"Are you sure you want to come along? It's only weapon training and lunch." Lord Death asked his scythe as they made their way to the Gallows.
"Yeah, it sounds like fun. Plus, it's been awhile since I've seen Kid around, I'm starting to miss the little bugger. He's cute, not as cute as my dear, precious Maka, but cute." Spirit grinned as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "I don't have anything better to do, Kami has taken Maka to see her grandparents… They don't like me very much."
"They don't like you because you cheated on their daughter." Death had very little sympathy for his death scythe.
"Details, details. Besides, I want to see if Kid is really as talented as you say he is." Spirit smirked as they walked up to the door.
"Well of course he is! He is a natural at Death God Martial arts, and when I visited him three months ago his weapons training was going well. He's so gifted, but of course he is, he's a young death god. I was the same way when I was young." Lord Death opened the door. "Kiddo! Death Scythe and I are here!"
"Father!" And down the hallway dashed young Death the Kid, with his instructor trailing behind him. "You came… And you brought Death Scythe." Kid had never been overly fond of Spirit, and the look on his face said as much, but Spirit never seemed to notice this fact and grinned widely at him.
"Yeah, I wanted to see if you're really the little master your dad says you are." Spirit patted his head, prompting the little boy to smack his hand.
"Don't touch the hair." Kid mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair to make it symmetrical again while Spirit tried to wave the sting off of his hand. Kid was strong, Spirit would give him that.
"He's really particular about his symmetry, Death Scythe, you know that." Lord Death's tone sounded like he was scolding a child. Why was he using that tone on him? Kid was the kid here!
"Right." Spirit sweat dropped, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Alright, are we ready to go?" Kid's instructor grinned, walking in from around the corner. "I'm glad we have some guests today, Kid has been improving rapidly, so I'm happy you'll get to see it, Lord Death and…?" The instructor eyed Spirit, asking silently for his name.
"Death Scythe." Spirit shook his hand.
"Ah! Great, you should really see this, since you'll be wielded by this little champion one day." The instructor patted Kid on both his shoulders, an action that looked awkward, but was clearly born out of experience dealing with the little symmetry freak. He then looked to Lord Death. "And sir, I'd like to talk to you again about getting some stronger dummies for the training room, or at least bolting them to the floor."
"Is that really necessary?" Lord Death asked as they started their way towards the training room. "Surely my precious Kiddo isn't causing that much damage, he's just a little boy."
"Your precious Kiddo has kicked a hole in four dummies this month, we still haven't replaced the last one." The instructor shook his head. "He's getting too strong for these dummies, he's not an ordinary boy, he's the son of a god, you know that better than anyone else."
"Yes, I suppose I do… I'll order some new ones tomorrow." Death nodded as they entered the training room.
"Alright, Kid, let's go, it's time to start." The instructor jogged over to the wall of weapons and grabbed a scythe off the wall. Spirit noted that there were two walls of weapons, each identical to each other in contents, making the room look symmetrical from the door. This kid really didn't mess with symmetry, did he?
"Do we have to start with the scythe? I hate the scythe." Kid shoulders slumped as he made his way to the center. "It's so unbalanced."
"Yes." Was the short response as Kid was handed the scythe. The weapon looked far too large in the tiny boy's hands, but he didn't seem to mind.
Spirit thought the stance Kid took once the instructor stepped back was strange looking, but when he looked to Lord Death, he seemed very proud of his son.
"You go, Kiddo!" Lord Death cheered, clapping his oversized hands together, making a big noise. He recognized the stance Kid was taking as one of the death god martial art stances he had been teaching him. Him taking this stance means he was starting to mix the weapon train he was getting and his martial arts, it was a wonderful thing to see.
Kid whirled around the scythe in one hand before rolling it over his back to the other hand, where it was twirled a few times before Kid took it in both hands. Even then, the way he held it was strange, he was still in that strange stance, his back bent back slightly, one hand higher than the other. He was holding the weapon delicately, like he would break it if he held on too hard. It was then that the instructor came at Kid with his own weapon, a short sword. For the first minute of the fight, Kid was mostly on the defense, using his scythe's handle to block, hopping backwards every once and awhile to avoid a stabbing attack, then pushing forward to regain ground. Kid was smooth and delectate in his movements, but he had a look of seriousness that looked out of place on his tiny face. Spirit was confused, was this all he had to offer? He thought that Kid was some sort of prodigy? Spirit looked up to Lord Death, who still seemed happy with what was going on.
It was then that the fight took a turn; Kid turned slightly and hit the instructor's shoulder with the heavy side of the scythe, distracting the instructor long enough for Kid to sweep his legs, causing the man to drop his weapon and fall to his hands and knees. The young death god then went to his side, raised up a leg, and then hammer kicked him to the ground before shoving the butt of his scythe against his neck to keep him down. Kid looked up at his father.
"Did I do that right?" Kid asked as he let the instructor get back up. Spirit opened his mouth to start to sing his praises, because that was amazing, but Lord Death started first.
"You did great, kiddo, but your stance was a little wide and if you want to get the most power out of a hammer kick, you need to raise your foot higher." Spirit blinked widely at his boss. What?
"Yes, Father, maybe we can work on some stretches to work on my limberness." Lord Death gave Kid a thumbs up in response.
"Alright, Kid, go practice attacks on the dummies." The instructor said and Kid gave him a bow.
