"Whoa whoa time! A plain fight wouldn't be any fun…I need some kind of handicap to make this worthwhile. Tsubaki tie my hands would ya?" Blackstar approaches his weapon.
"Ah…right." Tsubaki complies.
"Ah I guess I can't go blasting her with my wavelength either…" Blackstar blurts out loud only then to cry out unaware of the dark look in the fuming Patty, a sadistic Cheshire like grin across her shadowy features as she swiftly slams her foot under…
"I…I thought I said time…that's just not fair." Feebly, Blackstar comes crashing down to the ground cradling the family jewels as a small shy shadow of a ghost feebly flees from his lips.
"The match had already begun if you turn your back to the enemy it's your own fault." Firmly, Naigus states scowling at Blackstar.
"Spiky's so uncool." Annoyed, Angela sighs kicking at the already down Blackstar.
"At least don't kick me there…K…Kim...could you use your magic to fix up my di-" Hopeful, Blackstar turns to the pink haired girl blushing brightly.
"NO WHAT ARE YOU STUPID!?" Shouting, she screeches annoyed angrily at him.
"That's my sister you know! Did you see that kick!? She beat the one and only Blackstar sint that amazing!?" In awe, Liz gushes beaming brightly at her sister's win.
"Oh Blackstar…" Tsubaki sighs shaking her head at her meister.
"Still I hope this training doesn't turn out to be necessary." Liz furrows her brow her smile faltering as her head couldn't help but drift off to…
"Kid you're okay right…?" Worriedly, Liz ponders muttering under her breath brow furrowed arms crossed over her chest at the thought of both Kid and Ava.
"I'm sure Kid's all right Liz." Tsubaki assures Liz brow furrowed, she hadn't seen either of the two for days now, a week even. All she remembered was coming back for some makeup only to see the ruined remains of her home, the windows shattered, the walls scarred with slashes and feathers impaled all over the place.
"Course he is you think Kid would let a stupid little thing like this take him out for good!? Patty believes in him…that's why she's getting so into this training. You believe in him too right Liz?" Blackstar smirks at Liz who smiles strained, nodding her head pushing back the thoughts plaguing her mind.
"I remember when mother would take us up here for one of her meeting." Fondly, Ingram whispers, placing his hand flat on the ruby red pillar, smiling sadly down at the written sincerities etched into one of the proud pillars before them, seeing small line of some sort and strange digits marred into the pillar.
"…What are you doing here?" Fed up, the woman's gold glare into a similar shade to her own.
"Still here heh you were always taller to me." Softly, Ingram bows his head, closing his eyes pleased at the sheer sight of the carved in letters, his temple touches the pillar, a shy smile upon his lips.
"We were children it was only natural I would be." Aloofly, Ava sneers scowling poison dripping down her tired tone.
"I remember whenever I would whine dad would tell me to drink milk. Saying how I'd catch up with you in no time…" Tenderly, Ingram smiles shyly at the memory.
"…" Silently, Ava simply stares ahead.
"Who knew all I had to go was buy my time till you let good old death knock you up." Bitterly, Ingram sneers scowling, glaring daggers at Ava's back.
"…" Ava's once glistening gold are now guarded gold glaring at him.
"Still it's pretty pathetic of me, the only way I got stronger was by having weaken you what sort of man does that?" Ingram sighs shrugging his shoulders.
"…Are you done?" Drained, Ava's mad mustard yellow narrow at the figure, crouching down.
"…Remember when we used to play hide and seek? Dad would always hint at us to hide in the cellar ducks. How we were to know we were doing drills?" Snickering, Ingram kneels down, reaching out towards the hidden panel, smirking as he tugs at the hidden door opening it up.
"Maybe if you took a moment to stop for a moment and realize where you were you'd realize." Snippily, she sneers scowling when he leans down, his fingertips flexing, coiling around the neck of a bottle. She remembered the bottles that were shoved down there during their games.
"Ah yes if only I was one step ahead seems your kid inherited that from you." Smirking, Ingram chuckles as he bites down upon the cork of the bottle before pulling it out with his feral fangs, spitting it out, tossing it to the side.
"Stop." Sternly, she snaps scowling at the littler of the cork bottle brushed aside.
