Hey little piggies! I'm back! Like I mentioned last chapter, I wouldn't update in a while….and sadly...my prediction was true.
It actually took me a while to complete this chapter because I was so busy, but I succeeded! So here it is!
I was actually oddly excited when typing these author's notes and preparing to update...I guess it's because of all you wonderful readers and reviewers! Ya...that's probably the reason.
Sadly, I still can't go back to my regular updating schedule, so I don't know when I can update again.
But anyway! Enough blabbering from me...now time to answer your reviews from last chapter!
Mineemo: I know right, all of Kimemo's spells are original (except for Soul Protect) and made by me, and yes, 'Past Memory' is great! I'll leave a list of all her spells and their descriptions at the end of the story or something. Yes, yes she does. Hehe...I said I already had the whole plot...Kimemo's entire backstory is laid out already. You'll find out his name in this chapter. Will do. Ya...but thankfully...I'm not purposely doing it, I'm just trying to get their emotions right. Liz was like this when Kid was *manga spoiler* kidnapped….haha...puns...but she was like this most of the time. I'm trying to make the characters and this fic as accurate as possible...to both the anime and manga. That is pretty surprising...considering it's you. She will...she's too stressful to bring back...but you never know. The overall plot is shifting from time to time….so you never know. An amazing scheming, lying, cheater...get your facts right Mineemo. I agree with most of them...the shipments I mean...but I'm too lazy to type the specific ones out. Saying a few 'shits' is fine, but that's as far as you can go. YES! WATCH BOOK OF CIRCUS...tis amazing! But...holy frap...the ending….made me cry. SO SAD! Ever since I started watching anime, it's made it so that it's harder to make me cry...so if an anime or anything succeeds in making me cry, IT IS SAD. Also...this is the order I watched Black Butler: Black Butler, Black Butler 2, Black Butler Book of Murder, Black Butler 2 Specials (OVAs), and Black Butler Book of Circus. Book of Circus is my fav...probz. Also, it seems that both you and Wisteria have a crush on Soma...but I will agree he is good looking...but...I'm loyal to Kid and Asura. Not to mention, a character, Yato is his name, from the anime/manga Noragami has taken over Kid's position as all time fav anime character...but I still wuv Kid! And it's Finni...with an 'i'. If you watch it in subbed...which I did...it's spelt with an 'i' in almost all subbed versions…so...it's spelt with an 'i'. I'll say hi to SDD for ya, and don't worry...definitely finishing this fic...though I don't know when my next update will be *sad sigh*. Anyway….cya next time! Whenever that may be!
SugarOnTheRug: I know right! Like I said, it's impossible to guess, but once you KNOW the secret to Kimemo's name...it's obvious as hell. That's the point...if he wasn't...what kind of anime toddler would he be!? In the manga...he appeared in a flashback as a toddler/little child and he was just the most KAWAII THING EVAH! Thanks, it seems I get the words 'amazing chapter' a lot...which really helps support me. I'm going to be thanking people a lot, aren't I? YAY! FEMALE CRONA BELIEVER! Me and SDD always get in an argument everytime about s/he's gender whenever we talk about Crona. So...yay...allies!
Wisteria: Yes, yes I did. Is she second to Kid? Or tied? I'm trying to incorporate all the SE characters, or at least as many I can that will fit with the plot, so Medusa had to be in there somehow. I actually thought they should have a fight because when I made all of Kimemo's spells, I realized how similar to Medusa's spells they were. Therefore, I thought, why not? They should be rivals...it was also a way to have fun with Kimemo's spells as well as getting used to writing about them. At the end of the story or something, I'll probably put a list of Kimemo's spells along with their description. Of course he is one hell of a butler! What else would he be!? Oh my gosh, yes, Ciel looks great in a dress...surprisingly. So you haven't reached Finni's and the other servants' backgrounds yet? Ok...because it describes WHY he is so strong in his backstory. They all actually have pretty messed up backgrounds...Mey-rin's is the least messed up though. Grell is amazing! Pluto! I LOVE PLUTO! *slight spoiler* Something happens to him though. Undertaker and Stein WOULD definitely be twins…or at least best friends. Yes, I was always suspicious of Lau...and then the suspicions were proven. In the world of Black Butler, hell is one place I wanna visit…as a demon, of course. I literally CANNOT remember who Droccel was, so please, remind me. Eh...Lizzie is pretty annoying. Honestly, what is it with you and Mineemo and Soma!? You both are love struck by him! Yeah, he's good looking, but to me...Kid and Asura are more smexy. And now Yato from the anime/manga Noragami...GOD I LOVE YATO SI MUUUUUCH! MWUAHAHAHA! I won't say who he is...you must find out by continuing to read! I shall not answer that question...it's rather easy to guess how he is related to Kimemo. Mineemo got it right...ask her for confirmation. *clapclapclap*, I'm proud of you! Achievement get...guess Kimemo's name correct! That bunny...is kawaii! If you're guessing the mystery person is named Steve...you are WAY more than wrong XD. His name was chosen in a similar fashion as Kimemo's. SDD also helped me come up with it...some credit for his awesome name (in my opinion) goes to her. AWWWW~ Thanks...*hair flip* yeah, I am awesome, aren't I?
SilverDewDrop: Hi, SDD. I'm doing great...you know...living my life. What are you talking about? I respond to them...even if it is delayed. I'm busy ok? I do it whenever I get the chance. Your welcome, Kuro! I meant every word...no joke...I did. Yeah, he's tsundere. Hey! Look at that! Phantom's right! SDD, you ARE a tsundere…kind of. Did you find out that Kimemo's little brother made his appearance? I would put the name in, but I won't due to people who might read the reviews. Yay! Thank you.
Ok! Now on with the chapter! Just note that if the text is italicized...it's flashback. Except for the occasional thought bubble. And in flashbacks...I un-italicized text for thought processes or someone talking in weapon form.
Well...I should stop and let you read!
Enjoy~
::: 6 Years Ago :::
"Do it."
Tears. Tears. Tears. Tears. They spilled down the cheeks of none other than Kimemo. She was a teen of 17, shaking as her human soul, blue eyes bubbled with all the tears. She was dressed in her frilly, sleeveless, white dress which had a skirt that ended above her knees in a low, too-too like fashion, the frills on the bottom, a nice golden color. Her detached, silver sleeves were tight on their golden rim that positioned just above her elbows, the end long enough to cover half her hand that hung in a cone shape around her hand, gold frills sticking out the bottom. She wore long, gold socks that ended on her upper thigh, a spiral of silver running from the top to the tip of the foot region, though it was covered by her white, slip on shoes. Her waist length, silver and gold hair was let down, draped and hanging on her back.
"I...I can't," she squeaked, her eyes squeezed shut as a few more tears slipped down.
