I don't own Soul Eater or I'm Yours. They belong to their respective owners. This story has gone back to the intensity. I promise it will be funnyish again sometime soon.
After the tension had seemed to pass and dinner was finished, the kids were sitting in the living room playing videogames, talking, and having a good time. Catherine walked into the room and called Desmond out to speak to her privately for a moment. The first thing Catherine noticed was she had changed her clothes and was now wearing a black turtle neck that was a little too short on her and showed her mid-drift and a pair of jeans.
"I just wanted to apologize for the things you said to me during dinner. I'll tell you the real reason your father and I split up and why I wasn't at his funeral tomorrow. For now enjoy the rest of your night," Catherine said and before Desmond had a chance to respond, walked away quietly.
Desmond sat back down with her friends and swallowed the feeling of something going horribly wrong. She just pretended that everything was fine. For once in her life she was going to get the answers she was looking for. And this one was the biggest. For years Desmond was convinced that Catherine and Vic had split up because of her, because of something she had done, then when Catherine didn't show up at Vic's funeral, it complicated things even more.
At the end of the night, Desmond and Rain went back to their apartment (Rain gave her a piggyback) and Michael and Catherine went to the hotel they were staying in.
The next morning, as Desmond was preparing breakfast, the phone rang. "Hello?" Desmond said sweetly into the receiver.
"Desmond, it's Catherine. I'm not feeling too well. Can we do a rain check and I'll tell you everything you want to know tomorrow?" Catherine asked from the other line. This caused Desmond's blood to boil. Good job Catherine. Live up to my expectations and just keep lowering the bar. You're only hurting yourself with this, Desmond thought angrily. "Yeah, it's fine. Feel better," Desmond said before hanging up the phone and continuing to cook.
Rain walked out of his room and sat down as Desmond was finishing up cooking. "Who were you talking to?" he asked.
"Catherine postponed her telling answering my questions. What a surprise," Desmond said sarcastically.
Rain sighed. "Dez, maybe you should cut her some slack every once in a while. You never know, maybe one day something is going to happen and you won't get a chance to take back the things you've said and then you'll be even more messed up knowing that you were horrible to your mom when she tried to make amends and you'll regret it the rest of your life," Rain said.
Desmond just shrugged him off and began to eat her breakfast. After they ate, the team left to go to Shibusen to get Desmond's ankle checked by Nygus.
"Well, it's defiantly healing, but you still need to stay off of it. No walking to Shibusen in the middle of the night without your crutches," Nygus said threateningly. Desmond looked down in shame. How did she know? Desmond thought.
"As for the rest of your injuries, they're healing very well. That one on your face thought might leave a scar. It was pretty deep. Just remember to put extra sunscreen on it when you go out during the summer. Or even a bandage of some sort," Nygus told her.
"Okay," Desmond said, antsy to get out of the infirmary as soon as she could.
"Well then, I will see you again in a week and hopefully your ankle will be almost completely healed by then. Oh and congratulations, you don't need your crutches anymore. You can leave them by the door on your way out," Nygus said dismissing them.
As they walked past the Death Room, Spirit walked out. "Ah, just the girl I was looking for. Shinigami-sama would like to talk with you, Desmond. You can come too, Rain," Spirit said opening the door wider for them to walk in. While walking down the hallway, Rain and Desmond exchanged looks as if asking each other what was going on mentally. Rain shrugged trying to respond to Desmond's unspoken question.
As they approached Shinigami-sama he looked up and said cheerfully, "What's up? What's up? What's up?"
"Hi Shinigami-sama," Rain said respectfully.
"Hello. What's the deal? What do you need?" Desmond asked getting down to the real reason she was in the Death Room again.
"Desmond, do you remember when Vic was in critical condition after the car accident?" he asked seemingly out of the blue.
Desmond looked at her feet. "Unfortunately. Why do you ask?" she said quietly.
"Do you remember the note you wrote? The one you gave to Spirit to deliver to me?" Shinigami-sama continued.
Desmond's head popped up remembering what he was talking about and Rain tried not to laugh. Desmond smacked his arm. "I was nine," she said defensively. Then turned to Shinigami-sama and said, "Yes I remember that."
