't worry Tsubaki, she'll be fine." Liz smiled genuinely, patting the other weapon's shoulder.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!'" Maka screamed from inside the bathroom. " PATTTTTI!"
"Scrub! Scrub! SCRUB!!!" Patti chanted evilly.
"THE LOOFAH IS SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE DEAD SKIN!! NOT MY VERY-MUCH ALIVE SKIN!!! AHHH!"
"Keep wiggling little worm! I got a steel grip on you!!!" Dark Patti laughed manically.
"W-WAIT! Not the feet! NOT THE FEET!! I'm tick- AHAHAHA! NO! NO!!!! AHAH!!NOOO!!!!!!"
Slack-jawed, Tsubaki, turned her attention away from the doorway, to look at Liz, incredulously. Liz shrugged sheepishly.
"Still works in progress though."
"TSUUUUUBAAAAAAKIIIII!!!! HELLLLP MEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S TORTURING MEEEE!!!!"
"Shampoo-time!!!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF SHINIGAMI! NO! NOO!"
Liz laughed as she relaxed into the couch, looking at the door, hearing the squeak of the tub, as someone desperately trying to get away. Splash after splash, it sounded as if, someone had jumped into the tub with the other, to hold the other one down.
"Maka's so adorable." Liz cooed.
"AHHHH MYYY SCALP!!!!"
"RINSE TIME!!!!!" There was loud splash as if someone had dumped a massive bucket of water into the tub. Maka's shrill reach a higher octave note.
"OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! THAT'S FREEZING!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!???"
"Cry me a river, wormy! It's not THAT cold!"
"It SO was! I SWEAR its cold enough- IS THAT ICE!?"
"You're imagining things, worm! CONDITIONER TIME!"
"THAT'S FREAKING ICE! YOU POURED FREAKIN- NAHHHHHH! MY SCALP!!! AGAIN!!!"
Tsubaki's face had paled considerably, her fingers covered mouth in shock as she stared at the door, watching water puddle form, under the door's trimming. Liz stood up and smiled to Tsubaki.
"I need a beer! Can I get you anything, Tsubaki?"
Tsubaki tore her eyes away from the door, and blinked distractedly. " Um..I--"
"AHH! You got conditioner in my EYES!!!"
"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
"Beer? Cola? Water? Wine? Vodka? Beer?" Liz suggested.
"Um…"
"TSSSSUUUUUUBBBBBAAAAAAAKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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If looks could kill, Maka would have had everyone in piles of dust right now.
And as Maka was fuming, seated in one of the chairs, in a over-sized pink house-coat, melon-scented green goop plastered all over her face, she found she disliked being a woman more and more. Arms crossed, she blew one of her blond strands out of her face- only to have that strand cake itself into the face mask. Maka grumbled incoherent words under her breath, as she angrily lifted her arm up to pull it out, which she did, after she shook her arm free from the oversize sleeves of the house coat.
Liz slapped her hand away and hissed at her. " I said, don't touch it."
Maka's eyes blazed. " I was picking a HAIR OUT!" She yelled, her voice raising.
After the torture-bath and smothered to death in towels, Maka had her hair yanked out of her scalp with every brush and comb in existence. Hair spray, and foam caked into her head. And then full-blasted heat blown into face, to dry her hair- where she was quite positive, the hair dryer had scorched the tops of her ears. All done by, Patti of course. When Liz took over on her hair, Maka let out a sigh of relief.
But only for a moment.
Liz threw a bottle of 'Honey-scented Goat Milk Body Lotion to Patti, and Maka was feeling severely awkward again. Patti had yanked off her towel, like a magician, leaving Maka sitting naked and exposed in her chair. Patti began lathered her down- Which Maka soon discovered 'lather' in Patti's dictionary, meant to rub you down until there were friction burns, scathed skin, and oh yeah.. BLOOD.
And after having fun with Mr. Loofah, Maka may never feel her skin again.
After passing Maka a house-coat and applying the face mask, Liz pulled up her hair, pinning it up high on the top of her head. As Maka had stared at her expression in the mirror, she turned her to the side grumpily, as she reminded herself of one the tiny little troll characters, Soul had on the end of his pencils.
And then to make matters worse, Liz took massively large pink curlers and rolling them into the ends of her hair.
"Great, Maka." Maka mumbled to herself. " Now you look like a WHO from ."