"But you already did…"
She gasped, her eyes snapping open. She raised her hands to her mouth, staring with blurry eyes at the corpse that ripped to ribbons at her feet, leaving behind a purple soul. "N-no! I...I didn't!"
"Look at yourself...whose blood is that?"
With shaky breath and horrified eyes, she looked down. The front of her dress was caked in crimson, splatters going as far as her legs and knees, a few splashes on her neck, chin and bottom of her left cheek. The entire right bottom half of her right sleeve was stained red, the tip of her left sleeve stained as well. She dropped to her knees, staring at her bloody palms, head down. "No...no! NO! Y-you did this! It...it wasn't me!"
"I only helped…"
"You made me! It wasn't...it...wasn't me!"
"Do you deny that you did the actual action?"
"..."
"Do you deny that it was your blade that penetrated her heart?"
"..."
"Do you deny that she is dead because of you?"
Wisps of red began to appear in Kimemo's normally bright blue eyes.
"You...you...you...you killed her…"
The wisps became more and the faint ones from before grew darker and more pronounced.
"It was you...you...YoU...yOu...YoooooOOoooOOoUuuuUUU…"
Her once fully human soul colored eyes were now almost a kishin egg red.
"YoU, yOU, yOu, YoU, YOu, yoU, yOU, yOu, YoU, YoU, YOu, yoU, yOU, YoU, yoU, yOu…"
The voice echoed through her head as the red swallowed the last specks of blue. A grin stretched from ear to ear on her face as she began to shake, not from grief, but from giggling. Her giggling grew louder, more random, more insane. She began to laugh, reached up to cover her face with her hands, the tears long forgotten. Her fit continued in a mix of high pitched giggles and snickering as she lifted her head, her eyes kishin egg red and small, a large grin on her face as her right hand slipped down her cheek to rest by her neck as her left covered the left side of her face, fingers parted to reveal the eye.
"You've done it once…"
She got to her feet, arms hanging as her head was down and she giggled and laughed maniacally.
"K-Kimemo...d-don't do this," the weak figure of a man begged, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. The entire right side of his face was covered in the thick trickle of blood from his injured skull. Cuts and deep wounds lined his body as he sat there, limp and caked in crimson. His once dark gray hair that shifted into white as it ascended upwards, showed splotches of red from the previous victim's shower of blood that had rained across the room with her death. He stared at her with pleading, tearful, navy blue eyes.
"Why not again?" The voice hissed through Kimemo's mind, spreading insanity through her very soul.
She grinned wider, which didn't seem like a possible act. She giggled before she spoke, swaying a little on the spot, stumbling a few steps back and forth. "You, know...I still remember all the punishments you gave me."
"Kimemo, please. Listen to me."
"But why listen to him...when you could have more fun listening to me?"
"But why should I listen to you, when I can have more fun listening to 'her'," Kimemo repeated. She giggled and snorted into laughter before regaining slight control with a few more dying giggles.
The man stared in confusion. "Her? Who's 'her'?"
Kimemo laughed and placed a finger on her lip. "Shhh...I shouldn't tell, she'll get mad!"
The man's confusion only deepened. "Who is 'she'? Kimemo, what aren't you telling me?"
The witch only grinned wider, her red eyes giving a flash at the mention of the name. "Omemik."
"...who?"
"What are you waiting for?"
Kimemo's grin faltered as small dots of blue broke through the red of her irises. "N-no…"
"Do it."
Just as quickly as they had come, the blue was once again swallowed by the red as the witch regained her insane grin, a long, glowing, white sword forming in her hand. The man, too weak to react, and too slow to be in shock found a cold, metal clamp attached to a chain close around his neck, cutting off his air supply. The chain lifted his limp body into the air as he struggled to breath, clawing at the cold metal. The memory witch giggled again, enjoying his struggles.
"K-Kimemo...p-pl...ease…"
The teen witch laughed again, and she continued to laugh as she clutched her stomach with her free hand as it hurt. Yet she kept laughing and laughing until the tears started to pour again, she fell onto her back, kicking her legs with every giggle and snicker that escaped her lips. However, she finally stopped and stood up again, stumbling from her energetic imbalance. She gave a few more giggles and peered up at the man who reflected her gaze with his of terror. "Foolish Father. I listen to Omemik now!"
The man screamed as bladed chains erupted from behind Kimemo, racing at him and tearing into his flesh mercilessly. His blood splattered with every stroke as the white blades stabbed in and out of his body, Kimemo's pupils getting smaller and smaller with every cry of agonizing pain that resulted in another shower of scarlet droplets she let rain upon her. He would use his magic, but he was too weak and he could never bring himself to hurt one of his children, even to save his own life. He let it happen, so when the blades had stopped tearing apart his existence, and he lay, hanging limp and bloodied, slowly losing his flow of oxygen, he didn't care as the clamped chain brought his body inches from his daughter's face who currently possessed no sanity at all.
One second he was there, the next second, he was gone. A glowing blade pushed up to its hilt in his chest, most of it dripping in crimson blood from poking out his back. Or to be precise, the sword was so deep, more than half the blade showed jutting from his back. He didn't care as his eyes drooped and glazed, his lips parted. Not a single sound had escaped his lips from the stab, not a single scream. The clamp released and the sword was ripped roughly out of his body. He dropped to the floor in a bloody heap of tattered flesh and blood as he stared blankly at his insane daughter, just as his body ripped to ribbons to free his purple soul. (There are such things as male witches right?)
Kimemo grinned and giggled, the now red sword held by both hands on the hilt hanging loosely in front of her body.
"Oneechan?" It was a small noise, but enough to stop the teen from giggling. She turned, still grinning to spot a frightened eight year old boy, peeking out from behind a wall around the corner. He obviously wasn't used to seeing his older sister covered in blood in front of two floating witches' souls. The boy stared at her with silver eyes with wisps of gold, his left eye covered by his silver, golden highlighted, bangs. He wore a silver t-shirt with a golden and white coiled chain design on the front to go along with his long white pants, spirals of gold and silver wrapped around the pant legs. He noticed the floating souls and his eyes widened in realization. "M-mommy…? D-daddy…?" Small tears formed in the corner of his eyes, his breaths becoming shaky.
Kimemo giggled as she stumbled to and fro. "Should I kill you too, dear little brother, Broki?"
"Do it. Shouldn't be too hard."
"O-oneechan?"
