The next day.
A tired, grouchy, and young shinigami soared over the city below on his skateboard. He carried a 6-foot complaining Death Scythe, who would not shut up.
"But why can't we stop for food, I'm hungry!" Spirit whined.
"Because we're going back to report to my father. For the last time, Spirit, we will get fed there." Kid hissed, and Spirit continued to complain.
"Look, there goes one of the best restaurants in town," Spirit said, "and look, a coffee shop." Kid let out a sigh of frustration.
"Spirit—"
"They're having a sale on pastries! Pastries, Kid!" He yelled.
"If you want them so bad, go get them," and with that, he threw the Death Scythe and continued to ride on his board.
"AIEEEEEEEEE!" Spirit shrieked, plummeting down. Kid rolled his eyes, swopped down in and caught the struggling Death Scythe.
"Now, any more problems?" Kid asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"N-No," Spirit whimpered, "but why couldn't we see Maka?" Kid froze.
"Because we couldn't, Spirit." He said simply.
"But I love my Maka!" He whined, and Kid had the urge to drop him again. "I'm just doing what any father would do, worrying about their child!"
"Oh, really? Tell that to my father. He could learn a few lessons from you." Kid said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Spirit stopped blabbering after that.
They arrived at the D.W.M.A shortly, and Kid hopped off. Spirit turned into his human form, and stretched while making baby dinosaur noises. He attempted to make small talk and lame jokes to lighten the mood, but Kid just stalked on ahead towards his father's room. He burst through the doors, and marched right up to the small platform containing a large mirror and Lord Death.
"Hi, hey, hello!" Lord Death sang, and Kid's eye twitched. "Oh, it's you, Kiddo-kun!"
"Yes, Chichiue, it's me."
"Kiddo-kun, I want to say I'm very glad you're back. That witch was far more powerful than we anticipated!"
"I let her get away, Chichiue!" Kid suddenly yelled, and tension weighed heavily in the air.
"Well, yes, but she was a powerful opponent, and it doesn't matter." Lord Death stammered, confused. Kid hung his head in shame.
"I thought…I thought you'd be mad," Kid said timidly, "I let the witch get away."
"The important thing is that you're here, and you're safe." Lord Death said cheerfully.
"One more thing, Chichiue. When are you coming home?" He asked, avoiding his father's mask-eyes.
"I'll be home soon, Kiddo, I promise." He declared.
"Promise is a strong word, Chichiue." Kid commented quietly before walking out of the room. Shinigami-sama sighed and turned towards Spirit.
"Spirito-kun, thank you for bringing Kid back safely."
"No problem, he fights well." Spirit answered with a cheesy grin.
"Cause', you know, if anything would've happened to him, I would have killed you!" He sang with an oddly cheery voice. Spirit gulped. "Just kidding." Spirit managed a nervous laugh, but something told him Lord Death wasn't really kidding.
He exited the room to find Kid looking out over the city from a balcony. Deciding not to disturb the thoughtful boy, Spirit snuck away quietly.
"I've known your father for quite a while. He doesn't really know me, but he has met my sister quite a few times." Kid shuddered, thinking of that woman's voice that had come to him in a dream. It wasn't a coincidence that he had met her the next day. She new who he was, and also who his father was. It definitely made him feel uneasy, but he brushed it off and returned to his home.
(A/N: Nothing really exciting happened between then and now, just a couple of missions and Stein wanting to dissect everything in his path)
A year later . . .
"Who could be calling at this hour?" Kid grumbled, falling out of bed and then clumsily running down the stairs to answer the mirror. He glanced that the time, which read 5:37. "It's not eight yet. It's five. Five in the morning. Why?" He asked himself.
"Hi, Kiddo-kun!" A voice answered, and Kid groaned.
"What, Chichiue," he answered with a raspy voice.
"I have a mission for you! Meet me in the school." Shinigami-sama instructed, and then abruptly ended the call.
"This had better be one heck of a mission." Kid muttered before stumbling out the door.
In ten minutes, he arrived at the school and rushed into his father's office.
"What is the mission, Chichiue?"
"Let me tell you. . ."
