"I shake my ass at god…little bitch of Shibusen." Snickering, the long nails demon stands before both Maka and Soul smirking eerily to her hearts content, her hair dragging her head down.
"Serial killer Frey. D Sadako making your victims listen to a cursed record and then killing them in their dreams. I'll be taking your soul…" Seriously, Maka lists, scythe in hand.
"Maka with this…" Soul calls out to her.
"I know…" Maka nods her head charging at the demon.
"Nine inch nails!" The creature snarls extending her claws out at Maka only to cry out as she is swiftly snuffed out by the slick slice of the blade.
"This is…number 100…" Amazed, Maka whispers looking over at the satisfied Soul, the two eager to finally make Soul the death scythe to complete the task bestowed upon them from the very beginning.
"How you feeling sport?" Smiling, the male with brown hair and warm brown eyes questions the young boy, rubbing at his yellows.
"…Sleepy." Slurring, the boy mumbles.
"Mummy's special magic work on ya?" Cheerily, he leans over the bed slightly smiling down at his youngest.
"Yeah…" The boy nods his head shyly.
"Ah hah time for daddy's special magic then!" Happily, the man proclaims proudly just as the door bursts open making the boy in bed flinch while the other arch a brow bemused by the golden eyes girl leaping, lunging at the bed.
"Story time! Story time!" Excitedly, the girl's gold glisten gleam at the thought, sparkling stars shining in her eyes.
"Hah now you two just settle yeah and prepare for the story of a lifetime! There was once a poor shepherd boy and a weaver girl. This Shepard was the how do you say the best of the best, woman wanted him, everyone wanted him for his brain was the size of…" Proudly, the father of the two begins his tale going into a dramatic voice making both children giggle at the side. The younger one clings to the eldest one enthralled by the story being told before them unaware of the soft sound of footsteps until…
"A peanut." Playfully, a voice calls out making the two turn to smile at…
"Mummy!" Merrily, both of the twins beam brightly at the sight of the woman with her arms crossed leant against the doorway smiling softly at her kids, her golden gleaming at the sight of her family.
"Oi!" Huffing, the father of said twins pouts giving her the don't ruin this for me look only making her chuckle coyly under her breath bemused by his animated antics.
"And his head was always in the stars." Smoothly, she struts into the room, continuing the tale as said male pouts.
"Annnyway, one day the amazing totally handsome totally not me Shepard was snoozing one day and hadn't realized one of his sheep had stumbled off. So when he awoke to a sharp scream he ran towards the sight where he saw the most prettiest, elegant, magnificent women he had laid his eyes upon, she was a gift from the gods some would say." Smirking, he tries to continue the tale, glaring playfully at his smirking wife.
"You're over exaggerating a bit aren't you love?" Lovingly, Morrigan remarks hands on her hips.
"My words pale in comparison to the beauty that was you." In awe, he gushes placing his hand over his chest as she rolls her eyes exasperated.
"Wait you found mama naked!?" Stunned, the young girl gawks at the news.
"Well…your father was quite the fox back in the day if I do say so myself." Cockily, he winks at his two kids.
"He did and he was swiftly zapped for it." Mad, Morrigan glares down at the sheepishly smiling male.
"And it was with that zap that that boy knew he was in love." Lovingly, he wraps his arms around Morrigan, rolling her eyes exasperated as a small shy smile crosses her lips from his affectionate gesture.
"You mean he was a masochist" Slyly, the young girl remarks making the male gasp.
"H-How do you know that word!?" Panicked, her father asks.
"It's what the village women call ya." Casually, the younger one of the two answer making him huff.
"Hey, you fell for this masochist anyway over time the two fell hopelessly in love with each other. However, the shepherds parents did not like this for they believe the girl to be cursed. A child of pandora the wicked one and so forbade them both." Unapologetic, the father sighs as he continues the tale unaware of Morrigan's grimace.
"But that didn't stop them?" Perkily, the girl gushes the stars in her eyes gleaming glistening.
"That's right! The boy refused to give up…and so the two ran away, living a life of passion, of freedom, of…" Animatedly, the father stands up from the chair he randomly grabs as he poses, wobbling a bit now and again if not for Morrigan's flick of the wrist swiftly steadying the chair for her husband who goes on a tangent, making her sweat drop.
