Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the SUPER SHMUPER LONG wait. What has it been...3 months..at least?

Anyway, I'm sorry to say that this chapter will be shorter than others because it's more of a filler chapter. But don't worry, the next chapter will be SO much longer.

Also I made a typo last chapter with Spirit's age. It should be currently 34 years. And in the flashback, he would be 28. Sorry 'bout that!

Anyway, I literally have nothing left to say...for once o_o

So...REVIEWS!

Mineemo: I'm sorry. But for reasons I can't tell you, I can't answer to your reviews anymore. Wisteria, however, I am still able to. If you have any questions, allow her to send them for you. I sincerely apologize! DX No joke, it hurt so much to have to type this. :'( (I will be able to answer again if you are able to get an account and login, soz.)

Wisteria: Hey, yeah, I'm back! Are you sure, because I really think you two ARE love struck :). OH YEAH! DROCCEL! Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know who he is. You're right, he does deserve more love. Sorry! I know I didn't update in a while! COMENDESEI! (That how you spell sorry in Japanese? XD) Honestly, out of all the main demons for Alois, I found the triplets most lovable! You are actually wrong about Broki's name. But make sure to tell Mineemo that she actually guessed Broki's name 100% correctly. Also tell her I'm really sorry! But you did get Omemik being Kimemo backwards correctly. Oh...wow...oops. I see what you mean..he would be 34. Oops. Yea *nervous laughter* it was a typo...ha ha. Thanks, I honestly thought her backstory came out pretty well, glad you liked it. Yeah, Broki is actually really fun to write about. Didn't you and Mineemo say he was hot when he first appeared XD? Well, bye! MAKE SURE TO APOLOGIZE TO MINEEMO FOR ME! Also, look out for a line that one of you came up with and I used...hope u don't mind. :P. STILL APOLOGIZE THOUGH! I'M SOWWWYYY DX!

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TooManyGoat (from chapter 7): I'm so sorry for not replying! I actually read your review AFTER I posted chapter 8, so I'm sorry for this reply being so late. Neheehehe! I'm evil! I love torturing readers with cliffhangers. But just keep up with the story till the end...the cliffhangers make it worth it. Did she really!? You have NO idea how happy that makes me feel to realize someone recommended this story to a friend! I'm just...AHHHH X3! Thanks SO much! I know exactly how she feels, don't worry. Male Crona believer? I respect your belief, but I strictly believe s/he is a girl so...ya. Just tolerate it till the end...sorry if it annoys you though! I killed her because it ended built up tension and made it so I didn't have to incorporate her anymore. I'm trying to mention/add as many characters from SE as possible...so...Medusa was needed. Even if it was temporary. Bye! Review again next time!


Shinigami-sama paced the death room in front of his mirror, dreading and regretting the arrival of an invited guest.

Sid stood in the same room, watching as the death god paced back and forth, Nygus standing next to him, holding a clipboard. "Shinigami-sama, you've been pacing for a while now. Are you sure you're alright? Would you like a cup of tea to cool off?" Sid asked, finally cutting the silence.

Shinigami-sama waved his large, white hand dismissively. "No, no, that won't be needed." The eye holes of his mask dropped sadly as he sighed. "All the tea in the world wouldn't help," he mumbled.

"If I may ask, who are you waiting for, Shinigami-sama?" Nygus asked, cocking her head to the side.

Shinigami-sama sighed again. "Someone who is a clear fool," he answered.

The two others visibly stiffened with realization. "Shinigami-sama...did you really-" Sid never finished his sentence with what was next said.

A crash was heard through the wall, a strange silhouette barely visible through the dust of the fallen rubble. Shinigami-sama groaned, already predicting this.

"He's here," he mumbled regretfully.

"FOOLS! Of course I'm here! The only reason I wouldn't be here, is if my legend didn't start in the 12th century!"

"Yes, yes, of course-"

"FOOL! You have no right to speak. Did I allow you permission to audibly make noises!?"

"Considering he is the God of Death I woul-" Sid was once again interrupted, much to his annoyance.

"FOOL! Only fools would think I like pants!"

Nygus blinked. "Wh-"

"FOOL! I thought I told you to remain silent! Can't you see I'm busy debating on whether or not to wear pants!?"