Maka had to even glare at Tsubaki, as she had desperately tried to hold in a snort. But failed miserably.
Patti returned in the room, Maka anxiety returned as she stared at the items Patti had returned with. She raised a brow at the giraffe printed oven mitts, what looked to be a paint brush and jar of hot wax-
'Oh dear god no.'
As Liz made a grab for one of Maka's loofah-scrubbed clean legs, Maka leapt off the chair backwards. Landing on the ground and she backed up, bumping into the tables of the powdered room.
"No no no no! No! and NO! There is no way in HELL you are doing that SHIT to me!"
Liz rolled her eyes and placed her hand on her hips. " Come off it Maka, its not that bad."
Maka shook her head repeatedly. " After the HELL you two just put me through, ABSOLUTELY FREAKING NOT!" She stated crossing her arms in front of her like an "x"
"But you're almost done." Liz stated, nodding her head to Patti. Patti smirked and began walking towards Maka, hands out ready to tackle.
Panicking, Maka's eye widened in terror as Patti neared her. Maka looked around the room for something to defend herself with. Sitting on the towel on the table behind her, was ol' Mr. Loofah. Not even hesitating, Maka grabbed the wet wooden handle of the heavy wet sponge-stick. Holding it up like a baseball bat, Maka planted her feet, ready to admonish any wrath to the prowling girl in front of her, with Mr. Loofah.
"Patti! Stay the hell away from me!" Maka warned.
Tsubaki had turned away from them all, facing the doorway so she could try so hard to stifle her snorts. Liz sighed.
"Maka, be reasonable. You are only making it harder for herself." Liz said walking over to the looking girl.
Patti only grinned as she began to circle Maka, like a vulture. Maka gulped as Liz began to circle her the other way, not as terrifying as Patti, but she was still concerned she had to focus on both of them. Looking over her shoulder and back to Patti, Maka pivoted her foot back and forth, waving Mr. Loofah. She backed up by the open window.
Maka narrowed her eyes.
"If you think for a SECOND! I'm going to let you pour hot-burning wax all over my body, you have another thing coming!"
"That sounds kinda kinky."
With a freight, Maka whipped around to the open window, behind her. She instinctively swung Mr. Loofah to the direction, the voice came from, hitting the perpetrator with the back hand of the wooden brush, instead of the sponge side, smashing it into their face.
Maka blinked seeing, a blue hair ninja, in a suit, crouched down on the windowsill, with a loofah brush imbedded into his face.
"Black Star?" Maka questioned.
Black Star rubbed his cheek, wincing. " Holy crap Maka! What did you hit me-" He stopped, blinking his turquoise beady eyes, before he snorted loudly, a goofy grin spreading across this face.
"Pfft! Maka, you ain't coming to the dance like THAT, are you? Nyahah!"
Blushing embarrassingly, she grabbed the collar of her giant, house-coat and pulled them over her body, making sure he could not see any bit of cleavage. Eyes blazing, Maka gritted her teeth.
Oh where was here text books when she needed them.
"Black Star! YOU! YOU-"
"Patti now! While she's distracted!" Liz commanded.
Maka didn't have time to turn around to even look, as Patti leapt off one of the couches, and tackled Maka to the floor. Black Star blinked, looking down at the two girls wrestling on the floor.
"Man…. I should come over to your sleepovers instead."
Liz casually walked over, passing some rope to Patti, as Maka grunted trying to get away.
"You are welcome to use a door, you know." Liz said dryly, eyes not leaving Patti and Maka on the floor. A evil smile of pleasure etched on her features.
Black Star snorted. " Not for a god like me!"
Tsubaki stomped over to the blue haired ninja, and grabbed him by the lobe of his ear. Black Star winced.
"Ow Owe Tsubaki!" He whined.
"What did I tell you about barging into a girl's room? You are lucky that Maka was in housecoat!" Tsubaki scolded as she let go, after dragging him to the door.
Black Star rubbed his sore ear. " Ah its not like, she has anything worth seein' anyways."
In the midst of the scuffling and Maka kicking and screaming, Patti held the side of her face, into the rug, her knee pressing the back of Maka's neck, Maka glared hard at Black Star.
"URGH!! I HEARD THAT!!!!"
