Birthright
AN: Hay guys and girls! So I see the reviews have stopped coming so I have to assume my story isn't very good anymore because I attempt to always put something interesting in the chaps… Never a dull moment and all that… And reviews are important to a writer, it inspires me to do the next chap. That's how bad it is :( So please R&R or I will stop my story early. Hope you like :)…
Chapter 9: Kid's final decision.
The Warlock's judgement?
Maka came charging at Mereck at full speed, Soul raised above her head. She brought it down on Mereck's head, he sidestepped the attack and Soul's blade was stuck in the floor. Mereck swung Sarah in a wide arch, attempting to separate Maka from Soul. Maka simply ducked under the blade and used the opening to punch Mereck in the face. He staggered back a step, comforting his cheek. Maka got Soul loose and renewed her assault.
While charging at Mereck she swung Soul, using the momentum of each swing to strengthen the next. This made her attacks fiercer, but also immensely predictable. Mereck avoided each attack with simple bobs and weaves. Then he stuck Sarah out and Maka's vicious swing hooked Soul's blade around Sarah's handle. Mereck used her and Soul to thrust himself forward and landed both his feet on Maka's face. Maka lost her grip on Soul and flew across the room, hit the wall and made a huge dent while she spat up blood.
"Hay! Go a little easier on her. She's still my mom you know." Sarah lectured Mereck as Maka regained her footing and picked Soul up again. "Sorry, I kinda got lost in the moment," he pleaded his case rubbing the back of his head guiltily.
Maka was up again and looking at the pair. "You're stronger then I had anticipated witch-", "warlock" Mereck corrected her in mid-sentence. "Oh who cares! The point is I'm not holding back anymore," Maka said. A victorious smile spread across her face. Mereck smirked, "Proclaiming victory so soon? You have a lot to learn about me, Miss Maka." Maka looked at him with a confused face, "Miss? I'm not your teacher anymore, I don't teach kishin.", "How would a kishin be able to do the Genie Hunter?" Mereck asked attempting to prove her wrong.
"That little test you passed. It was flawed, because Genie hunter only works on what the wielder perceives as evil; it doesn't focus on inherent evil." Maka answered. "Well in that case I'll just have to prove to you that I don't mean any harm." Mereck said, about to put Sarah down when Maka lunged at him again.
She sliced at his feet forcing him to jump away. Maka had known he would do that. She quickly got underneath him and swiped upward with Soul. Mereck barely blocked in time with Sarah. He sliced at Maka as soon as he was on the ground again, but she rolled underneath the swing and landed a blow on his leg. The blood splashed on the floor as Mereck winced in pain.
He brought Sarah's shaft down to where Maka's abdomen was, but she dodged it with little effort and landed behind Mereck. He ended up breaking the floorboards instead. Before he could respond again Maka attacked him from behind with amazing speed. She sliced Soul across Mereck's back. He grunted with pain and fell to one knee. Blood started pooling on the floor.
As fast as he could Mereck dived to the side, avoiding yet another attack from Maka. 'Damn it, she's too fast. I can't land a blow before her next attack. It's all I can do to dodge, but I won't use magic. This fight I'll win or lose fair and square.' As soon as Mereck landed again he spun to face Maka just as she lunged for him again. This time he saw an opening. He sidestepped again and hooked Soul's blade with Sarah's and pulled Maka back towards him. He brought his fist up and hit her in the stomach as hard as he could.
Maka dangled in the air for a while held up only by Mereck's fist who was now panting with exhaustion. Suddenly she smiled and brought Soul up to stab Mereck through the stomach, but before the blade got close Mereck hoisted Maka up and slammed her down on the ground with great speed. She spat up blood again and cringed a bit in pain. "I thought I told you to take it easy damn it!" Sarah yelled at Mereck again. "Have you even been watching the fight? She was kicking my ass! I had to do something! It's hard enough not being able to use you to do any damage!" he defended himself, now very angry at having to go easy on someone who wants to kill him.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through Mereck's chest. He looked down and saw Soul's black and red blade sticking out of his chest. His eyes rolled up as he slumped forward and fell on the ground, the blood pooling around him.
Maka wrenched Soul out of the warlock's back with a look of pure disgust on her face. "That's what you get for going easy on me." Maka spat at the body of her daughter's former meister.
Sarah was completely numb, she couldn't blink, scream or even think. All she could do was star at the bleeding body in front of her that used to be her meister. She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard her mother say, "Sarah-" but before she could continue with her sentence something in Sarah snapped and Maka was horrified by the look of pure rage in her daughter's red eyes.