Shinigami-sama sweat dropped, raising his cartoonish hand to scratch his head. "Um...shall we move on with what-"

"FOOL! I still didn't allow you to decide on my century! My legend begins in the 12th century!" Excalibur suddenly froze, stuck in the position of staring at Shinigami-sama.

The death god shifted rather uneasily under the weapon's gaze as he sweat dropped again. "Um…"

"Shinigami-sama, you had called us here before Excalibur's arrival. Did you mean to tell us something?" Nygus asked, now ignoring the frozen, white creature.

"Ah! Yes! That! I forgot...it seems." He raised his hands in an 'oh well' gesture. "Oopsie~"

Sid and Nygus sweat dropped, still wondering how this was their boss.

"But surely-"

"FOOL!"

Both Sid and Nygus jumped and gave a light shriek of surprise, their attention now back on the white creature with his pointed paw-or-hand-things-whatever-you-call-them on the top of his cane. "I don't appreciate being ignored. Provision number 256, earl gray tea is the only tea I enjoy!"

"But we never said anything about tea," Nygus whispered to Sid who nodded in return.

"Aha!"

Now the two other occupants in the room (not counting Excalibur) jumped again and their attention was shifted to the death god who had just yelled out.

"I have remembered what I forgot!"

"Oh, so what do you need us here for?" Sid asked. 'I have no desire to stay in this room another second,' the zombie thought with a mental sigh, not that he said this out loud.

"To keep me from murdering Excalibur during this small meeting," Shinigami-sama stated flatly.

'There goes my escape…'

Nygus sighed in harmony with Sid's groan. "Very well…"

"FOOLS! Be happy you are able to remain in my presence! My legend started in the 12th century, you know."

'I'd be happy if I wasn't in your presence,' Nygus mentally noted.

Shinigami-sama cleared his throat, bringing attention to him. "Now then...if you two would be so kind as to stand behind me," he said with a dreading frown hidden behind his mask as he motioned for Nygus and Sid.

The two nodded and stood behind their superior, ready to hold him back if necessary.

Excalibur stood by before leaning on his cane once more. "I honestly never thought you would have come to me for advice."

'Advice!? Excalibur!?' The two behind the reaper thought in utter shock.

"I have found that despite your obnoxious nature, you are the best candidate for well given advice," Shinigami-sama said calmly.

"FOOL! Of course I'm good at giving advice! My legend started in the 12th century, after all. Back when King Arthur still existed and I accompanied him in many wars. Lovely lad he was. He made and served the best earl gray tea. Actually, I used to live with an Earl named Gray. He too was a great lad with exceptional earl gray tea serving skills. I have my tea in the afternoon and my coffee in the morning. Remember that, it is provision 792. Regarding my pants, I don't wear any. I feel like my tailor back in Arthur's kingdom made too tight and itchy fabric when making my pants, so I simply decided to not wear any. My suit, however, was made as silky as my hat, because everyone knows that the taller the hat the better the chef. But only fools would think that I, Excalibur, am a chef. Though I have been commented that cats really enjoy pancakes, though I've never made pancakes. Of course they do! Excalibur has lovely pancake making skills that can break the heavens. I suppose I should make more pancakes. Anyway, when I left Arthur's castle-"

By now, Sid and Nygus were struggling to calm down the steaming reaper as Excalibur continued to rant about something that no one was following.

"-and thus he was stabbed and I left with the damsel in distress. She slapped me for some reason. Anyhow-"

"ENOUGH!" Shinigami-sama was struggling to keep his cool and was only succeeding in doing so by imagining all the ways he could Reaper Chop the sword into oblivion. "WE HAVE PRESSING MATTERS TO DISCUSS," the reaper continued in his terrifying voice, causing the two people behind him to slightly cower back in fear while this succeeded in silencing Excalibur. He sighed, allowing the black skull shaped energy revolving around him to settle back under his cloak as he cooled off, regaining his normal voice. "Listen, Excalibur. My son is scared of me, he has no proper memory of me, he has de-aged to a toddler, and he believes Liz and Patty are his parents!"

This, being the first time Sid and Nygus had heard this news, promptly shocked them.