Sauntering over to Tsubaki and Black Star, Liz crossed her arms. " What are you doing here, Black Star?" Black Star grinned.
"I have proposition to make."
"Ooh big words." Liz taunted, but Black Star waved her off.
"Because I'm a big man!"
"What makes you think I'd be interested?" Liz stated her eyebrow raising.
Black Star crossed his arms behind his head. " Because it involves a certain meister…" he eyed over to Maka being tied up, over-kill style, by Patti on the floor. " Annnnd, her weapon."
Liz grinned. " I'm listening."
Black Star shrugged. " Consider it like a match-making game."
Patti perked up from her tying. She grinned like a child.
"I like games!"
Maka grunted painfully underneath her.
Liz opened the door suggestively. Tsubaki worriedly looked between the evil grin that her meister and the weapon, wore on their faces. Once, Patti trotted over, leaving Maka on the floor, looking more like a WORM.
"Oi…" Maka growled.
Liz patted Black Star on the back. " Lets discuss this over a few beers, shall we?"
Black Star grinned. " I like the way you think, woman."
Tsubaki looked back at Maka worriedly. " But Maka-"
Patti pat Tsubaki on the back reassuringly, pushing her out the door. " Don't worry. Little worm ain't going ANYWHERE."
"You guys!!!!!" Maka grunted trying to move. Desperately trying to loosen her binds. Maka flopped back and forth. She grunted again
" THIS ISN"T FUNNY!!!!!!!"
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Blood coated the brick walls, and bathed into the cobble stone street. Wide bloodshot eyes stared blankly and lifeless to the grinning moon peeking though the dark ominous clouds, as the exhausted sun had only just descended.
It was in the winter solstice now, the moon awoke much earlier.
Blood splatter, caked the corpses hair and face. A wide, severed slice along the victims neck dripped more liquid crimson as the skin's discolouration resembled a pasty blue. Blood spoiled the perfectly tailored suit, crimson clashing with stark white. Behind the splayed victim, lying on the cold winter road, a girl whimpered in terror as her wide eyes stared terrified at the body before her. Her white ball gown, drenched in her former partner's blood. Her corsage, no longer pure and innocent, but tainted with death and sin. Blood and tears melded, as her mouth could only open and close, making wretched whimpering and an uncontrollable sobbing.
A figure stood before her, standing her former partner, and date's, blood, ruining their shoes.
"Why..Why are you.. Doing this..?" She gasped for air, as heaved with every sob.
There was a flash of silver, and murderer's arm transformed. Shining in the darkness, it glinted with lethal power. Markus Fisher stood in the shadows, or what was left of him. The soul long gone, replaced by a power-hungry demon that did nothing but consume, and destroy.
Fisher grinned, his teeth glinting as his weapon. Bloodthirsty.
"Because you were both weak."
Pointing his arm of power at her broken and wretched soul, the girl's scream was smothered, as her blood painted the walls. Pulling his arm back, the silver appeared, hiding the transformation of his arm. The demonized weapon looked down at his fist, to see a glowing blue soul.
Bringing its innocence to its lips, Fisher opened his mouth, rows of long fangs morphed from the demon's mouth, a long black tongue slithered around the soul, admonishing a taste.
Instead of the grotesque mouth consuming the soul, the mouth closed. A frown painted its features, before transforming into a sneer.
"Not powerful enough…" He hissed.
Seizing the soul roughly, it squeezed the soul with intense constriction. Soon the demon's long revolting sharp nails extended, piercing the soul. White glowing liquid slid out of the penetrations and dripped down along the demon's arm. Still squeezing the soul soon broke, like a water balloon. Glowing smoke snaked out of the crushed soul and disappeared.
The demon growled.
"You've been following me for some time… witch."
Out of the shadows, she walked out. Her bare feet, toenails painted with black nail polish and yellow arrows, stepped into the growing pool of blood. Her long arms, painted with a snake tattoo coiling around the length of her arm, reached up grabbing the hood that hid her face. As she pulled the black snake-eyed hood down allowing the silver bangles to clang together.
"That's not the tone you should be giving your mother." Medusa mocked the hurt. Her reptilian snake eyes glowing malignantly.
Fisher straightened, shaking the blood off his arm.
"You stink of deception, darkness and power." He licked the blood stained finger. The whites of his eyes wasting away and turning into darkness.
" I must taste it."