"You..." Sarah whispered menacingly at her mother as her hand turned into a scythe blade. "You'll pay for this!" She shouted while lunging at her mother, who was stunned in shock, but before the blade could make contact with Maka, Sarah saw Mereck move.
"Good Death that hurts!" Mereck grunted as he struggled to sit up. Sarah ducked back down and helped him sit up, her green eyes filling with tears. "Mereck! I thought you were gone for good!" She stammered, tears rolling down her face. "Nope, not yet, but if I don't use a healing rune on this soon, I might be." He started crawling to the edge of the rather big blood pool when Maka put Soul at Mereck's throat. "Forgotten about me?" she asked, not a hint of emotion in her voice or face.
Sarah put the blade of her father against her own throat and spread her arm sacrificially as she said, "If you want him, you have to kill me first." Maka stared at her with her blank face. "Sarah, don't-", "Do it," Sarah interrupted her mother's plight. "No Sarah, don't do this," Mereck said tugging weekly at his weapons revealing jacket. "Don't turn on your family for my sake," He pleaded. "It's too late," she answered, still staring her mother down, "they've already turned on me." When Maka heard her daughter say that a pain unlike any she had ever felt before shot through chest.
She could barely hold on to Soul as her knees began to tremble and tears welled up in her eyes. "Sarah, I-" This time she was interrupted by the classroom door bursting open and Kid yelling, "Don't harm the boy!" Everyone in the class, even the over emotional people who had been crying hysterically over the scene of pure loyalty and heart break, were staring at their Lord Death who was panting in exhaustion in their classroom door.
Maka's resolve hardened as well as her grip on Soul. "Kid this boy's soul is red, He's a kishin." She said, her poker face trained on Mereck once again. "That's where you're wrong." Kid said surprising everyone except Sarah, who had known this from the very beginning. Maka's expression remained unchanged and her gaze never left Mereck's pained face. "What do you mean?" she asked Kid flatly.
"Well I've been going through my Father's old books and found some information he had gathered about warlocks in the times before the DWMA was founded. Apparently their souls are inherently red." Kid said matter-of-fact like.
"That doesn't change the fact that he's a witch!" Maka said visibly losing some of her resolve. Finally Soul did something. He changed into human form and stood in front of Maka hands in his jacket pockets. "No Maka, that's enough. If the boy isn't a kishin I won't risk losing my daughter over this.", "Too late for that," Sarah said coldly from where she was helping Mereck draw a healing rune on the ground. Soul winched at the tone of her voice and Maka fell to her knees as she blankly stared into space.
Mereck touched the crudely drawn rune on the ground and breathed the word "Heal." Softly and a golden light shone on his chest as the flesh and bone knitted back together. It was a painful process, but he only gritted his teeth. All the blood that was on the ground also re-entered his wound leaving no trace of the thing, except for two thick scars on his chest and back.
"Well that's much better!" Mereck shouted energetically cracking every joint he had. Sarah was a bit stunned that he could heal so easily and wasn't completely convinced he was.
"Idiot!" she yelled sucker punching him across the face, "You almost died and now you're supposedly fine?", "Yeah..." He answered weekly, twitching on the ground. "Oh no! It's not that easy," she stated dragging him kicking and flailing out of the classroom lecturing him. He made eye contact with Kid and pleadingly mouthed "HELP ME!" Kid just waved at him and mouthed back, "Have fun," followed by an amused grin.
Soul walked up to Kid carrying Maka who seemed to have passed out or something. "Well since Sarah practically hates you for now," Soul winched at that statement, "and Mereck can't stay in the dungeon forever, I think we should let them live together." Soul sighed. "I guess this was inevitable." He glanced down at Maka. "She won't be too happy about this you know.", "True, I guess I'll just have to barricade myself in the Death Room for a while." Kid sighed.
Soul started walking out the class with the students who all guessed that the rest of the period had been cancelled and were excitedly talking about the fight. Suddenly Soul stopped and looked over his shoulder at Kid, who was still standing in the class, and asked. "By the way, why didn't you just Teleport here through the observation mirror you have, you could have stopped the fight before it started."
Kid's bangs shadowed his face in a dark, serious way, "Oh, that thing..." Then he looked up at Soul and rubbed the back of his head guiltily. "I couldn't stand looking at my hair in the mirror!"
AN: LOL Kid WHY!? Haha I even interrupted Maka 3 times... I have guts. I swear she's gonna Maka Cho- Oh shit here she comes! Reaper out!