Excalibur stayed silent a little more before speaking calmly. "Fool. I do not appreciate being interrupted, let alone yelled at. However much of a fool you are though, my shinigami friend, I shall help with the best of my ability."

Shinigami-sama let out a breath of relief.

'Guess I finally got through to him…'

"Thank you, Excalibur. I will be in your debt."

"Fool! You have no need to be in debt to me! Now, what I suggest you do is keep your distance from him for the time being. However, don't waste a second when trying to persuade him of your innocence. But I say don't pry. Don't chase him; wait for him to come to you."

At first this confused the occupants of the room though they ignored it.

"Thank you, Excalibur. I still would love it if you were to watch over Kiddo-kun. I have a feeling there's more going on that what meets the eye. Let alone, I have the feeling that this won't end soon. It could be a few years before I see my real son again," Shinigami-sama said sadly.

"I shall to the best of my abilities. Now then, I shall take my leave and end this meeting of you ignorant fools!"

"Oh, and Excalibur?"

"What is it, you fool?"

"Please refrain from crashing through the Death Room walls. Every time you do that I think someone has attacked us."

"Fool! Why would I stop doing my grand entrance? Grand entrances are the most important component when entering a room. I once entered a room full of Yakinuku! I like Yakinuku. Though it is rather hard to swallow Yakinuku. I believe I asked your son out to have some Yakinuku but he declined. Next time I go have some Yakinuku, would you like to join me?" (*manga spoiler* when Lord Death died in the manga, there was a dramatic scene with Kid mourning over his father's death which was incredibly ruined by Excalibur constantly poking in the scene and ranting about Yakinuku...it's really funny. It makes it hard to be sad but you don't want to be sad because it's funny and you don't want to laugh because it's sad! XD)

"You can leave now, Excalibur," Sid mentioned with a little more impatience in his voice than he intended to.

"Fool! Don't tell me when to leave! I will decide when to leave!"

Silence.

"I shall now leave," Excalibur stated proudly as he hopped out the hole in the wall he made.

The three remaining residents stared at the hole before Shinigami-sama broke the silence. "We need a new wall."


Twenty-three year old Kimemo walked silently down the streets of Death City, keeping to the shadows due to the bright light shining down from the Laughing Sun. (no joke, that's what it's called.) She would have been dressed in the same attire as when she abducted Kid, being as that was what she wore now, her hair supposed to be in it's now usual braid. But she was using a spell of her own creation, 'Fleeting Memory', which allowed her to disguise herself as how she looked at age seventeen, meaning at the moment, she wasn't in her normal attire. She looked like the average teenager, not counting her multicolored eyes, though she still kept to the shadows. She was also using 'Soul Protect' to blend in even more, appearing as a human, just like her fellow passersby which she would occasionally kill to test out that her magic was still working. Every time another body fell, and another soul escaped the corpse, Kimemo's kishin red eye gave a flash of light, startling any nearby witnesses, who of course, ended up dead as well.

She slightly regretted where she was going, but after the dream she had last night, which she regarded as more of a nightmare, she couldn't help herself. She had seen the big events six years ago; when Broki was still alive, flash before her in the form of a dream. She had woken up sweating and in tears, only calming down when Omemik accused her of not being eligible for insanity if she acted weak.

Night fell when she began to near her location, hopping from lamp post to lamp post, now under the light of the Bleeding Moon (once more what it's called). Thanks so the lack of residents out and the cover of darkness, Kimemo was back in her twenty-three year old form, in her usual attire, with her usual braid.

It didn't take long, but the witch now stood on the nearest lamp post to the roof of the building that was her destination, the breeze causing her silver and gold hair to gently flow with the said breeze. The same building with the abandoned mattress.

She landed onto the roof lightly, taking a moment to stare at the old surface and to the decomposing mattress. She could still see it. The small bickering fight between her and her brother six years before. She walked silently up to the mattress, her boots making light 'clack' 'clack' noises before she sat down on the dusty, rickety surface. A few springs were now sticking out, but she didn't care as she hoisted her booted feet onto the mattress.

She looked at the view she had looked at six years before, when waiting for her now, nonexistent brother.