From his torso, a translucent stream immerge, it's tentacle split turning into a claw. With intense speed the limb attacked the witch. Medusa did not flinch, her glowing purple soul, swelled and the dark serpent surrounding her soul, struck the invading arm- severing it completely.
"How rude." Medusa hissed, the dark serpent dancing around her tongue. "I lovingly, brought you into this world and you raise your arm against your own mother?" Her sneer stretched, baring her venomous fangs and she narrowed her eyes, as they glowed a blood thirsty red.
"But just as I gave you life, I can take it away." She threatened.
The parasitic demon growled, and took a step back.
Medusa held out the palm of her hand, and a glowing purple orb appeared with a black formless snake slithering around it. Bringing the snake close to her, she looked down at it.
"This is what you once were, a part of me. To be manipulated and used however I wanted." She grinned maliciously as she began to pet the small dark serpent. " Then I gave you a taste of my power.. My venom, the darkness of my very core. And you turn into a parasitic worm- hungrily devouring every soul that you can possess and consume."
She pet the snake again. " I have millions of these in my body. With one drop of black blood and I could very well, destroy life itself." She grinned with unrelenting desire. " And Death City will crumble to the ground, along with the Shinigami. The Kishin's madness will be trivial next to my children of darkness."
She then frowned. " But, alas, like most creations. There is a flaw." Frowning, she closed her fist, the snake and purple orb disappearing. "You share the same trait as your mother. Your thirst for power. Its grown and taken over your hunger and your essence of survival. Which will ultimately lead to your demise."
She then placed one of her long painted fingernails, to her chin. Closing her eye thoughtfully.
"But as I am your mother, I'll make sure you live your existence to the fullest. Causing as much insanity and chaos as possible."
She snapped her fingers, and a glowing light wrapped around her, and the demon. The light shot out of the soiled alley and into the sky, zigzagging through the skies like a rocket.
As the light disappeared, the parasitic demon looked around for his surroundings. A sweet scent filled his nostrils, and shell of Markus Fisher, began to drool at the mouth.
"Smells good doesn't it? All that fear and insanity eating away at all these delicious souls?" Medusa chuckled her fingers trailing the closed iron gates. She looked up at the leering dark building.
"When soul's can't be fixed, the Shinigami sends them here." Pushing the iron gates open she cleared a path for the demon.
"The Shibusen Mental Facility."
" This can be your new home, if you want it?" She grinned liked a serpent. " Do you?"
The demon's drool pooled over its mouth as it mirror its creator's grin, answering the inquisition.
"Now eat up. I wouldn't want you to be late for your first dance."
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Inside the Auditorium, the preparations for the Yule Dance event was almost set. Long tables were set along the perimeters of the room, that were currently being occupied with desserts, punch and more snack foods. The bar, for the senior students and staff was setting up, displaying large frozen coolers filled with cans and bottles of alcohol, and the rest of the bar up wine and liquor bottles. Helpers set up the decorations, hanging red and green streamers, with silver and gold paper stars. A massive evergreen tree was set on stage, decorated with thousands of sparkling decorations, and blinking bright lights.
Standing by the back of the stage, near the speakers, Soul sorted through his music. Unfortunately, Soul was also stuck in the presence of another staff member.
A certain daughter-mongering redheaded death scythe to be exact.
"And this one?" Spirit drawled, uninterested.
Sighing, Soul crossed his arms, glaring at the older man, as he waved two music albums in his face. " That's classical Jazz." Soul answered robotically.
Spirit scrunched up his face, flipping the record's cover over, looking over every little detail. " Really? Doesn't look like it."
Crimson eyes hardening, Soul released one of his arms to point at the record.
"It says it right here- CLAS-SI-CAL- JA-AZZ. The music's genre is written on it, just like the other THIRTY records you've scrutinized over for the past forty-five minutes. Is your eyesight that bad, old man? Or are you just naturally retarded?"
Spirit's aqua eye's twitched, repressing the urge to slice the arrogant boys tongue off. Cocky little son-of-a-
"I just want your honest opinion, that's all." Spirit hissed through gritted teeth, trying to have the scythe respect him better. But instead the young scythe just rolled his eyes ignorantly.