The heel of tall, black boots clicked on the pavement as a figure advanced from the shadows that lined the dark alleyway. Dirty blonde hair swished from side to side as the figure walked toward a man. The man, who was overweight and wearing a rather expensive suit, cowered against the wall, clutching his briefcase.
"W-What do you want?" He asked, his voice shaking. Laughter floated from the figure, as she stepped into view. Cold, unforgiving blue eyes stared into his as she leaned in close to his face. A piece of straw, or some grass-like material hung from her mouth, and her breath smelled of mint. She turned and spat on the ground.
"Money. Cough it up, all of it, and we may just let you live," the girl chuckled. The man observed the figure in front of him. A black tee shirt hung loosely on the girl's shoulders, and dark, baggy jeans sagged on her hips. Black boots climbed their way up her slender legs, stopping just below the knee. She didn't look like much of a threat.
"Why would I do that?" The man asked, trying to regain confidence.
"Patty," she called, and another figure stepped in to view, "care to demonstrate?" The figure nodded, causing her short, messy blonde hair to bounce up and down. A pink tank top clung to her thin figure, and gray sweatpants covered part of her black shoes. She was shorter than the other girl.
"Sure thing, sis." Patty answered with an almost demonic grin. In a flash, she transformed into a sleek, gray and black Beretta 92FS, which the taller sister caught easily in her hand.
"I guess you don't know who we are," she prompted, and the man shook his head, "we're the Thompson sisters. Yah know, the Devils of Brooklyn?" She jested, and the man's eyes widened.
"Y-You've got to be kidding me," he whispered in fear, "here! Take my money, just please don't hurt me!" He begged, and the taller figure smirked, twirling the pistol around for effect. She snatched the wallet, and gestured towards his wrist.
"Your watch, too," she smirked. He forked it over quickly.
"C-Can I go now?" He pleaded.
"Your phone."
"Of course…" he muttered, and she threw it on the ground.
"Now go." She demanded, prodding the gun against his side. He scrambled up, running quickly.
"Nice, sis!" Patty laughed, transforming back into her human form. Her sister, Liz, returned the smile. She ruffled through the contents of the wallet.
"Not as much as I'd thought it'd get us. This'll only get us a couple'a days," Liz observed with a frown, "one more should work." As if the heavens had heard her, a young man was walking down the alleys, not too far away. He was dressed in a pristine suit; hands shoved in his pockets, expensive shoes clacking on the pavement. A ring glistened from each hand, but Liz couldn't make out the design. She wouldn't have been able to detect him if it weren't for his pale, flawless skin. She smirked, brushing her hair back from her shoulder. This guy was practically begging to be robbed. You don't walk down in these parts with that kind of clothing. They approached him, heads down. When he drew near enough, Liz grabbed a fistful of his suit and slammed him against the wall. Patty transformed once again and fitted perfectly into her sister's hand.
"Give us your money, now." She commanded in a sharp voice. She eyed this…boy carefully. He didn't seem scared senseless like all the grown men they had robbed. In fact, he didn't look concerned in the slightest. His raven colored hair fell into his eyes just slightly, and a smile played upon his lips.
"You two look familiar," he said, his voice ringing clearly with no signs of nervousness, "have I seen you before?" Liz's gaze faltered, blue being swallowed by piercing golden orbs.
"We ask the questions, we give the commands. Fork it all up." She demanded, and Patty's laughter crackled through the air.
"That's a nice pistol. A Beretta 92FS, I'm presuming?" He said once again.
"I said, give us your money!"
"Can you also turn into a weapon of that nature? Same model, size, color and such?" He asked. Liz hesitated.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" She scoffed.
"So, you two are perfectly…symmetrical?" Liz swore she saw the guy's eyes light up in admiration.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Give us your stuff," her gaze hardened as she pressed the gun closer, "and we'll let you live."
The guy smirked. He actually smirked! Liz snarled at his easy-going expression.
"I only have this on me at the moment," he offered her a wad of cash. "If you don't mind me, I'll be on my way." He said before maneuvering out of Liz's grasp and walking away.
"H-Hey, I'm not done with you!" She cried out, but he merely waved his hand in farewell before disappearing behind a corner. Patty transformed and the two stood there in silence.
"He was weird. But cool." Patty whispered, a trace of awe in her voice.
