"You're back a lot earlier than I thought you'd take" Lizzy's towel wrapped head poked out of the girl's room.
"Yeah, I didn't want to worry you by taking too long" Patty told her sister.
"Baby sister" Lizzy's eyes suddenly became huge and teary,
"Hey sissy, BlackStar kicked Crona out. Can he have Tsubaki's old room?"
"Uh, well" she looked at Crona's form and nearly laughed out loud at herself. It's just Crona for betes' sake. "Sure, come'on in!" she waved him over with a kind smile.
Patty snatched his hand after he gingerly picked up his luggage and allowed himself to be dragged again. Lizzy opened the door wider and moved aside so her sister and Crona could walk in without pumping to each other. Especially with Patty's dangerous speed.
"Movie time!" Patty exclaimed happily,
"Ermm, actually Patty. I'm going out for a while" Lizzy gave her sister an apologetic look,
"Oh, well that's okay, maybe Crona will watch with me"
Both sisters then stared at the only boy within their mists, he looked down to hide away the blush and merely nods his head.
"Great! That's settled then!" Patty turned back to her sister and finally noticed she was still in her bathrobes. "Oh I get it" she snickered wickedly behind the back of her palm.
"Missy, you better tell me what weird things you meant by that" Lizzy half threatened and half joked.
"Oh nothing, nothing…. It's just that, I think a simple black skirt and a blouse will do for tonight's occasion."
"And what is tonight's occasion?"
"Your date of course" Patty answered bluntly,
Lizzy's jaw clenched, "This isn't…. It's not that, well…" lost in her sudden thoughts about that possibility. She began to wonder if the situation would count as a date.
Patty and Crona were eventually engrossed in their conversation when Liz took too long to answer.
"Oh, I see" Crona said, he then turned to Liz. "When did Kid say he'll come get you?" he asked her enthusiastically.
Liz looked at the clock and freaked, "Less than three minutes, guys keep him busy." She ran passed Patty, who handed her older sister a silky off-white blouse and a black skirt that is usually too short for Lizzy's taste but accepted anyway along with a pair of half-inch heels that she'd never seen before. As a matter fact, none of the clothes that Patty handed her were even her's to begin with, although they do seem to be in her size. She looked over her shoulder to lift an eyebrow at her sister then shook her head and dashed into the restroom to blow-dry her hair and change out of the rope.
While the older Thompson girl was readying herself, Patty placed a DVD disk in the player and sat next to Crona on the floor with the many pillows surrounding them.
The first infomercial came on the screen about the same time a faint knock came from the door. "Coming!" Patty jumped up and skipped to the door, "Hi Kid!" she beamed.
"Good evening Patty" he greeted her politely.
"Lizzy is still getting ready" she told him honestly and Kid, though he didn't roll his eyes, he did look heavenward.
"So she is" he said, wondering why all women usually takes so long.
A door at the far end opened and Lizzy stepped out, walking towards the two. Kid's mouth hung half open at the sight.
Lizzy had made huge curls at the end of her hair and then she applied gloss over her lips. Kid's eyes roamed down a bit and caught a tiny bit of her lacy red bra and a small delicate looking mole on the inner side of one breast. He'd like to know if the mole was real or if it was just a black dot that she purposely put there. Then he noticed the soft silky blouse that seemed to move with her like second skin. Gulping, his eyes dared to venture further down to the pitch black skirt, then her nicely structured legs, and eventually her small pumped heels and painted toenails.
Patty, backed away slowly and turned around. "Have fun!" she told them cheekily and skipped back to Crona.
"Umm yes" Kid's usual posture returned. Standing straight, he offered Lizzy his arm but took that brief moment to glance at Crona. Trusting the purple-pink haired boy to protect his precious Patty whom also became like a baby sister to him. Kid acknowledges his strength and decided that he would approve of their relationship should they form one.
"We'll be in my room should you need us" Kid told them,
Patty and Crona said okay and encouraged them to take their time. Kid grinned at the implication and Lizzy's face turned in a deep shade of red. When they finally left, Patty turned to Crona and apologized for taking so long.
He shrugged his shoulder "It's still showing commercials."
"Anyways, want some popcorn?" she offered a freshly heated batch in a huge bowl that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"How do you keep doing that?!"
Kid opened the door for Liz and followed in after her. He directed her to the room where he'd set up two empty cups with a kettle resting on a mat in front of an antic but finely looking lamp.
Lizzy toyed with her fingers, still feeling bothered on whether or not this was considered a date. Kid thought she was nervous about being alone with him so he gently took hold of her hands and smiled encouragingly at her.
Lizzy stared at his face, taking in on familiar features and beginning to wonder why it seemed different somehow. He has always been kind, weird, but still nice. She felt as though she owed him so much, for taking them away from the life that caused nothing but pain. He replaced their boxes with beds, their stolen meals into given ones, and bitter coldness with warmth. However the smile on his doesn't show signs of that Kid who took them in. This is a different kind of smile.
"Is this a date?" she blurted out without thinking.
Kid was taken aback by the sudden change in the atmosphere. Well, at least now he knows why she was acting so nervous.
"Sorry, but this is not a date" Kid told her honestly.
"Oh, well…." Lizzy was embarrassed and hugely disappointed.
"If this was a date, it would contain much more than just drinking tea. No, this is merely an advancement in our courtship"
He leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched her face. The way she pouts is damning his control to remain casual and polite.