Moments passed and Kimemo sat on the mattress, staring at the view with the breeze combing through her hair. She hadn't felt so relaxed since Broki's death, and yet, she still could feel the heavy weight of her loss on her chest. Finally, she laid her head back on the mattress, staring at the cloudless, starry sky until her eyes drooped, and she dozed off to sleep.


"HAHAHAHAA!" Toddler Kid ran around Gallows Manor, laughing as he clutched Liz's best stick of lipstick.

"GOD DAMMIT, KID! GET BACK HERE!" Liz ran after him, anger and annoyance present on her face. "Patty! Help me!"

"Haiiiii!" The younger weapon giggled with a large grin as she scooped up the toddler, causing him to squeal happily. He giggled as he lightly squirmed in her arms as Liz caught up to the two, panting, hands on knees as sweat dripped from her forehead.

"Than-" She never finished as she reached out for the stick, only to have Patty swing the little reaper onto her back and race away, giggling along with the four year old. "PATTY! YOU TRAITOR!"

This continued for a while before Liz decided to tackle the two to the ground, causing them both to squeal again. "Ahaaaahahaa! I got you!"

While she was on top of Patty, she noticed, Kid was not there. "Ah shit! KID!"

They heard giggling from under the coffee table near the kitchen, causing Liz to bolt to her feet and pursuit the sound.

Now reaching the coffee table, she shot her hands under the table and felt them contact Kid's sides, making his squeal...again...and plunge into a fit of giggles. When she pulled him out, she was met with the stick of lipstick open, and worn out half way. Before she could react, not counting her shocked and sweat dropped face, she felt the smooth, cold surface of the lipstick sweep across his lips and face messily. He giggled again before pulling his hand away. Liz now stood with deep red lipstick marks all over her lips and face.

"Gyahaha! Now we awre both bootifuwl!" He smiled up at his adoptive mother who recovered from her annoyance and sighed. Now that she looked at it more clearly, she could see he had similar streaks of red lipstick smeared all over his own face.

'What am I supposed to do with you?'

"My Death, Kid. You look more terrifying than pretty," Liz commented with another sigh as she repositioned him more securely in her arms as she went and retrieved a handful of napkins. "Ugh. You're such a mess!" She scrubbed at his face, taking care to be gentle even as she ignored his irritated squirming.

"Awww~ Oneechan you look so preeeeeety!" Patty bounded into the room, laughing at her sister's complexion. The older weapon glared at her sister as she finished cleaning Kid's face. Discarding of the now red stained ball of napkin, Liz quickly snatched the lipstick from her small meister and set it on the table before grabbing another handful of napkins for her own face. She placed the reaper down and began cleaning her own face before tossing that ball out as well.

Liz sighed as she inspected her ruined lipstick. "And that was my best one two," she whined.

Patty picked up the four year old as he ran towards her, hands outstretched. "It's ok, Lizzie! You have many others!" She smiled at her sister, who couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, but it was my best one!"

"Oh well~" Patty skipped out of the room with her meister, both giggling happily.

Liz sighed again. "Patty really is a bad influence on him…"

Just then, a loud knock was heard at the door, gaining the pistol's attention. When she opened the door, she noticed Tsubaki, Black*Star, Maka, and Soul standing there. "Oh! Hey guys, come on in!"

The other four greeted the teen happily, Soul, of course, going with the most casual greeting; "'Sup," as they let themselves in.

"So, how's Kid doing?" Tsubaki asked, a small, sad smile present on her features. "We heard that he's scared of Shinigami-sama now for some reason…"

Liz sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "He's doing fine, though Patty is a really bad influence on him. And you heard correctly. I don't know why though."

"This is so not cool," Soul started, scratching his snow, white hair. "Why Kid all of a sudden?"

"Well maybe because he's Shinigami-sama's son," Maka prompted, hands on her hips.

"Where is he anyway? It's rude to keep the great Black*Star waiting!"

Liz sighed once more. "Probably being corrupted by Patty."

"Oh! Hey guys! Why are you all here?" Patty walked into the room, grinning with Kid still in her arms.

"FWIENDS!" Kid jumped down from Patty's arms and ran up to Tsubaki, wrapping his arms around her leg as he look up at her, smiling.