She grinned wider as her bangs shadowed her eyes, head held down, and her hair hanging on her shoulders. She gave a slight giggle as a set of silver chains burst from behind her and stayed in the air in a sphere like formation around Kimemo, the front open, the white blades pointing at Broki. "Soul chains…"
They raced at the startled figure of her little brother, who fell to his knees and held his arms over his head as he whimpered, the once stationary tears slipping down his cheeks. Inches away from him, the chains stopped, shocking both Broki and Kimemo. The little 8 year old peered up and removed his hands from his head as he stared at the sight before him in awe. The silver chains of Kimemo's spell had stopped because similar, white chains had burst from the ground in front of Broki, tangling with the gold and silver ones. These white chains' blades were a golden color.
"What happened? WHAT DID YOU DO, BROKI!?" Kimemo growled in anger, her red eyes glowing from Omemik's rage.
"Magic? So it seems he knows a little bit…very well. Use your sword. His magic isn't powerful."
Kimemo's grin returned as she tightened her slackened grip on the hilt of the glowing, white sword before charging at Broki, ready to swing. He squeaked in shock and threw himself out of the way, just as the blade swung at where he had been previously sitting. He scurried away as his sister pursued, giggling insanely. He kept scrambling around the kitchen until he tripped, slowing being dragged to where his sister now stood waiting and grinning, snickering evilly. A silver chain had slithered around his ankle and would not let go as he kicked, desperately trying to free himself from the chain dragging him to his death. He flipped over and was now being dragged on his back as he tried to slow down the speed as well as break free.
"Come to Sissy!"
Now at Kimemo's feet, Broki stared up at the looming, teen witch in fear who stared back, insanity whirring through her red eyes. Her grin widened, once more somehow, as she raised the blood covered blade above her head. The boy squeezed his eyes shut as more tears ran down his cheeks. "Oneechan, I'm sorry!"
Having just been about to slice her brother in half, Kimemo hesitated, her grin slipping as her once full of color, kishin egg red, eyes slightly took a more faded, duller hue. "You're sorry?"
Broki opened his watery eyes. "I-I'm sorry...if I...did anything w-wrong!"
Kimemo's breath grew shaky as her hands trembled, her fingers loosening until the hilt slipped from her grip and the weapon hit the floor with a clatter. She raised her hands to her mouth as her eyes watered and tears slipped down her cheeks, her right eye having returned to its human soul, blue, her left remaining kishin egg red.
Broki's tears stopped as he looked at his sister with worry. "Oneechan?"
Legs trembling, Kimemo fell to her knees, head in hands as she let out gasps and broken sobs as she wept. Her hair was stained with crimson blood, her white dress almost completely painted deep red, her knees covered in a splotch of scarlet, and the skin on her bare arms and face had splatters of her parents' blood. "I'm sorry...it...it wasn't me...I swear…"
"Oneechan? Are you ok?" Fear long gone, Broki crawled up to his older sister and sat directly in front of her so that, even with her head down, she barely had to lift it to spot him.
Finally removing her tear streaked face from her hands, she looked at her younger brother, sniffling and taking shaky gasps to calm herself. "I killed them, I m-murdered our parents." She wiped away her temporarily stationary tears with the heel of her palm. She raised her head, her attempt at calming herself failing as her tears resumed their flowing motion. "I-I almost killed you," she said in a shaky, squeaky whisper. Unable to hold back any longer, she broke down in loud sobs as she threw her arms around Broki, hugging him tightly to her chest, face buried in his neck.
Broki was oblivious to the conversation going through Kimemo's mind, only knowing of the thick silence interrupted only by her sobs.
'How...how are you still here?'
"You think you can get rid of me that easily?"
'But I've regained my sanity...you shouldn't exist inside me anymore!'
"Oh but I'm a part of you now. The proof reflects in your left eye…"
Using the pool of blood they sat next to, Kimemo cracked her eyes open to peer at her reflection. Though her image was reddened, she could make out her now multicolored eyes.
"I will never leave you...and you will never see the last of me…"
Though she only knew if Omemik was present when she spoke, the teen witch could tell the insanity had vanished, though she couldn't say the same to her now permanently kishin red eye. Her tears and sobs increased as she resumed her previous position with her face buried in her little brother's neck.
Silence rang throughout the kitchen, except for the sobs of the teen witch. They sat in each other's embrace, the purple souls of their parents floating behind them, fading into oblivion after being unconsumed for so long. The memory of their existence residing only in the children they left behind.
::: A Few Months Later :::
"We've brought what you asked for, Medusa-sama!" Kimemo called as she and Broki strode into the dark room, dragging along a bag woven out of glowing gold, silver, and white chains filled with glowing human souls. They both had the same attire as the day the teen killed their parents, only clean and not caked in blood.
"Very good, children," Medusa praised, looking up from her crystal ball. She sat on the smallest of the cubes around her fortress, centered in the very center. She smirked as she let the snake tattoo on her right arm slither off and swim through the air down to the two siblings. Grabbing the chain bag of souls in its jaws, it turned and returned back to its mistress, dropping the bag in front of the witch before slithering up her arm, once more becoming a tattoo. "Nice, very nice!"
"Medusa-sama?"
The snake witch looked up from the jumble of souls and at Kimemo. "Yes?"
"If I may ask, why did you need a bag full of human souls? I know you use us for errands and killing certain subjects you want dead, but you've never wanted their souls as well."
"Normally, this question would have pissed me off." Kimemo flinched and she shuffled a little uneasily, staring at the floor, thinking she was about to die. "However, I'm rather glad you asked."
Kimemo looked up, her multicolored eyes swimming with confusion. "You are?"
Medusa smiled, locking her fingers and resting her chin on them as she leaned forward. "You've met my daughter, Crona, yes?"
"We have," Broki answered, just as curious as his sister.
"CRONA! Will you come in here please?"
"...Hai…" A ten year old Crona half mumbled half called as she walked into the room from the white void known as her room, dressed in her spiky ended, black and white dress. She was in tears, for she knew something no one but Medusa and she knew. She hopped across a few cubes until she had joined her mother on the same cube.
The snake witch now addressed Broki. "Broki, dear. May you fetch Ragnarok please? I suppose you know who I'm talking about?"
Broki nodded and exited the room, Kimemo staring after him in worry, holding her arm the way Crona would in the future.
She shook her head to snap out of her worried trance. 'Snap out of it, Kimemo! He'll be fine! I don't need to be worried about him so much…'
"I have a new experiment planned," Medusa continued, oblivious to her pupil's worry. "I think it's time I put Crona to good use."
"For what?" Kimemo asked, now slightly worried for the ten year old.
"I've been wondering for a while, what happens when you melt a demon weapon?"
Pushing away her shock and sudden realization, the teen voiced her answer. "I don't know."
The snake witch's face twisted into a snake like grin, a tiny purple snake coiling out the side. "Well we're about to find out!"