"I can take you to where he is you know?" Hungrily, he gulps down the booze descending down his throat before burning making her grimace, glaring to the side.
"And abandoned my other one?" Offended, Ava huffs as he tosses the bottle aside the sharp sound of glass clattering to the ground echoes throughout the empty room.
"Wouldn't be the first time." Tensely, Ingram huffs.
"Don't." Warningly, she grinds her teeth together frustration flowing through her veins.
"You think someone like you can seek redemption deserves redemption no matter what you do your hands will always be bloodied, bodies of those that followed you will always be behind you from the war you dragged them into." Ingram shoves his hands into his pockets strutting up to her.
"…Stop." Seething, she grinds her teeth together.
"Look I don't want to fight with you…" Ingram sighs sadly solemnly staring at her back.
"Really? Seems like you want to be pummelled into a bloody pulp." Poisonously, Ava seethes snarling.
"…I know where the kid is…" Ingram reveals alerting Ava.
"What?" Alarmed, Ava turns her head to him.
"I know where he is but to get to him it's going to cost you." Ingram warns her.
"I'll do whatever I can to save Kid." Desperate, Ava arises from her seated form, bags hanging heavily from her jaded gold.
"All right then." Ingram smirks pleased to hear the answer as the two doors close behind them both as he struts in, ready to aid his beloved other half.
"First of all I sincerely apologise for turning away in flagrant defiance of regulations." Resolute, Stein bows before Death ignoring the shy shudder crawling coursing down his spine, scared. He furrows his brow as he stands before lord Death, the same lord Death whose wife he had kissed, he had…he shudders shakily grimacing at the memory of the lord of death.
"As an accomplice in that act I too must apologise." Spirit agrees bowing before the lord of death.
"I um went along with him I…" Meekly, Marie raises her hand too.
"Well then let's hear you all say sorry." Death tells the group.
"We're sorry." All three adults apologise.
"Right. Okay sounds good! Is there anything else you found out?" Hopeful, Death asks.
"If you're referring to Ava's location I'm afraid not." Stein sighs.
"…I see." Death deflates slightly at the thought.
"Hey, come on guys, Ava's strong she isn't a goddess for nothing she'll come back soon." Sprit smiles shyly.
"Yeah, but that form what…what was that? It was like something from a nightmare." Marie furrows her brow concern clear upon her frowning facial features.
"Because that is what it was." Death exclaims.
"It was?" Spirit says shocked.
"A manifestation of madness." Stein sighs.
"Manifestation of madness?" Marie quirks her head to the side.
"I told you before Ava is susceptible to madness, she is an embodiment of madness." Death attempts to explain to the three.
"As you are of order." Spirit recalls.
"You could say that. Without either one of us the world is out of balance, while we may be opposites, we need one another. My wavelength is one of the rare few that can keep her calm, that can keep her sanity at bay." Calmly, Death explains to the group.
"But why a bird?" Befuddled, Spirit ponders.
"Ava as a child had a fear of birds through the nightmares she would have of them her madness manifested her into a bird form in order to frighten her." Honestly, Death shrugs.
"That's one way to get over your fear…" Frowning, Spirit says.
"…Are you sure Stein? Not even a single feather." Frowning, Death turns to the doctor.
"The closest we could come was finding Ingram." Stein sighs adjusting his lenses.
"…Ingram, no doubt he's with her now." Death mutters his voice turning deep briefly alerting the adults.
"He did seem to know where she was going to…" Marie mutters.
"Ava's madness has been building up meaning she's susceptible to any sort of manipulation." Worried, Death reveals to the group.
"Is that why you wanted her to stay in death city?" Spirit asks him.
"Ava is powerful although she isn't as powerful as she once was, she still in her own right is still a being of power, power that you do not want to face the wrath of." Seriously, Death warns the people.
"So our main priority is to find Ava." Spirit states.
"No." Death dejects.
"No sir?" Stunned, Spirit blinks baffled.
"Our main priority is to find Kid." Stein gathers.
"Kid?" Mystifed, Marie mutters.
"The trigger for Ava's breakdown is Kid the quicker we find him, the quicker we'll find Ava." Death explains to them.