She smiled down at the reaper and reached down, picking him up into her own arms.

"Hey! Why does he always go to you and not to me, the one to surpass the gods?" Black*Star pouted as he crossed his arms in annoyance.

Tsubaki smiled at her meister. "I don't know."

"Bwack*Stawr, don't be sad!"

The assassin smiled at his rival. Who wouldn't? His smiled soon turned into his wide grin. "The great Black*Star can't be sad, you buffoon!"

Kid scrunched his face in a thinking face as he slightly frowned at the bluenette. He then relaxed his face and looked up at the weapon, tugging on her shirt to let him down. She obliged as he then ran up to a now slightly confused assassin. He bent down and then leapt up, latching onto Black*Star's upper, left arm, causing him to lightly cry out in shock. Kid began giggling until he climbed up the assassin's arm and sat, legs dangling over the meister's shoulder as he hugged his blue haired head.

"Awre you stiwll sad?" He began laughing and buried his face into the strands. "BUFFOON! Gyahahaa! Buffoon! Buffoon! Youw're a buffoon!" He stopped and blinked, removing his head. "What's a 'buffoon'?"

'I never was sad. And I'm more embarrassed right now than anything…'

The rest of the teens chuckled, snickered, and giggled at the scene, causing Black*Star to blush more in embarrassment.

"No, but really, what are you doing here?" Patty, surprisingly being the first to recover, broke the chain of laughter.

Liz whacked her sister upside the head, making her let out a small yelp. "Don't be rude, Patty!"

Said pistol gingerly rubbed her aching head as she grinned at her older sister. "But they're our friends!"

"Doesn't mean you need to be rude," Liz sighed and whispered at the same time. (Is that even possible...to sigh and whisper at the same time...I don't know o_o)

"Well, in response to Patty's question," Maka began, getting slightly irritated from going off track. "We came to check on how you guys are doing with Kid and stuff."

"And I had the idea for us all to attempt to trigger Kid's memory," Soul added, annoyed that his meister hasn't mentioned his side of the visit's reason.

"Oh~" Patty made her noise of wonder as her form of agreement.

"That's actually not a bad idea," Liz pondered aloud, a finger to her chin as she stared at the ceiling.

"Of course it isn't! Because I came up with it," Black*Star stated proudly, pointing a finger at himself.

Soul shot a shocked and annoyed glare at his friend. "What are you talking about? Only a cool guy like me could come up with it!" This time it was Soul who pointed proudly to himself.

"Phff! Who said anything about you being the coolest guy here?"

"I did! Surpassing god? That's so lame and unoriginal…"

"UNORIGINAL!? Says the guy who's a scythe! They're so common these days."

"Scythes are not common! What are you talking about!? I'm completely unique."

"Mhmm, sure."
"Hey, you come from the Star Clan! Where everyone's names have 'star' somewhere in it! Not to mention, there's always some sort of star included in everything!"
"Of course I come from the Star Clan! It's because I'm such a big star!"

"See? There. Point proven."

"Wha-"

"ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU!"
The two males gave a noise of distressful pain as a pair of thick books were removed from the new dents made in their heads. Maka frowned at the two teens as she swiped the blood off of the spines of her books before putting them away from wherever she had originally gotten them out from. The two said teens fell over, two identical fountains of blood spewing from their cracked skulls.

Tsubaki sighed. "Oh, Black*Star. What am I going to do about you?"
Kid had somehow nimbly avoided the spine of the book that had embedded the dent in the assassin's head and was now currently in Maka's arms.

Said teen looked down at the toddler in her arms, her mind racing.

'That silver thing…'

Her mind, working at the speed it was, recalled their bloody experience in the hallways of Shibusen a good month back. Along with it, came once again, her suspicions about the silver sliver of light that slithered into her friend's stomach wound that only she seemed to have noticed. Unexpectedly, she repositioned her arm under his arms and used her other, free hand to lift up his white t-shirt. (Just remember what he wore when they went to play basketball back a few chapters ago...that's what he's wearing again)

"Um...Maka? What are you doing?" Liz peered at her friend in a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance.

The meister jumped at the sound of her name, releasing the fabric, letting it fall to cover the toddler's stomach again. "O-oh...nothing!"