Just then, Broki entered the room, dragging along a struggling teen. Both his arms were transformed into the long, black blade of a sword with a white stripe running down the middle. Several snakes made by woven, glowing, white chains hissed and coiled tightly around him, slithering along his body, restricting his movements. The largest of the snakes, had his tail in the eight year old's hand, helping him drag along the prisoner. Said prisoner, was a teen of eighteen with black bangs that hid bits of his similarly black colored eyes, a white, 'X' shaped scar going from the sides of his forehead, across his nose and ending on his cheeks. (His outfit can be your choice! You choose/imagine what you think he should be wearing!)
Crona had befriended him in the dungeons and they had been currently working on a way to sneak him out without her mother noticing. "R-ragnarok?"
Said teen looked up, temporarily stopping his attempts of freeing himself. "Crona? What are you doing up there? Didn't you say you're normally kept inside that weird, white void you call a room?"
Crona's tears slipped down her face, as she directed her eyes away from him, grabbing her arm and staring at her feet. "Y-yes, but…"
Medusa cleared her throat impatiently, causing Ragnarok to glare at her and continue to struggle.
"And you!" He pointed one of his blades at Broki accusingly, who stared back with little interest. "You little freaking piece of shit! Let me go!"
Said boy stared at him with even less interest. "How rude. I would release you, but I'm afraid I can't."
Ragnarok growled through gritted teeth, attempting to swipe at the offensive reptiles. "Bastard…" They tightened their grip, hissing at his disturbance.
Bangs shadowing his eyes and avoiding the struggling teen's burning black eyes, Broki turned his back to the weapon. "Struggling will only make it worse," he spoke softly and calmly.
"Well, I ain't comin' easy!"
Broki turned his head and glanced at him with emotionless eyes. "Then suffer."
Two of the snakes slithered around his arms and forced them behind his back, coiling around his now human wrists tightly. The rest of the reptiles slithered around his neck and squeezed tightly, cutting off his air supply. He gagged and desperately tried to get oxygen into his lungs, unable to rip them off his neck.
"W-wh- *gasp* -at...are y- *sputter* -ou trying to d-do? K- *gasp* -kill me!?"
Broki's expression didn't change as he looked down at Ragnarok who fell to his knees. "No. Forcing submission."
"That's quite enough, Broki dear," Medusa mused, finally getting bored from her entertainment. Broki acknowledged her with a glance, the snakes loosening their grip and falling off the weapon's neck, disappearing when they hit the floor. Ragnarok gasped and coughed, sputtering as he filled his lungs with relieving oxygen.
Broki's bangs once more shadowed his eyes as he raised his arm, two fingers pressed together as they pointed at the teen. "Memory Make: Cage." Sets of glowing, white chains burst from the ground around where Ragnarok sat on his knees, sliding and weaving over each other to create a large bird cage confining the weapon.
"O-oi!" Ragnarok stumbled to his feet, making a 'tch' sound as he narrowed his eyes at his cage.
"Nice one, Broki!" Kimemo praised, smiling at her brother, who smiled back, proud. She turned back to her mentor, whom grinned evilly. "What do you need from us, Medusa-sama?" She glanced back at the angry weapon, feeling slightly sorry for what was about to happen.
"I'm guessing you already know?"
Broki blinked in confusion, however, Kimemo looked at the ground in guilt, bangs falling to cloak her eyes.
'To think I was right. I really hoped I wasn't…' She sighed, locking eyes with her confused, younger sibling. 'Nothing I can do now, if I don't do this...Broki and me won't have any place left…'
"Oneechan?"
She smiled at him, masking her guilt. "Don't worry! Just keep up the cage, will ya?"
"...hai…"
Kimemo caught sight of Crona leaning forward slightly, fear clouding her indigo eyes, the tears still present as she sniffled. 'Forgive me, Crona...I count you as a younger sister…'
Time seemed to slow as Kimemo's arm rose, pointed at Ragnarok.
"Yessssssssssss, it's been awhile since you've killlllllllled!"
'Omemik.'
"The one and only!"
'Please...stay out of this!'
"But why? I am your insanity, am I not? Things like this fall under my domain!"
'I don't want to get carried away, I have to do this.'
"Very well...consider this one of the only times I'll leave you be…"
She looked at Ragnarok with guilt, him staring back with slight fear and confusion. "I'm sorry," she whispered, only audible for her and her brother to hear. And with that, the presence within Kimemo's soul vanished. She sighed a breath of relief, closing her eyes as she began chanting.
"Memo, mimo, mem, mem, mim, memo, mem, memem, memim, memo…" Her silver and gold hair slightly flowing in the small breeze having appeared from around her feet, her skirt rippling as she opened her eyes, her blue iris giving off a light glow. "Memory Make: ACID!"
The weapon screamed in agony as the scorching, green chemical (with wisps of silver and gold) shot off of Kimemo's hand in a hose-like fashion, spilling onto the teen's body, slipping with ease through the makeshift bars of the cage, leaving them undamaged.
"RAGNAROK!" Crona nearly threw herself off of the cube as she screamed her friend's name, tears pouring from her eyes as she balled her fists on her chest. She ran to the edge to rush to his side, only for a large snake to slip in front of her, blocking her way as it hissed dangerously. She squeaked and backed up a few steps, whimpering.
"Stay out of this, Crona," Medusa hissed in a similar fashion as her snake. "You are not to interfere!"
"B-but…" The ten year old cut off when the snake coiled around her, blinding her in place.
"You are not to interfere," the snake witch repeated.
Crona stayed silent, only capable of watching Ragnarok's suffering.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Said teen screamed and writhed in agony as gallon after gallon of acid spilled onto his blackening body.
"ONEECHAN! STOP THIS!" Broki unwove the cage, not that it did much, but he still did as tears formed in his eyes. "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T KILL ANYMORE!"
"I'm sorry, Broki, but I must," Kimemo replied, voice shaking.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO!" Broki made a move to dive in and retrieve the weapon.
"Don't, Broki!" Kimemo whipped her other hand up, a set of silver and golden chains wrapping themselves around the boy, holding him in place.
"Oneechan!"
"No! You mustn't interfere!"
"But…"
The teen dug his nails into his scalp, wrists now free, as bits of his body spilt onto the ground in thick drops of black.
Broki flinched by the next scream of pain, forcing himself to look away as he squeezed his eyes shut, bangs brushing against his face as the light breeze quickened.
'Oneechan...why...I thought we weren't going to be the cause of another death!'
His eyes snapped open again as Ragnarok snapped his head back, ripping at his hair, sounds of his agony escaping his mouth as his blackened body dripped silently onto the floor. Broki knew if he gave up now, there would be nothing left of the once intact teen.
"Oneechan! Stop this! Please!"
Kimemo shut her eyes, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks as she used her other hand to hold her arm steady, the acid still spilling out.
"DO YOU WANT TO SATISFY OMEMIK!?"