"Knowing her she'll be trying to find her own way to rescue Kid." Stein gathers.
"Yes and if Ingram has found her I fear the worst…" Gravely, Death exclaims clearly concern in his tone, dread flows through Death at the thought of Ava all alone in her mindset, his heart aches, broken to think of her on her own…
"Noah darling baby!" Boisterously, Ingram chirpily cheers stretching his arms out towards the stoic male.
"…" Silently, Noah scowls at the sheer sight of Ingram.
"Be still my beating soul." Smirking, Ingram mockingly places his hand on his chest.
"I'll rip it out of you if you don't tell me what happened." Sternly, Noah coldly commands.
"Relax would ya? I got you some new figures for your collection." Coyly, Ingram gestures to both Law and Giriko glaring at him.
"They aren't good enough." Sharply, he snaps.
"Look you'll get your hands on Ava soon enough with how broken her mind is she'll be bound to your book in no time." Tiredly, Ingram sighs looking over at his coal crescents.
"She better be. I need the set, I can't just have one." Sternly, Noah tells Ingram.
"Yeah, well with her son in your pages she'll come rushing into that book of yours." Aloofly, Ingram tells Noah.
"So you made a bold retreat pathetic?" Giriko smirks smugly.
"At least I didn't sleep through my master's demise." Unfazed, Ingram points out.
"The fuck you say!? " Sharply, Giriko snarls seething baring his feral fangs at the bored Ingram.
"Do I hear snow white mumbling in her sleep? Or do you truly believe you have a chance against master Ingram?" Amused, Law chuckles at the thought while said master brushes both of them off his attention solely upon the clown.
"Hey Clowny how ya doing buddy?" Warmly, Ingram greets the creature.
"Heheheheh…" Crudely, the clown snickers bowing his head.
"Why you! Don't ignore me and you, you know that's pissing me off already! Why do you even need the brat!?" Baffled, Giriko demands from Noah.
"Because that brat could cause quite a handful of problems for us you saw what she did to your master no?" Ingram reminds him making Giriko seethe snarling.
"STOP FUCKING REMININ-" Roaring, Giriko lunges at the two, chains coiling around his leg as he raises his bladed foot to Ingram but…
"Hehehehe…" The clown chuckles as he uses his arm to block said blow.
"I suggest you put the blade down…boy." Ingram warns Giriko gulping anxiously at the sheer sharp intensity of gold glaring into his beady browns.
"T-Tch…f-fine but I ain't doing it for you it's for me." Mumbling, Giriko grumbles backing down.
"I'm sure." Law smirks smugly as Giriko turns to glare at him.
"Master Noah if I may voice my opinion I believe I would be most suited for the role of assassinating Maka Albarn." Earnestly, another voice speaks up as all eyes turn to the young boy bowing before Noah.
"Yes…I think you're right." Pleased, Noah smirks smugly eager to see the piece that was Maka Albarn off his chest board.
"Let's go Kim!" Jackie calls out in her weapon form as the cowbell blurts out flames flickering wildly in the air as it allows the pink hired witch flight upon her broom of sorts.
"Yeah!" Kim nods her head adjusting her lenses as she soars high in the sky through the training ground where below the two is Marie, Maka and Soul standing by watching the demonstration.
"You really think we can pull off a thing like that?" Soul furrows his brow at the sight.
"Well you're a death scythe now…I…I'm sure flying should be simple enough." Meekly, Maka smiles strained sweat sliding down her tense temple.
"Just because Soul has become a death scythe doesn't mean you ca fly just like that. Maka your soul takes the Grigori form said to appear in only one in fifty million people yes? The advanced wavelength control that a death scythe gains from the witch's soul it has obtained can give a rise to magical abilities. If you can use that to manifest angel wings, then you maybe able to fly that's all." Marie explains to the two.
"All right!" Determined, Maka nods her head eager to try it out.
"Of course consuming a witch's soul has granted Soul other special abilities so you have a lot of training ahead to do attempting to fly by mastering your wavelength control is a good starting point. So good luck with that little angel." Marie further elaborates for the two.
"Maka…an angel?" Soul scowls at the thought furrowing his brow.