"I thought we were talking about the shepherd boy and weaver girl." Calmly, she reminds the dramatic diva that was her husband. He always got so carried away with himself honestly. Morrigan shakes her head, a small smile of endearment gracing her lips when hearing the cute chuckle emitted from both her children.
"Well…we were." Shyly, a heavy hue dusts the male's cheeks.
"Then finish the story at least Isaac." Morrigan reminds him.
"Fiiiine." Childishly, Isaac whines as he gets off the chair pecking his wife's cheek on the way down making Morrigan mumble, a heavy hue of ruby red of her own upon her cheeks.
"How's it end?" Impatiently, Ingram questions.
"Well…the two were separated them from each other. " Isaac reveals making both children gasp.
"But why?" Hurt, Ingram asks.
"The gods envy perhaps of their love? There are many versions of the story however one thing is for sure." Smirking, Isaac looks over at his wife smiling softly at her.
"What's that?" Ava asks eyeing the two.
"Once a year the two stars move closer together." Tentatively, he places his hand over hers.
"Made from a bridge of birds carrying them." Tenderly, Morrigan adds as the tow smile lovingly at one another.
"So they do meet!" Joyous, Ingram beams brightly at the news.
"But once a year that sounds horrible they're only going to be taken away from each other again." Ava furrows her brow at the story.
"Perhaps but that's why you have to cherish the time you have with your loved ones understand?" Softly, Isaac smiles down at the two.
"I guess…" Ava furrows her brow slumping her shoulders as the father of the two twins chuckles, placing his hands on either of his children's head ruffling up their locks.
"Daaad!" Whining, Ava grumbles as she tries to adjust her hair back to normal while Ingram simply shrugs it off.
"Now then sleep tight you two." Lovingly, the father of the two twins smiles softly down at them as he tucks them in while their mother gently pecks both their temples, the two smiling softly at one another before leaving the two to sleep to their hearts content…
Groaning, Ava winces at the sharp sting to her head. She cradles her head, trying to deal with the searing sensation. She finds herself within the ruined remains of a home, torched walls stand before her barely standing shaking almost from the feeble flow of the breeze brushing against them as she had slept on the floor. Her feathers providing enough heat for her. She shakily stands, seeing the table, seeing the ruined remains of dolls, wooden castles with mould on them from the years, damp drenched all over the misty room making her wince. She scrunches up her nose, shaking her head. How long had she slept for?
Ava did not know all she knew was that she had a meeting to keep…
"Wow…" Tsubaki whispers watching in awe as Patty and Kim in judo uniform strike at one another sharing blow after blow.
"This is her fifth sparring opponent in a row and yet her movements haven't dulled in the slightest…" Amazed, Jackie points out.
"It seems a shame to leave this girl as a mere weapon." Naigus remarks.
"Pwwoe she's just too good." Defeated, Kim groans after Patty tossed her over her shoulder pinning her to the ground.
"Eheheh." Giggling, the girl grins.
"How did you even do that Patty?" Perplexed, Jackie asks her fascinated.
"Oh Lady Ava taught me." Merrily, Patty smiles at the thought of her tutor.
"Lady Ava?" Astonished, Kim perks up at it.
"Yeah when she learned sis and I were from the streets she wanted to see how good we were." Patty reveals to the group.
"Urgh don't remind me." Liz huffs at the memory, grimacing at the memory of being tossed to the side.
"Heh sis was a flat pancake when she fought Ava. " Perkily, Patty giggles at the memory.
"Yeah but lady Ava said Patty had real talent." Liz boats smirking smugly at the memory.
"It's why she trained me. She also said something about it being a good outlet too." Patty adds brow furrowed at the memory.
"What!? Then you cheated I'll fine you!" Kim huffs pouting playfully glaring at the giddily giggling Patty.
"Since she's always in Kid's shadow many never noticed but she's actually extremely strong indoor lighting jut can't beat her." Harvard stands by his partner Ox's side as he points it out.
"No quite possibly higher." Ox considers.
"In terms of pure athletic ability she's up to Maka's level." Harvard says.
"Though Kim has her beaten in cuteness of course…" Ox remarks.
"Quite." Harvard nods his head in agreement.
"That's my little sister you know? How about it? Incredible isn't she? She was taught by lady Ava herself!" Smiling, Liz proudly proclaims to the crowd gesturing to the victorious Patty.