The witch's eyes snapped open, her tears suddenly stationary as the realization hit. The acid slowed until nothing more left her hand, as it dropped by her side.
"Hmph, smart brat ya got there as a brother…"
Only half whole, Ragnarok fell onto his side and onto the pool of black that had once been his body. His breath was shaky and barely even existing as he stared blankly in front of him, lips parted, face and remaining body covered in scorch marks. He was somehow still alive as he lay there in strips of fabric being all that's left of his clothing.
The chains around Broki loosened and fell with a clatter onto the floor as he rushed to drag the remaining bits of Ragnarok out of the black puddle.
"I-I'm sorry…" Kimemo looked at the floor in guilt as her bangs fell to shadow her eyes, both hands clenched in a fist on her chest. Tears streaked down her damp cheeks as she fell to her knees.
Crona gave a small smile and sigh of relief as she noticed her friend saved from his torture. Medusa, however, was not amused.
"Ehem...whenever you are finished, I'd like you to finish the job, Kimemo, dear."
Kimemo looked up at the sound of her name, slight shock present in her eyes. "F-forgive me, Medusa-sama, but don't you think th-this is enough for the results?"
Medusa gave a light chuckle. "Enough? Why, don't say such ridiculous things, Kimemo, dear!" She grinned maliciously. "I'd say doing that five times still wouldn't suffice!"
Broki looked up at Medusa now, having previously been inspected Ragnarok's singed body.
"Now please, if you are done wasting time, please complete your task, Kimemo."
Kimemo stared at the floor, fists clenched by her sides as her bangs shadowed her eyes as she rose to her feet, facing Medusa. "I-I'm sorry...but I can't."
Medusa frowned. "You can't?"
Feeling a little more confidence, Kimemo raised her head. It was too late to back down now, anyway. "I can't."
Medusa sighed, a slow grin stretched across her face. "Of course. I knew a rebellious phase would eventually come. I was just hoping it wasn't now. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now." Kimemo was oblivious to the remaining snake slithering off Medusa's remaining tattooed arm. "Guess I'll just have to force you."
It was too quick for her eyes to follow, all it was, was a blur of blackish purple and next thing Kimemo knew, Broki was binded next to the snake witch by a large snake coiled around him.
"Broki!"
The snake hissed and brought its head close to Broki's neck, making him try to struggle and pull away as its tongue flicked across his cheek. "O-oneechan!"
Kimemo clenched her fists tighter by her sides as she glared at her mentor.
Medusa smirked. "To be a witch, you need to know how to bribe and force people to obey your will." She caressed Broki's face with her hands, leaning her cheek against his, her snakelike eyes never leaving Kimemo. "I thought I taught you that. Now, you will finish the job, or...well...you already know what will happen, don't you?"
"Oneechan, don't do it! Don't worry about me!"
Kimemo bent low on her legs, forming twin, white swords in her hands and sprouting a pair of silver feathered wings. "I don't plan to," she murmured as she sped to the edge of the platform she was on, leaping off with a flap of her wings and soaring at Medusa.
"Wrong choice," the snake witch hissed as the snake opened its jaws to dig its fangs into Broki's neck.
Kimemo frisbee-threw one of her swords as she grew closer, sending it spinning horizontally through the air in a slight zigzag formation. It sliced off the snake's head just as it tried to strike, effectively freeing her brother and murdering the beast. The blade flew through the air and embedded itself into the wall, temporarily forgotten. Broki took his chance and leaped off the edge, weaving a bed of chains on the nearest platform, effectively cushioning his fall.
"Ho? Maybe I've taught you too much?" Medusa pondered as she leapt away from a swipe of Kimemo's sword. The memory witch flapped her wings to raise herself higher into the air, before soaring ahead on a path headed towards the discarded sword.
Medusa narrowed her eyes.
'A diversion attack?'
"I won't let you get away, you know," she hissed, sending a wave of vector arrows after Kimemo.
"I beg to differ," Kimemo mumbled, eyes locked at the sword coming closer into her range. She stretched out her hand, the hilt making contact with her outstretched palm as her fingers closed firmly around it, ripping it from the stone with her momentum, a few crumbs of rubble clattering from the crack in the wall where the blade had previously been. She made a quick dive, tucking her wings tightly by her sides as she descended, allowing the wave to embed itself in the wall, failing to hit its target.
"Nimble, are we?" Medusa commented, a frown clearly publishing her distaste.
"I'm afraid I am!" Kimemo laughed, tipping an invisible hat as she quickly unfurled her wings, the sudden air pressure sending her high into the air to avoid another wave. She flapped and dove, twisting gracefully through the air as she avoided all incoming attacks, gradually drawing closer to Medusa, highly oblivious to this last fact. Occasionally, she made a quick "x" like slash with her twin swords, slicing through the vector arrows.
To Medusa, who was getting highly annoyed, her opponent was nothing but a white and silver blur in her fury of dark purple arrows.
'If I can just clip her wings...she'll be done for…'
Medusa grinned, slowing down her storm, causing Kimemo to hesitate in slight confusion.
'NOW!'
Those two seconds of a pause, was Kimemo's downfall. The arrows shifted sharply in a different direction, striking through her left wing, her blood splattering to the floor as she shrieked in pain. Maybe they were artificial wings, but once she made them, they became a part of her body until she cast them away. Kimemo's right wing flapped furiously as it tried to hold up her shifting weight, the tip of her left wing following the right's lead, though quite feebly. She winced as the wound slightly became forcefully wider with her attempts of breaking free. Another scream escaped her lips when the remaining arrows impaled her right wing, sending more scarlet splashing down.
Medusa grinned victoriously. "There. Now for your punishment…"
The snake witch's eyes shifted and locked on Broki, having been watching silently.
Kimemo cracked one eye open, struggling to utter her words through her agony. "B-broki...r-run!"
The young male didn't need any more warnings; he was up on his feet and bounding for the exit.
"You won't be getting away a second time!" Medusa made the terrible mistake of taking her eyes off the injured witch to send a few snakes after the younger who was hopping nimbly from platform to platform, nearing the exit. Though not as efficient as Kimemo's weapons, Broki had a small, silver hilted, glowing, golden bladed dagger that he would occasionally use to behead an oncoming snake.
The memory witch took the chance and made two quick slashes with her swords, severing the vector arrows and giving many weak flaps to stay afloat, though she drifted unbalanced and rather quickly towards the surface of the nearest platform. Splattering blood everywhere, teeth gritted, Kimemo set her path as best as she could so that she was bound towards her mentor. She raised one of her swords and made and upper slash just as Medusa turned and faced her in shock as the teen's feet touched the surface of the platform.