"You want honest?" Soul quipped raising his brow again. Shrugging his shoulders, he gave the older man a sarcastic glare. " Alright! Here's honest." Pausing as the Death scythe blinked at him. "
Does my opinion even MATTER to you?" Soul emphasized incredulously, before raising his eye brow, keeping his half-lidded glare at eye level.
"Honestly?" Soul dramatizing over-using the word with pleasure, as Spirit twitched. "Cuz, I'm pretty sure you're gonna disagree with whatever I say, anyway."
Ungrateful little-
"OH! I'm so terribly shocked, Soul Eater Evans!" Spirit mocked a gasp, placing his hands to his heart. Closing his eyes he began preaching- Preaching that would make even Justin Law proud of. Spirit placed the back of his hand over his forehead. " To think, that you'd think of me in that way! I'm deeply wounded by such accusations!"
Soul rolled his eyes, looking away as Spirit continued to be a drama-queen.
"I'd never look down on a fellow weapon- more or less, another SCYTHE. Why would you even get that idea? I honestly, thought I'd ask you for your opinion since my beloved Maka-chan says you've got good taste in music."
Soul stopped, hearing the girl in question come from the older man's lips. Curiosity struck him
"…She said that?"
Spirit nodded, while inside he grinned like psychopath. He planned to taunt and belittle the young weapon. And the best way to destroy him, was to praise his efforts, make him feel good- then smash all his happy thoughts by deflating every little piece of ego, and kicking away all ounce of dignity. He laughed manically in the inside. Too many times, that smart-mouth brat left him to wallow in the corner of despair, but this was the chance to turn the tables on the albino boy.
With one hand in his pin-striped suit pocket, the other hand tapping his chin in thought, Soul blinked. "Huh."
Spirit grinned hungrily. " Surprised?" he baited, waiting for Soul to take the hook.
Soul's crimson eyes drifted back to the very eager Death scythe and grinned.
"Yeah, I'm surprised she said anything to you, at all."
The jagged victorious smile stretched across Soul's face, while Spirit went slack jawed and rigid with shock. Soul yanked the music record out Spirits grasp, which stayed in paralyzed state.
"And if you want my opinion," Soul grinned. " Both those, are crap." Throwing the two records into one of the boxes. He reached over to the table beside him, and pulled out one record set neatly on top. Soul walked over and placed the record into Spirit's still frigid hands.
"That one, on the other hand, is good." Grinning ear to ear, Soul patted the older man on the back, before placing his hands back into his suit pockets and walking off, victoriously.
Spirit's body boiled and twitched, tremors of rage consuming his mind body and soul. Stein has seen the whole thing and amusingly he watched Spirit's dignity jump out of his gaping mouth, and shatter to pieces.
Spirit bared his teeth angrily. " That smug little, arrogant albino bastard!" He growled before gnawing on the music record in his hands, like a rabid animal.
"Sempai…" Stein called out. " Please don't eat the music."
Soul sauntered over to one of the desserts tables, as a familiar, dark haired girl, began to stumble with one of the dessert trays full of skull-shaped cookies covered in red and green sprinkles. Tripping on her heels, she was about to go flying, before an arm reached out and caught her by the waist, while catching the air-born cookie tray.
"Little clumsier than usual, Jacqueline?" Soul mocked.
The dark haired girl blushed prettily before furrowing her brow. " I'm not clumsy, you big oaf!"
Soul laughed, setting her onto feet. Jacqueline brushed off her strapless green dress, and took the tray from him. Jacqueline dark eyes, caught the rest of the bakery girls swooning, fluttering their lashes and giggling. The white haired teen smirked as the blushing fire weapon tried to cover up her embarrassment.
"What? No 'thank you?" Soul faked a pout.
Jacqueline blushed more and turned her face away from him. " Thank you!" She growled, flicking her finger at him trying to shoo him away. " You can go now."
Jacqueline's eyes widened, as the scythe leaned into her ear, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Jacqueline face turned scarlet as she bit her lip with anticipation- and holding down any temptation within her.
"You are more than welcome, Jackie." Soul whispered huskily as his warm breath grazed her ear. Closing her eyes, Jacqueline let out a loud sigh as Soul's arm slowly slipped off her shoulder, and he walked away. As she opened her eyes, she tried to catch her breath, as her heart hammered against her ribcage. She sighed again and looked down at the tray, noticing one of the cookies were missing.