"Well I was wondering if you would like it back. It is a very cute note if I do say so myself," Shinigami-sama offered.
"Oh no thank you. I don't even remember what the thing said. I don't even know if I wrote it myself. I might have just had either Spirit or Kami write it while I said what to write," Desmond said trying to think back seven years.
"Well then, in that case…" Shinigami-sama trailed off going through a stack of papers until he found one and pulled it out. "Then I'll just read it to you!"
Desmond was sure that under his mask he was smiling.
"Dear Shinigami-sama, you may not know me, but I do know of you. My name is Desmond Anya Flint and my daddy is not doing good. On his way home from a trip, he got hit by a car and is in the hospital. He needs to get better fast because my mommy doesn't live with us and if he doesn't get better, then I'm not gonna have anyone to live with. Daddy said something about Maka's family, but I don't wanna go there because they always look like their fighting. I don't wanna go to my mommy, she wasn't nice. Well she was nice but I don't know why she left. I think it was because of me. So I need daddy to get better tomorrow. You're not going to be able to add another soul to your list any time soon. I wont let you. I'm not trying to be mean, I just want my daddy. From Desmond," Shinigami-sama put the letter down on a table and looked back at Desmond. Her face was red with embarrassment. Rain was chuckling. "I don't believe you were ever that cute," he said quietly.
"Shut up," Desmond told him hitting his arm again.
"It's not something to be embarrassed over Desmond. It was very noble of you to try to take matters into your own hands and try to save your father's life, even though you were only nine. I showed that to you so you could know that you do belong here, no matter what you may think. You're not like your mother, you're more compassionate, and a better meister at that. You can go here without following in her footsteps," Shinigami-sama explained to her.
Desmond looked up, shock and confusion written out on her face. She nodded.
"Okay then, have a nice day you two! I'll see you for school on Monday!"
The team left the Death Room and as soon as the door was shut, Rain turned to Desmond. "Do not tell me you were thinking of quitting Shibusen because of what happened with Catherine last night. Tell me Shinigami-sama was wrong and that wasn't what you were thinking at all," Rain pleaded.
Desmond shrugged. "I wasn't thinking rationally last night. I knew the last part that he said to me before we even got to Shibusen for Nygus to check my ankle this morning," Desmond reassured him.
"Okay. You wanna go to Soul and Maka's apartment?" he asked. Desmond nodded and the two left Shibusen.
On their way over, the team met up with Soul and Maka on their way to Death Bucks. "Come with us!" Maka offered. Soul nodded in agreement.
While sitting with their drinks and snacks the door opened letting in a cold rush of air. Desmond looked up, then looked back down quickly. "Michael, nine o'clock," she whispered to Rain, who then looked up.
"He's coming over here. Probably to correct the way I'm holding my cup," Rain joked.
"Desmond, I need to talk to you outside for a moment," he said with a grave tone. Desmond stood up and left the establishment behind Rain's dad.
"The real reason Catherine couldn't meet up with you today was because she was in the hospital," he informed Desmond.
Desmond pointed to her face and said, "This is my surprised face." As she turned to go back in Michael stopped her.
"Desmond, its not some small problem that you could just brush off as chronic ulcers or the usual… she might be dying," he said lowing his volume.
Desmond froze holding the handle to the door. "What?" she breathed.
Michael nodded. "I think you should visit her. She's in the local hospital," Michael told her.
Desmond nodded and walked back in, grabbed her things, and left without a word to her friends.
Maka looked at the boys and said, "I'll take care of this one." And got up and walked out after Desmond.
Maka found Desmond on the side of a building in an alley standing still. "Desmond!" Maka called as she ran over to her childhood friend. Maka placed a hand on Desmond's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong Desmond?"
Desmond looked at Maka, looked into her green eyes, and began to cry. Her knees gave out and she fell onto Maka, who caught her. "Desmond, what's wrong?" Maka asked again in a sweeter tone.
"She might be dying," Desmond said quietly.
"What? Who?" Maka asked concerned.
"Catherine might be dying." Desmond said looking up to meet Maka's eyes with her own, filled with tears.
You healed these scars over time
You raised my soul, you loved my mind
You're the only angle in my life.
The day news came, my best friend died.
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the solider in your eyes…