The pistol narrowed her eyes in suspicion before shrugging it off and taking her meister from Maka. "Well...anyway...what's the plan, Maka?"

"Plan? What plan?"

Liz gawked at her seemingly organized friend suddenly acting so disorientated.

"The plan to bring back Kid's memory, silly!" Patty answered for her sister.

"Oh! Yeah! That! Sorry, I was a little disoriented at that moment," Maka confessed, rubbing the back of her neck, embarrassed.

The pistol rolled her eyes. "I could tell. What were you thinking about anyway?"
"Oh! It's nothing to worry about, really."

Soul, having recovered and knowing his meister quite well, was listening in and narrowed his crimson eyes, for he knew Maka was lying.

"Well, anyway, don't you think we should...maybe... go over the plan?" Tsubaki piped up timidly.

"Ah, yes! That," Maka recalled, feeling even more embarrassed. "I think we could start off making some things asymmetrical and seeing if he reacts."

"Really, Maka? That's the best you can think of?"

"Shut up!" The meister once more chopped her weapon on the head, knocking him to the ground once more.

"I think we could try that," Tsubaki agreed with a smile.

Liz shrugged. "Never know. Could work."
"Do you think he will start crying this time, oneechan?"
"Never know," the older pistol replied indifferently.

"What do you say, Kiddo?" This time, the question was directed to Kid who had, for some reason, switched from Liz's arms to Patty's while the teens were all talking. "Wanna try that out?"
The toddler looked up at the younger pistol and blinked. "What's 'asymmetwicawl' mean, mommy?"

"I dunno~"

The teens all sweat dropped while Liz face palmed. "My Death, Patty. If you're going to ask a question like that, be prepared to answer any possible questions from him."

Patty looked at her sister and shrugged with a grin. "Oh well~"

"I seriously don't know what to do with you, Patty."

And thus, the teens began to basically destroy the manor with hopes of regaining Kid's memories.


(Quick note… "this is Kimemo talking", "This is Omemik", 'And this is Kimemo thinking'.)

Kimemo's eyes snapped open, but instead of having to see the night sky she fell asleep under, she was met with a blindingly white void.

"What the...where am I?" She stood up, confused as she looked at her surroundings. She was still dressed in her normal attire along with her normal braid. However, what she failed to notice was that both her eyes were a human soul blue, like before her parents' murder.

"In your mind."

The witch spun around and noticed a figure standing at the part of the white void that switched suddenly to black. It created the visual perspective of having a large, vast, and endless void split into two colors; a black side and a white side. Kimemo currently stood on the white side.

It didn't take long, but the twenty-three year old soon classified the figure as herself, when she was seventeen. The teen was dressed in the blood caked outfit that Kimemo wore during the day she murdered her parents, the hair of the figure let down like when she had worn it. The only difference was that when the teen raised her head, both her eyes were a kishin red that seemed to give off a strong glow on the black side of the void.

"O-omemik!?"
"Who else?"
"But...how did I get here?" Kimemo now faced her other self, Omemik, who grinned insanely.

"I've brought you here from my own free will."

"But how!? You've never been able to do that!"

Omemik's grin widened. "Six years ago, maybe." She took a step closer to the witch, a few glowing, silver and gold chains spawning around her feet. "But your sanity is slowly breaking. I've been chipping at it this long…"

Kimemo took a wary step back, knowing full well what her insanity could do. Omemik had taken only that one step, but her chains slithered through the air towards the edge of the color difference.

She then lost her grin and now frowned visibly just as the chains were stopped midair, seeming to have made contact with a wall at the very edge of the two sides, the air rippling as it resisted the chain's trying to enter to the other side. "Yet it's still not enough."

Kimemo let out a breath of relief she didn't know she had held. 'That's such a relief. She can't get to me…'

"As of yet."

Kimemo blinked in confusion. "Pardon?"

Omemik smiled ominously knowingly. "Don't seem so confused. You know very well what I mean." The chains now had retracted and were now gone from around her feet.

The witch froze. 'Wait...can she hear my thoughts?"

"Yes, indeed I can."

"Wait, what?"
"You can't hide anything from me. I am a part of you. Anything you do or think, I do also."