Whipping her head around she noticed Soul, walking away, both hands in pockets, with a skull-shaped cookie in his mouth- still grinning victorious.
"Oh he's good." A girl came up behind Jacqueline, startling her.
"Good? He looks absolutely delicious." Another girl grinned flirtatiously.
"I'd like to eat him up." Another girl giggled.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes before returning back to the table. " Believe me girls, he's absolutely taken."
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Liz pounded on the bathroom door for the forth time, trying to rouse the other girl locked in the washroom.
"OI! Come on, Maka!" Liz drawled. Hearing no answer, Liz rolled her eyes. Liz crossed her arms across, while looking down at her painted-pink manicured nails, letting out a big sight. Rolling her head, with her eyes, she rapped her fingers on her arm impatiently.
"The agreement was, after I fixed your hair you could put on your dress by yourself! But since you're taking your PRECIOUS time, I may have to kick down this door and dress you MYSELF! SO HURRY UP! She stated giving the door a impatient kick with her silver studded, black stilettos.
Inside the washroom, Maka stared at her reflection, grasping her heart with anticipation. She didn't know how to feel about how she looked. She felt like she was sent to the nine hells of torture, but its results, were amazing. Even so, Maka refused to turn on the lights, to see how much she really glowed. She wanted to reserve it, reserve it all for when she stepped through those door.
She wanted to save it all to him.
After all, like Cinderella, he didn't know how long it would last.
Closing her emerald green eyes in nervous anxiety, she took a deep breath.
"Be cool Maka…" She whispered to herself. Using his words, his encouragement to ease her nerves.
"I'm getting OLD standing here! MAKAAAA!" Liz complained behind the door.
Opening her eyes she looked back at the reflection. Determination burned intensely, in that gaze of hers. Giving herself a reassuring nod she grabbed her purse. Unzipping the leather case, she reached in with her black satin, gloves, pulling out a long, crimson velvet box.
Placing it on the counter, Maka grasped the boxes side, before slowly opening it.
She could see the contents of the box, reflect the sparkle in her eyes. Biting her lip, and a soft pink touching her cheeks, she held up the solid white-gold chain necklace. Dangling from the chain, there were seven, white-gold rectangles, held together by five other shimming silver rectangles- unmistakably looking like the keys of a piano. On the last key, sat a large, round brilliant diamond.
She smiled, looking at the necklace, remembering exactly who had given it to her.
After putting the necklace on, Maka grasped the matching earrings- a pair of white-gold diamond music notes. After placing them in her ears, Maka fixed few hair strands, before zipping up her purse and walking to the door.
"I'm getting really cranky- WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE-"
The door opened, light flooding in from the dark bathroom, illuminating the room. Liz's cranky features, changed in awe. Tsubaki and Patti came up behind Liz, mimicking Liz's actions.
"So.." Maka whispered, nervous on how the two girls were staring at her. " What do you think?'
Liz opened her mouth to say something, but no words made a sound. Tsubaki kept her eyes wide and hands planted over her lips. Patti's astonished gaze turned into a grin a she straightened, nodding her head- a lot like Kidd would have.
"That'll do, pig." She nodded smiling. " That'll do."
Familiar with the pop-culture quote, Liz, Tsubaki turned to Patti, giving her small grins. While the socially- inept Maka, just raised a brow, slightly miffed she was referred as a pig.
Shaking her head, Liz turned to Maka, eyeing the sparkling necklace on her collar bone. " Maka…" She said speechlessly. " Where..? Did he..?"
Confused at her fumbling, Maka looked to where Liz was pointing and widened her eyes is realization.
"Oh this?" Maka stated, gently picking up the necklace in her palm. " Soul got me this for Christmas last year…" She smiled softly looking at the pendant.
Tsubaki stepped foreword first. " How come you've never worn this before…?" Timidly, her slender, satin cream gloved, fingers picked the pendant up from Maka's palm, admiring it.
Maka shrugged. " I've been afraid to wear it. I might break it. Its quite heavy." she whispered honestly. Tsubaki, smiled, brushing a few strands away of her blond locks that were hiding the dangling diamond music notes, from her ears.
"Earrings too?" Liz began to drool. " The man has good taste…"
Maka smiled, her thoughts going back that Christmas morning. " I was SO mad at him. All I got him for Christmas, was two pairs of socks, a new sweater and box of chocolate covered almonds, and he…. Well he bought this. He said he didn't go out of his way. Or course, I didn't believe him."