"He didn't even look scared," Liz said with a frown, "but this cash will get us far. Let's go, Patty." She said, and the two locked arms before walking away into the darkness.
Footsteps pounded, echoing through the strained air. The two figures panted, pausing for only a split second before they sprinted down another alleyway.
"Come on, Patty," the dirty blonde cried, gripping her sister's wrist tightly. They spun around a corner and continued to run. More shouts were heard from behind, and they ran faster. Hearts pounding inside their chests, eyes wide with fear. Liz suddenly jerked her sister to the right, fleeing to the only place she could think of. A large, run-down building came into view, and relief washed over her. She ran up to the door, flinging it open. They ran across the cracked floor towards the back, where an escape was located. Maneuvering their way through cluttered isles, they almost got lost. Liz spotted the door, and she pushed against it. She kept pushing, but it wouldn't budge. She flung her shoulder against it, and Patty put in effort as well, but the thing wouldn't move. Liz ran to a boarded up window, hoping the boards had rotted enough to peel off. Her luck ran out after the first board, and she went on to another window. The same result came from it. She was making her way to the next when she heard angry shouts drift through the air. Her heart sunk, and she was chilled to the bone. She quickly motioned for Patty to squat, and they crawled through the isles.
They had been creeping their way towards a door on the side, hoping they could open it. The door came into view, but so did a group of the people that had been following them. They quickly ducked behind some old crates and began to retrace their steps. They were almost there when a rough hand grabbed Liz's arm.
"Patty!" She cried out instinctively, but another hand grabbed her dear sister. They were dragged to a clearing in the front of the building, where a group of men and a couple of women were standing. A quick scan told Liz there were at least twenty of them, and almost all of them were armed. Even with Patty as her weapon, it would be a tough fight.
"Well, look'it who we found. If it ain't the Brooklyn Devils," a man shouted loudly, putting emphasis on the word "Devils". A few gave shouts of encouragement, and he smirked. "We've been lookin' all over for yah. I believe yah have somethin' of ours?"
"Like what?" Liz answered, her voice betraying the nervousness she felt. She was surprised and pleased to hear how confident she sounded.
"The money, hand it over," he ordered, holding his dirty palm out.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about." Liz snarled, and the man's eyes narrowed. Skin hit skin, and Liz's face turned sharply. A small gasp escaped her, and she felt her cheek stinging.
"I think yah know exactly what I mean," he said in a dangerously low tone, "and you'd better give me what I'm lookin' for."
"I said, I don't know." Liz repeated. In fact, she did know. She, along with Patty, had stolen it not too long ago. They'd stolen from this gang multiple times, and now it had caught up to them. They'd spent most of it, and she wasn't about to fork over what was left. They had a reputation, and giving in easily wasn't in the description. The man raised his hand again, and Liz braced herself.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
All heads turned, scanning the room. No one was in sight. A few scratched their heads, while the others gripped their weapons tighter. From out of nowhere, two men suddenly dropped like stones to the cold floor. The others shuffled away quickly, uncertainty flashing in their eyes. Another pair dropped.
"Who's there?" One man shouted, raising his baseball bat in a threatening pose. His eyes bulged, and he too dropped, baseball bat dropping harmlessly at his side. Liz's eyes strained, and she heard a gasp from her sister. She followed her gaze up to the ceiling, to one of the rafters. Three white striped clashed with the darkness behind them, and a long cloak drifted in the breeze from an opened window.
"It's…him." Patty whispered, a grin seeping across her face. To clarify her assumption, the figure dropped to the floor and began attacking the group. Her eyes couldn't follow his attacks, all she saw were people dropping like flies in summer. He slammed his palm into the floor, and a purple and black substance closely resembling shadows shoot across the floor. The people it reached were paralyzed, making them easy targets.
Liz's captor was caught staring, and she elbowed him in his face. With a grunt and a strangled cry, his hand flew to his broken nose. He growled, and ran towards the tall girl. She felt a moment of panic; she didn't think he would let go.
"Lizze!" A shrill voice cried, and Liz turned to see a pistol hurtling towards her. She caught it and fired a round at the man. He dropped, and she turned to fire more. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one thug pull out a gun.