"And what's so wrong with that huh!? It would be nice to be called an angel once in a while with Ox going around calling Kim an angel just like that and everything." Mad, Maka huffs placing her hands on her hips puffing her cheeks out at Soul.
"Well if you like, I guess?" Soul shrugs unsure.
"You're kind of pissing me off." Offended, Maka grumbles glaring at Soul, her green hues twitching.
"Kim Jackie! Thanks for the demonstration!" Marie calls out at the two.
"Sure!" Kim calls back as the two land before the other two.
"What's that? You know I'm always calling you my little angel." Animatedly, Spirit smiles lovingly calling out to her having hidden form the rock behind the group greeting them.
"I don't want to be called a angel by you when did you get here?" Annoyed, Maka scowls her greens glaring into her father's bright blue.
"There's nobody better than Spirit when it comes to controlling wavelengths." Fairly, Marie gestures to Spirit.
"Lady Ava would beg to differ." Grumpily, Maka points out as both adults share a look from her words.
"Yes well she isn't here right now so you two get ready." Sternly, Spirit steps forward hands on hips.
"Kay." Maka sighs.
"We're gonna do this Maka." Soul assures Maka.
"Yeah." Maka nods her head, closing her eyes focusing as she stretches her arm out smoke spewing as a familiar light envelopes Soul shifting his form.
"So this is Soul as a death scythe." In awe, Jackie whispers watching the transformation take place as Maka twirls the scythe about.
"Y-Yeah." Kim stutters stunned confirming it.
"Already now?" Spirit asks the two.
"Y-Yes…" Meekly, Maka nods as she gets on the scythe similar to a witches' broom but with the blade at the back.
"In order to maintain a high level of wavelength control the weapon and meister have to focus on a common image. For now, let's use the image of Kim and Jackie flying like they just did." Sternly, Spirit tells Maka and Soul have to go about this.
"An image of flying…" Frowning, Maka whispers brow furrowed focusing on the image in her head or at the least trying to.
"Maka…" Soul calls out from his scythe form brow furrowed.
"Yeah." Maka perks up at his voice arching a brow looking down at his scythe.
"The death scythe shrank?" Surprised, Kim takes note of her bright blues widening when noting the flimsy feeble blade from behind.
"Form manipulation is a basic for a death scythe they must have decided the blade was inconvenient for flying." Firmly, Marie explains to the other tow by their side staring stunned at the broom form of Maka's scythe.
"Very good now join your wavelengths and form a mental image of wings." Spirit calls out advising them to do so.
"Wings…" Softly, Soul whispers brow furrowed focusing on the image or at the least trying to but the evidence of Maka's supposed angelic nature is swiftly snuffed out by the numerous Maka chops of the past as Maka turns to see said wings but…
"Aww…that's different from my image it's not very angel like at all." Annoyed, Maka whines brow furrowed puffing her cheeks out feeling the sharp sting of disappointment swell in her chest at the sight of the sharp demonic devilish looking wings.
"We…we left the ground!?" Stunned, Maka quickly snaps out of her thoughts gasping when seeing her feet off the ground making her gasp.
"Very good Soul go on picture Maka like a real angel!" Animatedly, Spirit smiles beaming brightly proud of their progress as the two fly however…
"A…angel?" Soul struggles as another array of Maka chops erupts from his memory as next thing the two knew…
"ARGHHHH!" Maka screams as she comes crashing down to the ground where when she hits the ground she finds Soul below her acting as a launch pad of sorts for her.
"What were you playing at idiot!? You suck!" Screaming, Maka the supposed angel angrily berates the boy below her.
"The heck!? Why's it gotta be my fault?" Frowning, Soul huffs, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh dear." Marie furrows her brow.
"I guess it's not that easy." Kim exclaims.
"And what was with those wings? They looked demon like with those spikes can't I have some big nice fluffy cute ones!?" Maka yells at Soul.
"Does it really matter as long as we can fly?" Flimsily, Soul brushes it off.
"I want proper angel wings!" Maka stomps her foot on the ground.
"Man you're demanding…besides what's with the sudden angel obsession? Just because you've apparently got that stupid soul…is it that big of a deal? Seems stupid to me." Soul brushes her off.