The blade slashed across her eye and brow of the left side of her face, sending crimson droplets of blood flying from the snake witch's wound as she screamed in pain, shock, and anger. The witch slapped her left hand onto her injured eye and crippled slightly as the teen witch took away her wings and hopped off the platform to the next one, grabbing Medusa's horrified child as she did so.
Crona threw her arms around Kimemo's neck and squeezed her eyes shut as the teen ran out the exit and down the hall after her brother.
"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRATS!" The noise echoed down the hall, but Broki and Kimemo didn't waver, they were determined to escape alive. She had cast away her swords and had a good grip on the lavender haired girl as she ran.
Crona's eyes snapped open. "Wait! What about Ragnarok!?"
Keeping her eyes locked ahead and struggling to ignore the cries of rage echoing from the room they were running from as well as the angry hiss of the army of snakes tailing them, she spoke with regret in her voice. "I'm sorry, but it's too late for him…"
It was true, if one were to peer through the tangled mess of the bodies of slithering snakes, they would spot the mangled body of the demon weapon slipping apart until it was nothing more than a puddle of black blood.
A snake came too close and dug its fangs into Kimemo's lower thigh, causing her to nearly drop Crona. She winced and quickly re-spawned a sword in her now free, left hand and beheaded the reptile with a quick slash. That wasn't the last of them though, more hissing creatures of Medusa's banged and crashed against walls, struggling to beat each other to the three escaping victims.
"Oneechan!" Broki stopped and looked over his shoulder at his stumbling sister in worry.
Kimemo caught her balance by leaning temporarily against the wall before pushing off and catching up to her brother, narrowly avoiding an attack from a nearby snake.
"Don't stop! Keep going, Broki!" The younger gave a quick nod and bounded off again, Kimemo tailing him. It was now painful to run, but she couldn't afford to stop now, even if she felt the warm blood soaking the leg of her sock.
"Kimemo-san!"
It took a second, but the teen skidded to a stop and whipped her head around when she realized Crona was no longer in her arms. Many snakes were coiled around the ten year old as they carried her away from Kimemo's outstretched hand. "CRONA!"
She winced and tried to pull her hand away when two of the reptiles drew her blood when they sank their fangs into the flesh of her outstretched arm.
"Oneechan! We can't stay here! Leave Crona!" Kimemo was snapped back to reality when a few series of a blur of gold slashed her arm free from the snakes and Broki took her free hand and ran back down the hall, dragging the teen with him, golden dagger clutched in his other hand.
"But-"
"We can't stay here! If you were to go after her, you'd be sure to die! Then it'd all be for naught!"
"But we can't just leave her! Medusa isn't the best mother you kno-"
"Do you think I want to abandon Crona!?" They were both running, but Broki's bangs had now fell to shadow his eyes. "We have to leave her! We only have each other now, I wouldn't be able to live without you!"
His words were predictable, but they still shocked the fleeing teen. "...Broki…"
"Maybe we'll come back for her one day," he began, turning a sharp corner, still gripping his sister's hand. "But for now…" They veered to a stop as the horde of angry snakes crashed through the wall in front of them, hissing angrily. "WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE!"
He charged forward, two identical daggers now present in his hands. It was strange, Kimemo had to say, to see her eight year old brother being the brave one of the two and the one to charge head first into a battle.
She smiled. 'I guess the experience back with Medusa was enough to change him. He felt useless back there...and now he wants to change that….now here's a little brother I'm lucky to have!'
Spawning her own two weapons, Kimemo charged in after her brother. Broki wasn't visible at all, but you could use the fast-paced slashes of gold and disintegrating snakes to know where he was. White slashes joined gold as the snakes died off one by one, the army being cut down in numbers rapidly.
It didn't take long, and soon, Kimemo and Broki were leaning against the wall, dripping with sweat and taking gasping breaths for their extreme exhaustion.
Kimemo was the first to break the silence with a light chuckle, causing Broki to look up at her with slight confusion. "If someone were to tell me that one day you would be the one to charge head first into a horde of snakes, I'd have said they were crazy." She smiled down at her brother, ruffling his hair playfully. "But now I see you aren't what I thought you were before."
Broki's cheeks took a light shade of red as he puffed his cheeks and turned his head away, embarrassed. "W-well...I'm not that pathetic!"
Silence fell once more, until Kimemo broke it again. "Thanks…" She was smiling at the ground, hands on knees.
Broki looked back up at her, and then switched his eyes to the ground. "For what?"
She looked back at him as he turned his own head as they locked eyes. "For being there to bring me back to my senses. That was really suicidal, what I was planning to do." She smiled at him again. "Thank you, for that."
Broki blinked then accepted the apology. "Uh...sure, you're welcome."
"Let's get out of here," Kimemo suggested taking her younger brother's wrist before running back down the hall and finally out of Medusa's hideout, away from the snakes, and away from her screams of rage.
::: 3 Months Later :::
Kimemo sat on the mattress she shared with her brother that was used as a bed on this abandoned roof in the outskirts of the Witch Society. She had her knees up, her chin was hiding behind them and the breeze caused her silver and gold hair to flow calmly through the air as her hands were locked around her legs, keeping them in the position they were in. She sat there pondering on her decision and preparing to tell her brother when he got back. She normally would be worried as shit right now, but ever since the incident with Medusa 3 months ago, she didn't worry for him not being able to protect himself as much anymore.
'Is this really the right choice…?'
"I say go for it!"
'I didn't ask you, Omemik…'
"One...rude. Two, you technically thought it, and I'm in your mind...so...yeah. And three, what is there to lose?"
'Oh, I don't know, maybe my life!?'
"Yeah...and…?"
Kimemo sighed. 'I don't have time to deal with you right now…'
"Aww...why not? You haven't talked to me ever since what happened with Medusa!"
'Yeah, I know, and I don't intend on talking to you ever.'
"Hmph...rude."
'Well, I communicate to you rudely. I don't plan on changing that ever, either.'
"..."
'Well, if you'd be so kind as to leave, that'd be great.'
"Why?"
'Broki's back.'
"Sigh, alright. I still count this as one of your free passes, you know that?"
'Yeah, yeah...now go.'
Just as the teen had said, Broki climbed onto the roof with his staircase of woven chains as his sister looked up, silently acknowledging his presence.
"Hi, oneechan!"
Kimemo gave him a hint of a smile before looking out at the different abandoned buildings around them.
"Oneechan? Is something wrong?"
Kimemo sighed, not taking her eyes off the view. "I have to tell you something, Broki. It's a decision I've made."
"Tell me something?" He cocked his head to the side, repeating her statement. "Like what?"
She turned and faced him now, though avoiding his eyes. "I-I want to...challenge Lord Death!"
Silence.
"ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY!?" She didn't know when it happened, but Broki was suddenly looming over Kimemo, gripping the collar of her dress and staring into her shocked eyes. "YOU'LL DIE NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS! WHAT AM I TO DO THEN!?" He gave her a violent shake, then sighed, loosening his grip. "I just...sigh...I can't do much without you. And plus, Omemik will take control over you without me. Didn't you say once that I was your anchor to sanity? Getting in a full fight with Death would activate your insanity, and I wouldn't be there to anchor you." He let his arms fall to his sides as he plopped onto the mattress next to her.
Kimemo stood up. She had made up her mind, and not even Broki could change it anymore. "I'm sorry, Broki. But it's my decision, and I've chosen to fight." Broki didn't look at her, merely kept his head down so his bangs fell to make it impossible to see his eyes. "Look…" She walked up to him and bent down, placing her hands on his shoulders, causing him to finally look up at her. "Doing this could change our lives. Don't you understand? If I win, witches will finally be free from prejudice! And we can live a better life together! Don't you see? We'd be better off that way."
Silence fell for half a minute before Broki finally spoke. "And what if you lose?"
The teen was rather reluctant to answer, but still forced herself to. "Then...then I'd be dead. And I'd have failed…"
"The risk of that is near 100%! So why would you risk it!?"
Kimemo released her brother's shoulders and stood abruptly, for once, glaring at him. "Broki, why don't you get it!?" She smacked her hand onto her chest, a rough gesture of emphasizing on herself. "We're outcasts of the witch society! We have nowhere left to go! If I succeed, we'll finally be accepted!"
"But the chances of that are slim!" Now Broki was to his feet, but because of his height, he didn't loom over the other like his sister, but glared fiercely up at her. "I'll lose you! And then I still won't be accepted! And on top of that...I won't be accepted, and I'll be alone! Do you really want that to happen?"
Silence fell between the two siblings once more. "Of course I don't want that," Kimemo whispered, pulling her brother into a hug, slightly startling him. He didn't know it, but tears were now streaming down his cheeks as he wrapped his own arms around Kimemo, burying his face in her upper stomach region. "You know you're clever for an eight year old, right?" She smiled as he removed his face and looked up at her. She placed a hand on the back of his head and began finger combing the silver and gold strands.
Broki sniffled and stared at his smiling sister with blurry eyes. "B-but…"
'He finally looks like an eight year old again,' Kimemo thought to herself, amused.
She wiped away his tears with her thumb, before pushing his bangs back to peck his forehead. "I'm sorry. I've already decided. And trust me...nothing will happen to me. I'll end up changing our lives for both of us. I promise…"
"H-hai…"
::: A Few Hours Later :::
Kimemo's arms shook violently as she struggled to get up from the floor. Her bangs and hair fell messily onto her sweaty face. Her dress was torn and tattered, splayed with flecks of red. Thick streams of blood ran down her face from her cheeks and forehead. Her arms and legs were lined with deep cuts and bruises, a few seeping scarlet of their own. She had previously been knocked down onto her stomach for what felt like the hundredth time, each time she had gotten up, this time she attempted, and failed, flopping back onto her stomach with little to no energy left.
"Allow me to help…"
'Never!'
"...then I'll watch you suffer until you call for me…"
"I'm giving you a final warning," Shinigami-sama began patiently. They had been fighting for about an hour, and yet Kimemo would still refuse to stay down. He had attempted to call off the fight, but she had refused. Broki had been watching nearby, horror present in his eyes as he watched his sister failing to make any progress against the death god. "For the sake of your brother, I will spare you, if you surrender."
"Never!" Kimemo staggered to her feet, only to drop to her knees, panting. Her twin swords dropped from her loose grip and clattered on the floor by her sides. "I promised Broki I'd win...and that's what I plan to do!"
Shinigami-sama stared calmly at the teen as she attempted to stand again. "You have no more energy, yet you still intend to fight?"
"Why is she even trying? She can't fight in her condition! We should just end this now," 18 year old Spirit said impatiently. "I have my little Maka to take care of~" He made a dreamy face with an aura of love so much; it would always make Maka gag in the future. Not that he knew about that, or the divorce.
Shinigami-sama sighed in exasperation at his current death scythe before holding the long hilt in a more secure fashion. He slid silently over to the struggling teen who looked up at him in terror and hatred. Brandishing the scythe threateningly above his head, the death god spoke in his deep and frightening voice, "Thou have failed to heed thine warning...thou, Witch Kimemo, shall now face thy punishment!"
Kimemo knew it was over, and therefore, she closed her eyes in defeat, accepting her fate. She awaited the sharp slash of the obsidian-dark blade...but it never came. She heard a light gasp, and cracked her eyes open. The sight before her made her emit her own gasp as her eyes snapped open in shock. Evidently, Shinigami-sama's plan was to slash deep to injure greatly, but not deep enough to kill. However, his plan didn't work, because Broki had acted as a shield, throwing his body in front of the blade as it made contact. It cut cleanly through the flesh of his chest, reaching as far as slicing through the heart like paper. The spray of scarlet blood was so much, he could have had every drop sucked out by Mosquito.
Shinigami-sama pulled Spirit away in shock as Broki's bloodied figure crumpled onto the horrified Kimemo's lap. No thought process went through Kimemo's mind as he fell, causing her to not notice the streak of white that escaped from the room through the window, though it didn't go unnoticed by the death god and scythe.
"Shinigami-sama, we should go after it. You never know if it's a threat."
"I agree, Spirit. I find it best if we don't make ourselves present at this point," Shinigami-sama said regretfully. They slipped out silently and stealthily, leaving the teen to mourn over her sibling's corpse.
She held his head against her chest, tears pouring from her eyes, her bangs shadowing those said eyes. "Broki! No! Broki...please...you can't die! You can't leave me!"
The eight year old managed a weak smile. "It's ok...in the end...you still...kept...your promise…" With that, he breathed his last breath, his once shining eyes glazing over, his flame of life finally extinguished.
"No...no please no! Come back! Please! Don't leave me!" She gave his limp figure a shake, failing to get a reaction. "Broki…"
She hugged him to her chest, tears spilling from her eyes, as time ticked on. She didn't know, or care, how long it had been, but finally, she watched in horror as the body ripped to black ribbons. A small, light blue soul with wisps of violet floated in front of Kimemo, signifying the younger's death. She couldn't hug a lifeless body anymore, but she reached out, and enveloped the small soul in her arms.
