[Kid's POV]
I looked at the clock again: '7:36pm'. (Y/N) hadn't gotten home yet from our swimming date, and I had started to worry. She should've been back almost 2 hours ago.
"Hey dad, have you heard anything from (Y/N) at all?" I called.
A muffled response was heard from a room upstairs: "No, why?"
"No reason." I called back.
I quickly dialed Maka's number, sure she would've just went over there for a bit to hang out. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of something being wrong because of the nightmare I had last night. My foot tapped on the carpet as I waiting for the phone to go through to Maka. After a couple of rings, she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Maka, it's Kid. Is (Y/N) with you?" I asked.
"No, she came here and then left in a hurry a couple of hours ago. Why?" she replied.
"Oh, she just hasn't come home yet. I'm sure it's fine, I'll just call her. I don't know why I called you first." I said nervously, hanging up the phone. I couldn't think straight.
I dialed (Y/N)'s number, anxiety growing with every ring. My heart dropped when her voicemail answered in a cheery tone: "Hey! It's (Y/N), sorry I couldn't get back to you. Leave your name and number and I'll call you back as soon as I can."
The small paranoia that something was wrong became a wrenching feeling in my stomach. Those dreams I've been having... There's a reason they've been forming in my mind. I never thought it to be true, but I guess reapers can have visions. I had to find out where those dreams took place.
[Reader's POV]
My mind was cloudy as I came back to consciousness. My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dark room that surrounded me. I could barely make out shapes.
'Where am I?' I wondered, squinting in the darkness.
"So you've woken up from my sleeping spell."
My head whipped around, trying to find the source of the voice. I moved to try and rise from my seated position on the cold, concrete floor, but I quickly came to realize that my arms and legs were bound. A slow, steady panic started to bubble in my stomach and spread to my chest. My breathing started to quicken, becoming raspy as I realized that I was kidnapped, or maybe even taken hostage by the owner of the mysterious voice. Clicking echoed through the room, allowing me to discern that this person was most likely a woman and that we were both in a small room. My memory quickly came to me, a flashback running through my mind of being in the school before waking up here.
"I bet you're wondering why you're here," the voice stated.
I simply glared into the darkness.
"Normally I would've tried to avoid any unnecessary witnesses, but I thought it would be a good idea to have a hostage in my possession. Just in case."
"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked, my head still spinning from panic.
"What I want is far too vast for a young girl like you to grasp; however, I see no harm in telling you my name. I'm called Fiji, the witch of the jellyfish," she proclaimed.
'A witch? In DWMA? How did she get in without Lord Death knowing?'
A cold, soft hand grabbed my chin before she spoke again, her voice much closer than before.
"I sure hope no one comes looking for you, otherwise I'll have to get my hands dirty," Fiji whispered.
"W-what do you mean by that?" I stuttered.
"Silly girl, I simply meant that I'd have to kill you and whoever else that comes to save you."
[Kid's POV]
My thoughts flew by one after one as I searched my memories for the familiar place my visions took place in. I grabbed at my hair with both hands, struggling to connect the slightest detail. Then, it hit me. Those lockers, the signage.
Hope silently spread throughout my body as I came to realize that the visions I've been having took place at school. Without giving it a second thought, I bolted out the door and headed around to the back, ignoring my inquiring father who was calling out to me. My hair whipped through the wind as I ran to get my hoverboard leaning against the side of the house, and in one fluid motion I kicked my board onto the pavement, landing with both my feet planted on the board. The jets responded quickly, slowly raising me off the ground. However, I didn't have time for slow. I leaned as far forward as physics would allow me, sending me shooting towards DWMA.
Buildings shot past me at unimaginable speeds, perhaps this observation being a bit warped by my panic-ridden brain. My body shivered with worry, but I shook it off, trying my best to remain calm. Maybe (Y/N) simply got caught up somewhere on the way home? Saw a friend and engaged in conversation? None of these options put the feeling in my gut at ease.
I almost fell off of my hoverboard when the school loomed in front of me. My consciousness was elsewhere the entire ride. Leaving my hoverboard behind without a second thought, I ran up to the front doors. I tried the handles and my heart sank when they proved to be open. I gulped, slowly making my way into the school. I didn't want to alert anyone who may - or may not - be in the building.
My reaper eyes quickly adjusted to the dark hallways, as they're naturally able to see in the dark, and scanned my surroundings. Moving further into the school, I quickly noticed (Y/N)'s locker left open and papers and books scattered across the floor. Dread seeped into my bones.
'My suspicions were correct. She's in trouble,' I thought.
My eyes caught sight of the door down the hall that was left open. I have never seen that door open before, but it looked familiar to me.
'I'm sure my dad has shown me this door before...'
Memories hit me like a shock wave. That's the door to the basement, where my dad keeps the Kishin locked up. The school is the most secure place for it to be, and it's supposed to be top secret information. There isn't a single soul in this city other than me and my father who knows about this Kishin, or so I thought. On top of that, that door was sealed with countless spells cast by my father, and none of them are supposed to be able to be opened without his presence. Whoever is behind this must be a strong enemy and have access to magic beyond that of my dad's...
I shook my head; none of that matters now. What matters is that (Y/N) is in danger. I headed into the doorway and down the narrow steps as fast as I could without making any noise. Quiet voices echoed up the stairway, stopping me in my tracks.
"I sure hope no one comes looking for you, otherwise I'll have to get my hands dirty."