"What's wrong with you!? You idiot! I wish I'd partnered with Ox instead of you!" Incensed, Maka yells.
"What's Ox got to do with this? Heck he's a meister isn't he?" Confused, Soul points out.
"That's not what I'm talking about idiot!" Irritated, Maka ells.
"Enough of the idiot already jeez." Soul sighs.
"Well…this is a mess." Sprit sighs muttering under his breath brow furrowed sighing at the mess that was his darling daughter and her scythe Soul.
"Nice one patty! Keep it up!" Liz hollers from her gun form, pride laced in her tone, cheering her sister on while the others train with Stein duelling Blackstar through their soul force.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Cackling, the perky Patty cheers firing bullet after bulleting in the firing range cycling as she dances about the place to her heart's content.
"Her grip and her force are all over the place but she's certainly hitting the targets…going out of my way to correct her could just make things worse. I'm not really sure how to handle a case like this…" Sid grumbles under his breath brow furrowed watching worriedly as the two practice.
"Good going…keep it up!" Shyly, Sid offers trying to cheer the two up having no clue what to make of them.
"DIE DIE! AHAHAHA!" Patty continues cackling as she fires furiously.
"Take them all down Patty!" Liz proudly proclaims joyous.
"You got it sis! Sonafabitch! Motherfucker! Yeehah!" Patty curses out loud as she continues their form of training.
"How did Ava teach these two?" Stunned, Sid mutters under his breath turning his back to the pair, having no clue what to really do with them as he leaves, he's oblivious to the gun being lowered ignorant to Patty's perturbed furrowed frown…
"Patty?" Calmly, the door opens as Ava enters the room of the blonde curled into a corner, grumbling playing with some dolls bashing, clashing against each other violently as she seems to be in her own little world until perking up at Ava's voice.
"Hmph!" The blonde turns to glare daggers at Ava before huffing, turning her head away from the woman, curling closer into the corner, trying to return to her playtime as Ava approaches the younger Patty.
"I heard you got into a fight with someone today is that right?" Gently, Ava asks as she places her hands flat on her knees, kneeling down trying to talk to Patty.
"He was pissing me off calling me and sis street rats…" Grumbling, Patty huffs tossing the doll down on the ground glaring, glowering down at the ground below.
"I see…and how did that make you feel?" Ava asks as she sits down by Patty's side seeing her play.
"The hell do you think it made me feel? It made me pissed off so I kicked him in the-" Proudly, Patty smirks sadistically at the memory making Ava's gold narrow noting the familiar gleam glistening in her hues, a smug smirk upon her lips.
"I think the cast speaks for itself Patty." Ava remarks crossing her arms over her chest.
"Tch he ripped up my giraffe." Angrily, Patty huffs.
"Giraffe?" Astonished, Ava arches a brow befuddled by the animal.
"I made one. I thought…I'd give it to you." Shyly, Patty bows her head, staring down at her fidgeting fingertips flexing around her dolls bashing them against one another.
"To me?" Mystifed, Ava furrows her brow quirking her head to the side.
"And lord Death to thank ya for taking us in I mean…" Meekly, Patty reveals shyly staring down at the ground below.
"That's very kind of you Patty." Softly, Ava places her hand on Patty's blonde locks, her bright blues dilating when feeling the alien touch, a faint shimmering shine in her blurry blues at the tender touch, not quite sure what to make of the affectionate gesture.
"Yeah well it's nothing now." Briskly, Patty brushes her hand off grumbling glaring to the side.
"The fact that you wanted to thank us I think is still admirable." Ava assures Patty.
"…" Silently, Patty pouts puffing out her cheeks huffing.
"Your hands are bruised." Ava furrows her brow noting her bloodied, battered, bruised knuckles concerning Ava.
"Huh?" Patty blinks baffled taking note of the sore stinging sensation of her knuckles.
"We should get it treated." Tentatively, Ava reasons slowly standing towering over the girl.
"It's nothing." Patty grumbles, returning her focus to her game.
"Patty…I've seen the wall. You're lucky Kid didn't see the wall…" Sighing, Ava furrows her brow at the sight of the blonde, looking over at the plastered walls, thankful Kid had no real reason to barge into their room, at least without their permission.