"Oh Liz you do love to take pride in Patty don't you? Of course I'd be the same way if it was Blackstar." Tenderly, Tsubaki smiles in understanding.
"So Patty was taught by lady Death herself in that case I'll just have to take her on next. Let's give her a little lesson in how tough the real world can be." Blackstar adjusts the coal black strap of his judo attire.
"But Blackstar are your wounds all right?" Worried, Tsubaki frets.
"Yeah!" Blackstar smirks.
"But that wound looks painful. Kim can't you do anything about it with your healing magic?" Jackie asks her.
"Well I've been to the infirmary a few times already and tried to heal it but it didn't seem to work very well." Kim answers.
"Hah like you could make this vanish with your little magic tricks." Boastfully, Blackstar dismisses.
"Do you have no sense of gratitude!? That's it, I want payment!" Angrily, Kim yells rage laced in her tone.
"Well sorry for the trouble but this is a pact of mine. This isn't a mark I can go let go that easily I promised that man I'd become a bushin!" Blackstar declares determined.
"R-Right…" Blushing, Kim nods a faint heavy hue of ruby red upon her cheeks with the others staring in awe at his determined declaration.
"Spiky you're gonna fight?" Angela tugs at Blackstar's shirt.
"Yeah...you just watch and see how strong I am…" Arrogantly, Blackstar smirks smugly down at the little witchling.
Violently, a black bust of feathers flop down upon the snowy stone steps of a familiar temple. The tornado of wind of feathers flickering fluttering in the open air soon stiffens, soon slows down similar to petite petals descend down. The storm of feathers unveil a being of shadows slowly standing. The figure unveils themselves from the portal before the temple where a woman stands, her skin as pale as the snowy sheet she lands upon, her ears hearing the crisp crunch of snow below. But she doesn't bat an eye to the sound nor to the ruined remains of the burnt village behind her nor to the faint figure of a crow perched upon the temple podium watching on as the woman stands before the tall, towering doors.
Softly, she places her hand upon the door, feeling her fingertips fidget around the grim grave slash marks marred into the door, her brow furrowed from the flickering image of them…screaming, shouting, screeching at her and at him.
"Death and his men are coming you must hide my lady."
"But what of you?"
"We will hold them off…"
Her once bright broad gold glistening dimmer down as her crescents curl around the chipped cuts of the door, grimacing at the memory. Her ears ring, her tears freely falling as she held her little boy in her arms, her heart hammering against her chest remembering holding her baby boy close, tight to her chest. Her ears ringing, trying to muffle the screams, the shouts, the cries of anguished from her brethren, hearing their frail fatal breaths be their last as they were swiftly cut down by him...her little boy, oblivious to the bloodbath outside. She hid her child, as she hid from the world, as she hid hoping for a new life for them both….
She knew…she had thought…her gold glare down at the scuttling shadowy figure of a spide sprawling about the place only to be swiftly snuffed out by the crisp click heel suddenly slammed into the bug below, blood spurting stinging the floorboards below.
She knew how Arachne was when she wanted something she'd get it. She saw how she would bewitch the people around her to get what she wanted. Ava had thought too Arachne would be a mistress to Death had thrown herself at him time and time again, she had no shame for someone so regal, the way her purples would glare into her gold almost trying to threaten her, scare her even. It amused Ava truly it did back then, she felt nothing, she felt anything but jealousy. She felt relief at the thought of the reaper turning his hope to her, her son had been a failure to some and she knew that, she heard the rumours, the murmurs, the whispers of him being too human, too scared, too frail. She was relieved to see such attributes in her baby boy, relieved to see she had not created a monster…how wrong would she be in the future…
Surprised, her golds widen when spotting a doll casted to the side. She kneels down gently picking up the doll, her hues widening when remembering said doll.
"Asura we have to go now!"
"No! My doll! My doll!"
"Asura!"
Shaking, the doll quivering quakes in her hands as she sniffles solemnly sadly at the sight of the discarded doll, the emptiness of the temple finally hanging over the woman who flinches from the low groan of the floorboards behind her.
"He's gone Ava." Softly, a hand is placed upon her shoulder as her glistening, gleaming gold gaze into a pair holding a similar shade to her own as the dam finally breaks. She screams, wailing as she clutches the doll close to her chest, letting the tears freely fall from the loss of both her baby boys.