Then she had to do the other damning thing by moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
"Well, tea is ready" he said and hurried to pour them their beverage.
He didn't realize that the warmth was nearly gone when he filled her cup and handed it to her.
Not wanting to be rude about the cold tea, she didn't say anything and endured it. Meanwhile, Kid took a sip at his and spit it back out. "Cold!" he yelled in shock. He turned to Liz, noting that her cup was already halfway empty. The look he then gave her was amusing and apologetic. "You should've told me," he said as he reached for her cup.
Another blush splashed across her cheeks when she heard him laugh softly. He collected the dishes and went to the kitchen to restart the kettle.
"Do you need any help?" the top half if her body appeared from the doorway; and because she was leaning forward when he turned his head to look at her, her bosoms was practically there and he was able to see that the tiny mole on her breast was indeed real. 'Damn it!' his mind exploded, 'for the holy being to put 'THAT' right there so a man can't miss it!' Blood was pulsing throughout his body, he then turned the water on the sink to cold, grab ahold of both cups, fills them to the rim and dumbed freezing water on his head so it could slide down to the rest of his body to cool down.
"What are you doing?!" Lizzy charged into the kitchen and snatched the cups away and turned off the water. "Oh, look at you!" she said and snag a hold of his wrist. She brought him back to the living room and didn't know where to go from there.
"My ahh… My bedroom in that door straight ahead" he helped.
She marched him into the room and went through the closet and drawers until she found the right things for him to change into. She handed him his clothes and just stood there with her arms crossed, waiting for him to apparently change right there. A wicked smile spread across his face while he waited for her to get the hint. Which, she didn't and instead she just gazed at him confusedly.
"Woman if I'm going to be undressing with you in here, I promise that I won't be the only one." That seemed to have worked because she gaped loudly and her eyes grew wide. Then she retreated quickly to the crying kettle. Looking down, Kid saw the evidence that would have accompanied willingly to his threat and walked into his personal bathroom when a realization struck. 'I've been taking a lot of cold showers lately.'
Liz was in the kitchen when she heard the water run from his bedroom.
She was about to take the kettle and cups with her until she caught something shine with the light. Leaving the things behind, she crept over to the mini table standing beside the entertainment center. On the table there was a picture of an attractive woman who had lovely pale complexion, her smile was gentle and pure. Her hair and eyes were as black as coal, but on the right side of her hair, three white streaks were a-lined. Although they were like Kid's, they were also different. Kid's streaks are horizontal while the lady in the picture had her streks in vertical.
There was also a delicate looking ring beside the picture, the shine that originally caught her attention.
Gently she lifted the ring like it was made out of fragile glass and astonished at how beautiful it was. The wrapping part of the ring was made out of white gold, in the center was a diamond stud in the shape of an evening star. Beside the main diamond, little flakes around it acted like stardust. It was classy looking, and well designed.
"It used to belong to my mother" Kid's voice emerged from the doorway.
Startled, she gingerly puts the ring back and turned herself around. Kid was leaning on his shoulder again. The ends of his hair still drips from his quick rinse. His white button-down shirt was half tugged into his long black jeans, his entire posture indicated lazy sensuality.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude" she looked down.
"I would've told you about her had you just asked" he said lightly. And then it occurred to Liz, Kid knows nearly everything about her and her sister because she trusted him with all of her secrets. He always did listen, and was genuine about everything but not once had she encouraged him to talk about himself. Then she remembered why didn't think he had any problems, back then she had been very judgmental. She assumed that the rich had everything, but now that she thinks about it. Kid lives in that huge house alone without his parents, and she's never even met his mother. She'd blinded herself in believing that the rich wouldn't know what it's like to feel pain and loneliness.
If she remembers correctly, way before Maka and the others came around when they started attending the academy, he might have said something about her and her sister being his only companions.
Kid's hand touched her face, startling her again. He noticed the reaction but ignored it because the sad look on her face was more important to see to.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, the familiar question he always did ask when something bothered her.
Lizzy forced a smile and shook her head, "secret" she said and hummed her way to the kitchen only to discover that once again the tea needs a little heating. She was about to switch it on when Kid grabbed her shoulder and forced her against the wall.
His face got dangerously close to her's, "this is your fault" he said. "Quit looking like that, otherwise my water bill will increase."
She was about to demand why the hell he was acting like that, but the heated look in his eyes made her bite her bottom lip instead. His eyes openly glanced down to her lips. Both of his arms lifted to touch the wall while she remains trapped in the middle of them and his unfaltering attention.
"Damn you" he breathe out as lean closer, "I'm trying to be good."
Lizzy's heart did a jumpstart and beat at an impossible pace when Kid turned his head and touched the base of her neck with his mouth. She shivered when he slowly fathered kisses along her throat and shoulder.
"Your fault" he whispered. "I might be honor bound, but I'm still only a man."
"No," she whimpered, "You are Death the Kid" she reminded him, "and your job as the reaper's son is to either collect lost souls or guild them in the rightly path."
He chuckled at her feeble attempt, the feel of his warm breath on the side of her neck caused her insides to anticipate with excitement.
"I must be a different sort of reaper then, especially for this particular soul" one of his hands reached to the light switch, "because the places I plan to lead you to requires utter darkness" the lights flicked off, and all talking ceased.