"So you're the one to plaster it up." Patty furrows her brow at the bruised battered wall.
"Yeah…do you wat to talk about it?" Sighing, Ava asks her.
"Not much to say I just like hitting things." Patty shrugs lazily.
"Patty this could lead to someone getting hurt, worse than what happened today. Does it get out of hand sometimes?" Sighing, Ava places her hands on her hips.
"On the streets Liz said I went to hard on some people but that was it…I…I nearly hit Liz once." Sniffling, Patty furrows her brow at the memory.
"Hm?" Astonished, Ava blinks baffled by the news.
"I…I didn't want to we were arguing I wanted some stupid cake and…" Frowning, Patty furrows her brow at the memory mad, glaring down at her fidgeting fingertips.
"How did it make you feel after that?" Ava queries.
"Scared…Liz tried to smile it off but…" Patty trails off guilt washing over her.
"Well how about I teach you to how to control it." Ava smiles softly offering her hand to the girl.
"Control it?" Curious, Patty arches a brow intrigued.
"That lust for violence…I can help you what do you say?" Smiling, Ava asks the girl gazing at the hand offered to her.
"…Okay." Shyly, Patty nods her head, she didn't want to hurt her sister again, she didn't want to mess things up, she didn't want to end up on the streets with her sister again. This could be her only chance to at least learn how to control it. She'll never forget the face on Liz after one of her moments of seeing red and Ava didn't judge her. She helped her, she helped her understand the craziness within her and how to control it…she would forever be grateful to Ava not only for giving her and her sister a home, not only for giving her and her sister a family but for helping her deal with these violent tendencies within her.
"Lovely lovely! Looks like everyone's working hard! Wouldn't you say so A…" Animatedly, Lord Death gushes as he happily blows upon the cup of tea in his hands, smoke spewing out of the cup as he turns to his side only to be met by the still silence of emptiness in the room.
"…" Dejected, Death bows his head startling sadly down at his tea looking at his reflection.
"Mirror mirror on the stand could you connect me with Azu-nyan!" Perkily, Death calls out to the mirror.
"Yes? Yumi Azusa speaking." Formally, Azusa stares at the mirror.
"Don't suppose you found any clues on where Ava might have gotten to?" Hopeful, Death asks her.
"No I'm afraid not although sir if you have any leads on where she could be?" Azusa asks hopeful.
"Leads?" Death hums.
"Yes like any special spots the two of you had or her and Kid had?" Azusa pries.
"Well Kid never really went out much due to Ava's state and well mine too…maybe the beach?" Humming, Death quirks his head to the side.
"The beach?" Azusa copies his actions.
"The beach." Death repeats.
"Do you know what beach?" Annoyed, Azusa's eyes narrow.
"Where the sand meets the sea." Shrugging, Death offers.
"No I mean urgh never mind were there any other special spots the two of you had that she could have gone to?" Tiredly, Azusa pinches the bridge of her nose exasperated etched into her tired tone.
"Not that I know of I mean most of the places we went to usually ended up sinking." Sighing, Death reveals.
"…Um what?" Astonished, Azusa blinks baffled by his words.
"Yeah things would get out of hand one of us would get too excited and well I'm sure you catch on." Bashfully, Death chuckles at the memory.
"R-Right…" Azusa furrows his brow.
"You should have seen us on our honeymoon I think several isles plumped to the sea alongside a fair few volcanoes erupting." Gushing, Death recalls happily joyous over the memory unaware of the worried Azusa.
"You…sir with all due respect I don't think you should share this news with anyone else." Politely, she tries to warn him.
"Hm? Okay! Still no doubt Ingram is behind Kid's kidnapping." Death scowls down at his cup.
"You think so?" Azusa arches a brow.
"I know so, the quicker we find Ingram, the quicker we can find Kid."
"I will make this investigation top priority."
"Well of course unless you want the whole world to burn! There is a reason the phrase hell hath no fry like a woman scorned comes from Ava after all." Anguished, Lord Death sighs sadly as he blows the steam out of his cup looking longingly down at his tea, looking lonely even.