"Yes, Mr. Yang." Kid said, running towards the dummies while Yang went and stood by Lord Death and Spirit.
"He's been using the martial arts you taught him, he's really been kicking my butt." Yang smiled. "He's got a fighting spirit to."
"He's improving rapidly." Lord Death nodded, you could he was smiling by his tone. "And he is naturally talented."
"He's half your size." Spirit said when he finished gapping at what had just happened.
"Yeah, but he's skilled, I'm sure you've seen tons of tiny kids around the school that could totally destroy adults." His eyes were watching Kid, but his mind was clearly with the conversation at hand. "Like that blue haired little puffball that is constantly doing martial arts all over the school building, I'm pretty sure I saw him doing pull ups on one of the schools cones last week."
"Black Star! Yes, he's skilled as well, I can't wait to see what he does. He'll do something important, I'm sure." Death nodded, Spirit remained confused.
"Eh, I don't get it. Kid and Black Star are doing all this crazy fighting, my Maka is just starting preschool and learning to read well. Boy, am I glad I had a girl." Spirit wiped imaginary sweat away.
"Now, now, don't underestimate her, she's still young. She could still choose to follow in her mother's footsteps, and she's only four, she could still be a weapon." Lord Death pointed out.
"My precious little Maka will never be a weapon." Spirit stuck his nose in the air. "She's a princess."
"I'm just saying, one day you could be walking down the street, holding her hand, and then her arm could turn into a scythe and chop off your forearm." Death's cloak moved like he was shrugging. Spirit just gave him a horrified stare.
"Father, look, I removed the dummy's head!" Kid said, lifting the head in the air with both hands like it was a trophy.
"Good job, Kiddo!" Lord Death bounced, giving his son's a thumbs up.
"Kid! That's the second time this week!" Mr. Yang ran over, taking the poor dummy head from the boy. Spirit was suddenly acutely aware that most of the dummies had their heads reattached with glue or duct tape. He raised up his collar slightly to make his neck feel a little safer. "Go and grab the throwing stars."
The rest of the practice was fairly mundane, they did exercises with throwing stars, first with Kid trying to pin Yang to the wall, and secondly target practice. Then came sword training, which included a spar and some different stance practice, after that came the chain scythe, which Kid went a little nuts with. It had started off well enough, Kid switched between different death god martial art stances, practicing some stab moves, sparing briefly with his instructor before jumping in the air, tossing one of the scythes and lodging it within one of the high up ceiling beams before swinging across the room like a monkey before kicking a whole straight the chest of one of the dummies, with Yang lamenting the fact afterward. After removing his foot, Kid stabbed one of the dummies and used all his strength to grab one end with both hands and swing it around and knocking two others over.
"Do you really have to keep doing that, Kid?" Mr. Yang sighed, rubbing his eyebrows with thumb and pointer finger.
"It's fun." Was Kid's only response as he went and pulled one side of his chain scythe out of the chest of a dummy. "It's time for gun practice now, right?" Yang seemed to deflate even more.
"Yes, that's right."
And so gun practice began. Yang pulled out some disks and a slingshot while Kid went and got his rifle off the wall. Spirit was again brought to attention how large these weapons looked in little Kid's arms. Kid stood at his mark, and the instructor stood at his, all without a word, like they were doing some unspoken dance. Mr. Yang pulled back a disk in the slingshot.
"Pull!" The disk flew through the air and was then shot out of the air. "Great, Kid, you hit it first try."
"I was off the center by an inch. We're doing it again."
"Pull!"
"Three centimeters. Again."
"Pull!"
"Five centimeters. Again."
"Pull!"
"Two inches, disgraceful! Again."
"Pull!"
"Four centimeters. Again."
It was becoming clear to Lord Death that if he didn't intervene, this would go on for a while. His son's perfectionist nature would take over and they would go on forever.
"Hey, Kiddo, why don't we go eat lunch? I'm sure Samantha has finished making lunch by now, it'd be rude to keep her waiting." Lord Death bounced slightly, raising an oversized finger.
"But rifle practice-"
"You've done great today, Kid, I'll clean up here. You go eat with your dad." Yang gave him a thumbs up. Spirit seemed to finally catch on to what was happening.
"Yeah, we can't stay here for too much longer, your dad is a busy guy, Kid." Spirit said, hoping that would convince him. Kid lowed the rifle.
"Okay…" Kid nodded, going and putting his gun away before running towards the pair. "Let's go eat lunch!"
Just as he was at his father's side, Kid held out his hand a summoned Beelzebub, who was now a slick looking skateboard, from his palm before hopping on it and riding past them. Lord Death went along and followed his son but Spirit froze up, mouth hung open.
"Wait, what was that!?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Guess what chapter is going to be a two-parter? This one. It's this one. Yeah, this one was starting to get long and it was taking too long to write, so it's getting split in two parts. Also, all the funny shit is going to happen in the second part. Lots of adorable Kid and maybe some derp Spirit if I feel like it XD
Yeah… This chapter isn't the best, but when paired with the next part, it'll all come together, probably. Lots and lots of dialogue here. Cringe XD
Thanks for the reviews! Glad to know you all liked the juice box bit, it was one of favorite parts to write. I don't expect much response for this cringe chapter, to be honest XD
Review or something :P