"Look out!" She cried, watching him aim at the cloaked figure. She sucked in a breath as he fired. The cloaked figure whipped around, throwing his arm out. Liz's eyes grew and she heard Patty let out a little gasp ad the bullets literally stopped, as if a force field had appeared. The figure flicked his wrist, and the bullets clattered to the floor, except one. The figure thrust his palm forward, and the bullet reflected back towards the man who had fired it. It struck him in the shoulder, and he cried out, dropping his gun.
Liz shook her head in disbelief, and focused her attention back to the fight. Fortunately, there wasn't much of one. She fired a few more rounds, and then it was over. The figure threw back his hood, admiring his work. Sure enough, it was the boy they had robbed a couple of days ago. His eyes flickered towards the duo, and he approached them. Liz held up her gun, suspicion in her eyes.
"Now, do you really think I'm going to hurt you? If I wanted to, I wouldn't have saved your life." He pointed out, and Liz lowered her gun. Patty transformed back into her human form, her smile leaping of her face.
"Thank you!" She shouted, her blue eyes filled with awe.
"We would've been fine," Liz snorted. A flash of amusement showed in the boy's eyes.
"So, you two are the famous 'Brooklyn Devils'? Elizabeth Thompson and Patricia Thompson?" He asked. Liz was taken back; she hadn't been called by her full name in a while.
"Yeah, and you are?" She asked in an unfriendly tone.
"Kid." He answered, and Patty giggled.
"That's a weird name," Liz observed, and she couldn't help but grin at the way the boy's cheeks flushed.
"Well, my real name is Death the Kid, but I thought that would be too long, and—"
"Wait, Death the Kid?" Liz interrupted him.
"Yes," he answered, eying her with a puzzled expression, "is something wrong? My father named me that."
"And who would your dad be?" Liz asked out of curiosity.
"Lord Death," he answered with no pretense. Liz couldn't help but gawk, and Patty's jaw dropped.
"So…you're Death's…son" Liz clarified, her mind processing the information.
"Yes. I'm a shinigami, to be precise," he answered, like none of these questions fazed him.
"So, we tried to rob a Shinigami?" Liz asked, dumbfounded. He shrugged.
"I'm here to make you a deal, actually. I know your lives have been harsh in these places," he paused, seeing Liz's frowning face, "and I know you'd like the best for your sister. So, I'm offering you two an opportunity to be my weapons." He finished, looking at Liz and seeing the surprise, confusion, and also curiosity swirled in her eyes.
"Why us?"
"Because you're beautiful," he answered, and Liz's brain shut down. He went on rambling about 'symmetry' and 'balance', but she was clinging on to one word.
"Beautiful…" She whispered.
"Yes, you're beautiful, and so is your sister. Coming across weapons like these, I," He explained, "I couldn't let you go." He seemed almost embarrassed, and Liz's cheeks turned red.
"Like heck we're coming with you." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Patty copied her, but her eyes were already saying "yes".
"Then I'll have to take you by force, I'm afraid. You don't have to become my weapons, but you'd still have to come to Death City and stand before my father. Accepting my offer would not only give you a place to stay equipped with all your needs, but it would also clear your criminal record and you would no longer be responsible for your actions." He said.
"It does sound…tempting," Liz admitted reluctantly.
"Can we please, sis? I want a home," Patty pleaded, "and I like Kid, he saved us!"
"Fine. We'll come. But I'm not agreeing to be your weapon, yet. I'm not gonna be your little 'pet', either. Nobody tells me what to do." She exclaimed, and Kid shrugged.
"I'll need you both to transform into weapons, please." Patty giggled and transformed easily, and Kid caught her. Instead of his hand burning, he held her with ease. Liz hated to admit it, but he looked as comfortable with Patty as she did. "Elizabeth?" He asked. Liz frowned.
"I don't want a stranger to use my weapon form." She announced.
"I saved your life. If that's not trustworthy enough, I'll try harder," he remarked, and Patty laughed. Liz rolled her eyes, but transformed anyways. He caught her with as well, but flinched at the burn. He almost dropped the sleek pistol, but with a grimace he held on.
I'm not playing by your rules that easily, shinigami. She thought, smirking at his pain. He hopped on a skateboard that Liz had failed to notice, and levitated into the air. They sped away, cruising over cities. Kid and Patty began to chat, and Liz could hear in his voice he was amused by her childish behavior. Liz refused to talk, and eventually fell asleep.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth?" A voice chorused, and Liz groaned.