"R-Right…thank you sir good day." Awkwardly, Azusa dismisses herself not quite used to see the god of death be so despondent, so sad, so…lonely.
"Ava…Kid…please be alright." Death whispers staring sadly down at his cup, his grip tightening around his cup as he is left alone in the cold confines of the death room.
"Do not screw around with us Shinigami…" Seething, the young boy from before seethes swiftly slamming his fist into Kid's chest.
"Okay kid enough harming the merch." Ingram hollers leant against the wall of the doorway.
"Agreed, Gopher that will be enough thank you. Kid I would ask that you refrain from organising the contents of my book without permission with all the bookmarks I had placed in it. It may have appeared disorderly but I actually found it rather convenient to use." Noah agrees by Ingram's side as he looks over at his book, politely scolding the boy.
"Hmph if you plan on keeping me inside that thing. The least you can do is keep it originated in a tidy fashion." Frowning, Kid sneers scowling at the two older men.
"You do not answer back to master Noah know your place Shinigami." Sharply, Gopher slams his fist into the boy once more.
"Gopher must you persist in damaging my collection? I fear it is you who should be told to know your place." Noah seers scowling at the boy flinching from his words.
"…My deepest apologises." Gopher bows his head to Noah.
"Yeah you really shouldn't damage the merchandise the creator won't be happy to see her darling's work of art stained after all." Amused, Ingram remarks strutting over.
"You have no right to even speak her name." Venomously, Kid seethes.
"Now, now nephew no need to be so prudish I didn't even utter her name." Smirking, he painfully pinches Kid's cheek making him hiss.
"You…you betrayed her." His gold glare into a similar shade of his own.
"I betrayed no one. I never said I was on your side kid you assumed which made an ass out of you." Smirking, Ingram gently flicks Kid's temple making him grimace at the sharp sting.
"It's not healthy to be so uptight you know Gopher." Law points out as he enters the room.
"Great show keep it up makes a great side fish for my drink." Giriko joins in smirking bottle in hand.
"Please don't refer to that piece of nothingness as a drink." Disgusted, Ingram's gold glare at the bottle before him.
"What's that meant to mean?" Mad, Giriko demands.
"Come back to me when you have a kopek colheita 1941 tawny." Snootily, Ingram brushes the gawking Giriko off.
"A what now…?" Lost, Giriko blurts out.
"Forget it…a drink like that would be wasted on such a debauched depraved pallet like yours." Sighing, Ingram exclaims.
"And kid you should learn to go with the flow once in a while rather than dwelling on regularity. My how scary…are you trying to exact penitence from this betrayer?" Law smirks when noting Kid's glare sent his way.
"Don't make me laugh. I envy you those earphones you always seem to wear with those I wouldn't have to listen to the nonsense you fools spout. Let's just hope for your sake when my mother finds me she doesn't rupture your eardrums when she's done with you." Kid smirks smugly.
"You think she'll be lucky enough to let me live?" Chuckling, Ingram arches a brow bemused.
"Oh of course, knowing my mother she'll want all of you to suffer. She's always told me how humanity are fools for wishing for immortality forever walking the plane of existence with no end in sight. She'll allow you to live Justin only so she herself can rip out your vocal chords, shred your eardrums and leave you blind, deeming you a invalid with any sense left to leave to forever wandering the world seeking death. You'll wish for death but neither my father nor mother will grant you such an end." Intensely, Kid explains to the group each and every one of them faltering from his words, feeling the shy shudder descend down their shaking spines.
"Gopher go and make preparations." Noah orders him.
"Yes Noah sama…" Gopher bows his head.
"What are you planning!?" Kid demands from them only to see Gopher's smug smirk.
"You scum just you try and lay a finger on Maka you'll regret it I promise!" Enraged, Kid snarls seething.
"Surely you get lonely here all on your own? Perhaps the stuffed corpses of your friends would help stimulate your neurotic little mind?" Maliciously, Gopher remarks chuckling amused at the fury flowing through Kid's veins.
"Accused fools…Maka be careful." Kid calls out brow furrowed worried as the door slams slut leaving him chained to the wall, having no way of escape, praying for his friend's safety.