"Well no WONDER!" Liz stated, picking up the pendant after Tsubaki.. "Listen to me, Maka. I've lived out on the streets most of my life. Mugging was a specialty. Heavy on the special! Whether it was wallets, watches, clothing, it didn't matter. As long as it was pricey, it was taken. And for jewellery, you had to pick out what was real and what was fraud. And this, Maka. IS REAL. This is freaking, 24K white gold REAL. And F.Y.I, White is EXPENSIVE! Way more than Yellow-gold. And the diamond! I don't even want to sum up the cost this baby….its making me foam at the mouth…. THAT….and the familiar desire to yank it off your neck and run out that door… its just so pretty to look at."
Blushing, Maka quickly snatched the pendant from Liz's drooling and gaping mouth. " Stop making a fuss- Why would Soul go out of his way for a Christmas gift, such as this?"
"Uhhh… Because he's IN LOVE WITH YOU?" Liz obviously stated.
Maka furrowed her eye brows and opened her mouthy to retort, but Liz slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Stop with the denying! For crying out loud! There are signs, Maka. LOTS of signs. This is one of them- It screams 'I love you!' Girl's would kill for a man like this." She then pointed to herself. " I WOULD kill for man like this!"
"Not to mention its been custom made." Patti chirped up.
"What do you mean?" Maka inquired, taping the pendant away from Liz for the second time..
"She's right sweety." Tsubaki stated. " The placement of the diamond. It's piano keys right? What note is that?"
Maka looked at it again, looking at the diamond. She counted the keys. " A, B, C, D, E, F and …G… Its on the G."
Tsubaki placed her hand on Maka's shoulder. " The same note, Soul corresponds with your soul's wavelength."
"Damnnn…" Liz whined, her greedy eyes burning holes into it.
"Sis, likes shiny things." Patti giggled.
Confusion blanketed her face as she stared at the metaphoric symbol of Soul's heart. Devotion sparkling from the diamonds depths. She remembered the look on his face when he gave it to her. Completely content and cool, was what she saw. He opened himself up to her. And when she got mad at him, told him she couldn't wear it. She saw it. The hurt that flashed only for a second in his crimson eyes. Everything closed.
"S'okay Maka, its nothing."
"Nothing my ass, this is beautiful! If I wear this, I'll break it."
"Don't wear it now..." He smirked almost sadly. " Wear it when it's meant to be worn… Wear it when you are ready."
"Soul-"
"I ain't bringing it back Maka., if that's what you want." He turned, flashing her his cool, collective smirk.
"That just wouldn't be cool."
Liz pat Maka on the back, waking her from her memories. Maka looked up, regret pained on her features.
"I was so blind…" Maka mumbled as water glazed in her eyes. She was astonished at her naivety. " And I… I must have really hurt him when I said I couldn't wear it…. I basically… turned him down."
The three girls smiled tenderly at her. Liz squeezed her shoulder. " He hasn't gone any where, right? He's stayed by your side, even so."
"Oh…. Liz" She sniffled. "Don't make me feel worse…"
Liz grinned. " Guess this is a good night for an atonement, eh?" Liz then blinked erratically. "Listen to me! 'Atonement' I sound like Kidd, using big words." Turning back to Maka who began to sniffle.
" Aww, don't cry Maka. You'll smoosh your mascara!!" Liz cooed, wrapping the petite girl into a loving hug.
The rest of the girls grouped around Maka, smothering her in a big hug.
"Hugs! Maka needs hugs!!" Patti chimed.
"We love you, sweety. We'll be behind you, every step of the way. Cheering you on"
Maka sniffled again. "Thanks you guys…." As the all pulled away, everyone grabbed their coats and purses, ready to leave the house.
"C'mon, we got dates with destiny."
Maka looked down at the necklace one more time.
Wear it when it's meant to be worn… Wear it when you are ready.
Maka smiled, determination filling her eyes once again.
"I'm ready."
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A/N: Um.. So I planned to put it all into one chapter… but it's already exceeded past 70 pages, and I still got a lot left- I split it up, so you guys get TWO chappies!
AWWWW!
Your all still going to kill me after part two…
SECOND PART WILL BE UP SHORTLY PEEPS!!! Hang on to your horses!