"Five more minutes," she pleaded, but the voice continued to talk. With a sigh, she transformed into her human state, stretching out the soreness.
"Right, I'm glad you're awake. We're at my father's school." He informed her. Liz rubbed her eyes and looked up. It was nothing like she'd ever seen before.
"It's so…" She began, but was at a loss for words.
"Symmetrical?" He offered.
"I was gonna say huge, but that works," she replied quietly, as if the school would vanish if she spoke too loud. Patty was bouncing up and down, skipping towards the school. He walked in front of them to show the way, and Liz was left to her own thoughts.
She recalled earlier in the day when he had saved them. When they tried to rob him, he could've easily disarmed her and gotten away, she realized. His fighting level was incredible, and she wondered why he went through such lengths to save them. They walked through the halls, and luckily no one was out. Class must be in session.
"Must be nice going here, Rich Boy," Liz taunted.
"I don't come here. My father arranges my lessons, since the manor in which they are teaching at this school wouldn't be good enough." He led them in silence, pushing open two large, black doors with a skull design. Liz took in the room, which stretched as wide as the eye could see. Clouds floated across the sky blue wall, and there was an oddly placed window here or there. Oddly shaped crosses and sticks were stuck in the ground, creating a forest-type scenario. There was a slightly raised platform, and on it, a single mirror. Besides the ten feet tall Death guy, nothing out of the ordinary.
"Hiya, Kiddo-kun!" The strange 'thing' called, and Liz was surprised when it, err, he, turned. A single, white skull mask was placed in the center of his face, if he had one. Three holes matching the eyes and mouth were placed on the skull, and Liz could only see darkness when she looked into them. His figure was distorted, and where his legs should've been there was a zigzagging line similar to a lightning bolt.
"Oho, I see you've completed your mission!" He chorused as he turned his attention to the two sisters. "You must be the Thompson sisters, ne?" His tone grew more serious, "you've caused lots of trouble, you know?" Liz nodded slowly.
"YOU'RE A DEATH PERSON!" Patty shouted at the top of her lungs. Kid's jaw dropped, and he blinked slowly. His father awkwardly stood, but after a moment of silence he said,
"I am!" Patty laughed, nearing hysteria, and his father proceeded. Kid gave Patty a disapproving glance but said nothing.
"I'm sure my son has proposed an offer?" He asked, receiving another nod, "and what is your answer?"
"We'll take it," she said with a roll of her eyes. Kid nodded swiftly, and ushered them out of the room, like he couldn't stand being in there a second more. Without talking, he led them through the streets of Death City, letting them marvel at the symmetry. Or marvel at the beauty like most non-OCD people would do.
"This is my home, where you'll be staying," he said suddenly, stopping in front of a large mansion. Liz and Patty practically started crying, they couldn't believe they were going to live in something like that. They walked inside, and the taller sister eyed everything suspiciously. It was unnaturally clean, and everything was white, black, gold, or red. There were simple decors, such as plants and paintings.
"For now, I've set up two rooms across from each other on the second floor. My room is at the end of the hall on the same floor if you need me. You may alter the rooms as you'd like," he almost winced as he said it, "and we'll go shopping to meet any other requirements of yours." He eyes their clothing. Rich judgy boy. We haven't exactly been living under the best conditions. Patty ran off, exploring anything around the house she found interest in. Kid observed the two, one standing partly away from him with a frown and a bored look on her face with her arms crossed over her chest, the other running around like she had drank twenty cans of Red Bull. Maybe she had—Kid didn't know. He sighed to himself. This may be a little harder than he thought.
Wow that was long haha, hope you guys enjoy it! Liz and Patty are here so the story should get interesting...There might be some one-sided KidxLiz just because I'm mean.(As in Liz being the one-sided.)
So the votes are in and most people have chosen KidxMaka! When I do add romance (for now you'll have to squint) that will be the pairing and some others, too.
Thanks for all the reviews and keep em' coming cause' I love suggestions!
Any romance suggestions for Kid and Maka? Not that good at romance writing hehe...
Ok bye~
-Shay