Kimemo's fists clenched by her sides. "You've said that before," she whispered regretfully.

Omemik's smile widened. "Indeed I have."

Silence.

"I can show you my proof, though I don't think you need anymore," the teen cocked her head to the side, eyes whirling with insanity as she continued smiling a toothy grin.

Kimemo had been staring at the white ground, and didn't look up, merely narrowing her eyes. "What proof?"

Omemik raised her hand and opened the palm, allowing blue and white wisps of flowing light to release and twirl, coiling, curling, and swimming in an orb like fashion above her palm. "Know what this is?"
Kimemo had now raised her head, her eyes now fixed on the sparkling essence. "No."

"Your sanity."

"My...what?"

"My dear other, Kimemo, must I repeat everything?"

"Well, I thought you said you still haven't stolen my sanity."

Omemik nodded. "Yes, that is true. However, I have stolen some. That is what you see here."

Kimemo couldn't seem to look away from the swirling sanity, narrowing her eyes at it. Suddenly her left eye began to sting, causing her to hiss in pain and slap her hand over it as reflex. Just as she did so, Omemik closed her fingers around Kimemo's stolen sanity, allowing it to settle back into her palm. Her grin widened to an impossible length as wisps of human soul blue invaded her red in her left iris.

When Kimemo removed her hand, wisps of kishin red were slipping into the blue of her left iris in harmony with the rate of Omemik's left iris. Soon, Kimemo's eyes were back to a human soul blue for her right iris, and a kishin red for her left. Omemik's was the opposite, kishin red for her right iris, and a human soul blue for her left.

Omemik snickered before the black of her side suddenly lashed out onto the white side and wrapped around Kimemo so she was now falling through solid darkness, her other self no longer present.


Kimemo shot up on the mattress, panting and sweating with a hand on her chest to slow down her heart rate, eyes squeezed shut.

'A dream?'

She took long gasps of air, slowly calming herself as she eased her eyes open.

'No. That was most definitely real.'

She raised her head to the sky, peering at the same cloudless, starry sky she had fallen asleep under. She gripped the fabric of the mattress with her opposite hand, letting her head to drop again so she stared at her lap, bangs cloaking her eyes. Finally having more shallow breaths and a slower heartbeat, Kimemo relaxed, glancing at a nearby puddle to notice her eyes. They were back to their multicolored pair.


It had been a few hours of no progress. Basically, as the six teens and one toddler all flopped down on the couches in the living room of Gallows Manor, they had failed to toggle anything. They had tried many different suggestions. Making everything asymmetrical, trying to tell Kid stories about different things they did with their friends where he took part, telling him about his rants, telling him about how he defeated Black*Star...twice...much to the assassin's dismay, telling him stories about Lord Death, and Liz and Patty even attempted to tell him about their first meeting with Kimemo, but to no avail. The toddler still remained as oblivious to his real life as he was before.

Soul sighed, leaning back into the cushion as he closed his eyes, facing the ceiling. "Nothing is workinggggg," he groaned.

"We just have to keep trying," Tsubaki attempted to encourage, even though she too had given up.

"Trying won't change anything. It's obviously doing nothing! No offense, Tsubaki," Black*Star said.

His weapon smiled at him. "It's alright. To be honest, I've also given up."
Kid sat in between Liz and Patty, blinking at the tired teens. "I did wike da stowies!"

Patty ruffled his hair playfully. "Of course you did! They're all about you~"
The toddler blinked at the pistol, confusion deepening in his golden eyes. "What?"
Liz glared at her sister. "Don't confuse the child!"

"Oh. Sorry~"

The teens continued to discuss different ways to help Kid when a knock was heard at the door. When the teens went to open it, there stood Kimemo herself, grinning evilly with her glowing kishin red eye.


SUSPENSE! I feel like last chapter's suspenseful ending didn't meet the same expectations other chapters had, so I guess this makes up for that.

Well, anyway...hopefully you guys enjoyed! I haven't said this in a while...but please review!

And once more...I have no clue when I'm going to update again. Soz. Probably a long time, but at least the chapter will be freakishly long. I hope. Sorry about this short chapter btw.

And I once again have nothing to say...so

Bye~