A feminine voice that sounded muffled travelled up the concrete steps.
"W-what do you mean by that?" (Y/N) asked.
"Silly girl, I simply meant that I'd have to kill you and whoever else that comes to save you."
Dragging was heard along with (Y/N)'s protests, and finally a click after she had placed (Y/N) where she wanted.
"Now, I have to go finish up some things. Stay where you are," the voice giggled, "although I don't believe you have a choice."
Clicking started, becoming closer and closer with each step. I froze, frantically trying to come up with an idea of where to hide. The stairwell flooded with the sound of heels echoing, time running out with each passing second. An idea popped into my mind and I quickly placed either hand and foot on the sides of the walls, allowing me to climb up to the ceiling. I flattened my figure against the top, hoping this woman doesn't see or hear me. I slowed my breathing, the click clack of her heels passing, and then fading away. The door at the top of the stairs was shut, making the narrow stairway even darker than before.
I let my breath out, not even realizing I had been holding it. I slid back down to the stairs, running and almost tripping over my own foot because of how fast I descended. I quickly came face to face with the door (Y/N) must be behind, and a lock taunted me from its place near the doorknob.
"(Y/N), it's me, Kid." I said to the door.
"Kid?! Thank the lord you're here." she replied, a crack becoming apparent in her voice.
Sniffling continued as she tried to cover up her sobs.
"I - I know you're upset right now (Y/N), and I can't say I know how to react... but right now I need a way to get this lock off the door."
"I have a bobby pin in my pocket, I took it out when we went swimming. My hands are bound so it might take me a while to try and pass it under the door."
"That's perfect."
I sat myself down cross-legged in front of the door and waited in silence. New and weird feelings bubbled up in my chest. Not that I've never felt panicked or worried before, but I've never felt them towards a person. Much less a girl. Sure I've been worried about whether or not I folded the toilet paper back at home, or panicked about a picture frame hanging a millimeter to the side, but now... those things just seem pointless. I really don't know how to deal with any of these feelings; I'm not even entirely sure how I got through that date earlier.
My conscience came reeling back with the sound of metal sliding across the floor. A bobby pin appeared from underneath the door. I lurched forward and quickly stuck it into the lock, not even sure if I knew how to lock pick.
"Did you get it?" her small voice asked.
"Yes."
I fiddled around in the lock for what seemed like hours on end before the lock gave and I was able to toss it to the side. I swung the door open, only to be stopped in my tracks by the sight of (Y/N). Her hands were bound behind her back, lifting and exposing her full breast size. Shame quickly came over me for even noticing that at such a time. I shook my head and ran forward to unbind (Y/N), thoughts of her being tied up on my bed running through my mind. The slight sighs and whimpers she made when I was unbinding her didn't help.
"Kid, I can't see anything. How are you able to?" she asked.
'Thank god.' I thought.
"I have reaper eyes so I can see in the dark," I mumbled.
When she was free, she pulled me into a hug, her arms wrapped around my neck and her body pressed against mine. My only thought was of my embarrassment from my provocative ideas at a time like this.
"Thank you so much," she exhaled, her breath tickling my ear.
I only hugged back, not knowing what to say or do. When she let go, cool, damp air came rushing between us quickly waking me from my daze. But it didn't stop the heat rushing to my face.
"L-let's get out of here," I whispered, turning on my heel to exit.
"Kid... I don't mean to be a burden, but I can't really see anything..." (Y/N) replied, reaching out a hand for a guide.
Without a second thought I grabbed it, her fingers intertwining with mine as I shot forward eager to get out of this place. I could feel the Kishin's presence starting to grow behind me and it only heightened the feelings of uneasiness swimming within me. (Y/N) trailed behind me, tripping over her own feet because of the darkness. When we reached the stairs, the only thing I could think of was to carry her up bride-style.
"Please don't be alarmed, but I'm going to pick you up now," I said awkwardly.
"Huh - oh!" she exclaimed as I lifted her off of the ground.
Ignoring the rise of heat in my face, I lunged up the stairs. (Y/N)'s arms wrapped around my neck to keep from falling. One step after another, I reached the door at the top only to hear a shriek that I have only ever heard from an animal. A chill shot up my spine at the sight of the woman from before, a look of pure malice etching her once pretty face.
"So, you think you can MEDDLE in another woman's private matters?!" she cried, her eyes flashing in the darkness.
I hugged (Y/N) closer in an instinctual protective manner, preparing myself for a fight. Then, another instinctive feeling crept up inside me as I studied her features. One strand missing from the left side of her beret, a notch in her right eyebrow, one strap of her top hanging from her shoulder; my eye twitched as my symmetry needs were not being met in the slightest.
"How dare you even leave your house looking like that..."
"Excuse me?" the lady bellowed.
"You are the most hideous thing I have ever laid eyes upon. There isn't one ounce of symmetry in your outfit or on your face. I can't stand looking at you." I spat.
"Wow, you really are the piece of work I've been told about. I just hope you're easier to deal with than dear old Deathy-kins." she giggled, raising her arms.
"Your spells won't work on me, I'm a reaper."
"Maybe those amateur witches can't face you, but I've studied reapers my whole life. I've found types of magic your dad couldn't even dream of."
The last sound I heard was the witches cackling as my body went numb, dropping (Y/N) who was already asleep from the spell once again. My knees hit the floor before I was able to utter one final retort:
"You asymmetrical piece of shit."