The tears didn't stop, even as Kimemo opened her eyes to a half-lidded, glossy level. 'I never realized how weak Broki's soul wavelength was…'
Time ticked on once more, and still Kimemo didn't let go. She just sat on her knees, weeping in silence as she hugged her younger brother's soul. "What promise did I keep, Broki?" Kimemo finally asked in a whisper. "Did I make our lives better? Did I stop killing?" She paused before continuing, allowing for more tears to stream down her cheeks, diluting the blood on her face. "Did I protect you?" She continued to sob, her tears now falling in great drops to the floor and soaking the ripped skirt of her dress. "I'm sorry, my dear brother. I'm so sorry! I should have listened to you! I'm sorry...please...forgive me."
"Hmm...and so young too."
Kimemo chose to ignore her as her tears slowed.
"So what're you going to do?"
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
SiLinCe.
SIliNcE.
siLincE.
SiLiNcccccccCcccCCccCcccCeeeEeeeeeeEeeeEeE.
She got to her feet, called back her swords, and still didn't release the small soul. "It's simple really." Her bangs shadowed her eyes. "I'm going to take my revenge. I will take what is most dear to Death, just as he has taken what was most loved by me. I will make him pay...no matter the consequence...he will suffer as I have now suffered!"
She began to walk out the room, her face so shadowed and dark, a deadly aura radiated from her now rage filled figure. Normally she'd be in too much pain to even stand, but what she felt, was the agony of loss that gave her rage, supplying her with energy for revenge.
That day, the 17 year old witch's red eye, never shone brighter.
::: Present Day :::
"Eruka-san! Eruka-san, are you here?" Broki called into the small hut as he leaned his head to peek into the doorway, dressed in his fourteen year old attire he wore nowadays. "Eruk-"
"Yes, yes, I'm here...what do you want?" Eruka emerged from the entrance of the kitchen, and annoyed expression plastered on her face at the intrusion. Soon, after seeing who it was though, her face softened. "Oh. Broki?"
"Sorry to intrude, Eruka-san. Do you mind if I come in?"
Eruka smiled. "Not at all. Please, do come in." She stepped aside to allow him entrance, gesturing to the cozy looking, violet arm chairs resting on a velvet carpet next to a fireplace with a lit flame in the living room.
Broki walked silently inside and sat in one of the chairs, keeping his head down as Eruka once more retreated into the kitchen. "Sit tight! I'll make us some tea," she called politely. A few moments later, she emerged carrying two white teacups of the hot beverage. Setting one down for herself and on the table in front of Broki, the witch plopped into the arm chair on the opposite side of the table, so she sat directly across from the fourteen year old. She folded her fingers together, resting her chin on the backs of her hands as she leaned forward with a smile. "It's been awhile since you've visited me. Has something happened?"
She reached forward and retrieved her cup, bringing it close to her lips to blow off the steam spiraling off the surface. Broki remained silent for a moment as he stared at the light's reflection dancing on the surface of his own cup of tea. "It's about Medusa," he replied finally.
Eruka had brought the cup up to her lips, but froze, lowering it as she looked at him in confusion and irritation. "Ugh, curse that woman. But anyway, what about her?"
Broki raised his head, meeting Eruka's curious, pumpkin orange eyes. "I believe I have told you about our time as her servants?"
Eruka nodded. "Had it rough, didn't you?" She raised the cup back to her lips, taking a small sip as she trained her eyes on the glossy surface of her drink. "I understand your pain. I'm still her servant myself, after all."
"That's not what I meant…"
Eruka placed her cup down, placing her chin once more on the back of her hands as she leaned forward. "Ho?"
"I've heard she died."
Eruka blinked, and then let out a light chuckle with a smile. "Is that what's bothering you? You should be happy, and grateful. That just means Free, Mizunes, and I are finally free. That is, until she revives again."
"I doubt she'll be coming back this time."
"That's a relief." She picked up her cup again, lightly twirling the contents around. She took another sip before speaking, "Anything else?"
Broki trained his eyes on his tea's surface again. "Yes, actually."
Eruka acknowledged him by raising her own eyes from her drink, listening.
"She was killed…" He clenched his fists on his lap, struggling to keep tears from his eyes. "...by my sister, Kimemo…"
Eruka's eyes widened as she almost dropped her cup. "K-kimemo!? Don't be absurd! You told me yourself that she was killed 6 years ago!"
Broki remained surprisingly calm as he continued to stare at his untouched tea. "That's what I originally thought, too. Until today, that is."
Eruka placed the cup back down, shock, interest, and concern present in her eyes. "So you're saying she's alive?"
Broki nodded. "That's my guess."
Eruka sighed. "Another witch capable of escaping the cold hands of Death...this could spell trouble." She ran a hand through her white bangs before looking back at Broki. "If I recall, you've done the same, correct?"
The teen nodded once more. "Yes, that is correct."
The witch sighed again. "I'm envious, you know? Why can't I ever be as slippery as you guys?"
Broki shrugged. "Maybe because you've never nearly died before…"
The frog witch puffed her cheeks angrily. "Hey! I'm always at risk of death because of Medusa's stupid snakes! Well, at least I was...up until now."
The teen sighed, deciding to move on with his need to visiting. "Anyway, I need your help."
Eruka blinked again, cocking her head to the side. "My help?"
"You have experience with creating new spells, correct?"
The witch looked up at the ceiling, a finger to her chin in thought. "I believe Medusa taught me some techniques while I was helping her," she began, looking back to Broki. "Let alone the fact that I've succeeded in making some myself."
"So can you help me make a spell, Eruka-san?"
"A spell? At such a young age? That's advanced magic, you know."
"Well yes, but I've proven worthy, have I not?"
Erika considered her answer, now looking at the surface of the table in thought. "I suppose so…"
Broki leaned forward in anticipation, a grin on his normally emotionless face. "So can you help?"
Eruka stared at him for a few moments before releasing a sigh. "I guess I'll help…"
The teen smiled wider, wrapping the frog witch into a tight hug. "Thank you, Eruka-san!"
The witch smiled before peeling his arms off of her. "Ok, what do you need help with?"
He continued to grin at her, excitement sparkling in his only visible, gold and silver eye. "Ok, so here's what I need…"
Did you guys enjoy the chapter? Hopefully you did. If any of you are confused, Broki is indeed Kimemo's younger brother.
Also...I just thought this is important to know~
List of Character Ages:
Kid: 17
Maka: 16
Soul: 17
Liz: 17
Patty: 15
Black*Star: 16
Tsubaki: 17
Kimemo: 23
Broki: 14
Crona: 16
Ragnarok: 18
Spirit: 24
Alright...also...one more thing. Did you know that there is a cut on Medusa's left eyebrow that is missing hair because it never grew back? Seriously...I'm not kidding...look at any of her scenes in the anime (and manga..I think) and you'll see what I mean. It was never revealed how it happened...so...the scene with Kimemo and Medusa fighting in this chapter is going to be how she got that cut!
Well anyway...like I said, I don't know when I can update again… :(
So...hopefully you enjoyed!
Bye~
