Chapter 2

Silence hung in the Death Room as Kid processed what he had just been told. There was a witch standing in front of him. He had a sister. The witch was his sister.

"What?" Kid choked out.

"Hello, little brother," the witch smiled at him.

"This isn't possible," Kid said still getting over the initial shock.

"Actually it is," Lord Death spoke. "Long before you were born, I had an affair with a witch that resulted in the birth of Fotia."

"But witches are our enemy," Kid ground out. "They're not supposed to be our family!"

"This one is," Lord Death said in a way that told Kid to stop complaining. "Speaking of which, how did you manage to escape?"

Fotia turned her attention to Lord Death, "The seals were broken by someone on the outside. The opportunity presented itself, I took it."

"And you chose to come here?" Lord Death asked.

"Yes," she said. "What deal did you make with him? I know he would not sit idly by for five hundred years while you had me locked away."

"Who is she talking about, Father?" Kid asked.

"A Warlock who goes by the name of Bain," Lord Death said without looking at his son. "He made me promise no one else would find you. That you would be heavily protected."

Kid understood immediately who the warlock was when his father spoke. There was only one reason an agreement like that would be made; the warlock was the witch's lover. Liz and Patty seemed confused by the whole conversation, but they stayed quiet. Kid knew he would be bombarded with questions when they returned to Gallows Manor.

"Do you have any idea where he is now?" the witch asked.

"No," Lord Death answered. "He has been in hiding for the last two hundred years."

Fotia sighed and shook her head. Kid couldn't tell what she would do next. He was wary of her and didn't trust her. He had been taught to kill witches, not accept them as family. The many conflicting emotions swirled around his head making him dizzy.

"I'm leaving. Don't bother following me," Fotia said in a manner that made it sound more like a threat.

"You're not going anywhere," Lord Death said in his normal deep voice. "The moment word gets out that you've reappeared, every witch and warlock in hiding will be looking for you."

"It doesn't matter," she said continuing to walk away from him. "I'll fight them off. I'm stronger than them."

"Right now you're too weak," Lord death said walking toward her. "You used too much energy to control Stein while keeping your soul protected. Stay a while."

"Why?" she asked stopping and turning her head to glare at him. "So you can bind me down again? I will leave, and you cannot stop me. Your meisters will never stand a chance."

The witch continued on her path toward the doors of the Death Room. Stein stood in front of the doors trying to stall her exit.

"Move," she said darkly.

"Let her go," Lord Death told his best meister and Death Scythe. And just like that she was gone.

"Father, why didn't you tell me?" Kid asked.

"You didn't need to know," he answered.

"If she really is my sister, I have a right to know," Kid yelled.

"Yes she is your sister," Lord Death said still using his deep voice. "She was hidden away and she was supposed to stay there."

"What will you do now?" Death Scythe asked interrupting the family meeting.

"Keep an eye on her," Lord Death sighed. "Make sure she doesn't do anything reckless." He turned toward his mirror which only showed his reflection and sighed again. "Everything witnessed here today does not leave this room, do you understand? Kid, Stein, Death Scythe, this goes for all of you."

"Yes, Sir," they answered in unison.

"You, too, Patty, Liz," Lord Death said acknowledging his son's weapons. "You are not to speak a word of this to anyone."

The two girls nodded but stayed silent. They were too stunned to form words. Kid took a step forward meaning to exit the Death Room. Liz and Patty followed.

"I'm going home," Kid announced.

Lord Death acknowledged the statement with a nod and a wave of his hand. Kid felt his shoulders raise with tension as he led his death weapons out of the room. He didn't feel himself relax until they were nearly at Gallows Manor.

"Are you all right, Kid?" Liz asked carefully.

Kid sighed, "This has been a very surprising day. I don't know what to think."

"You have a sister, just like me and Liz!" Patty giggled. "Does that mean you're not first in line to inheriting Lord Death's position when he gives it up?"

"I have no idea," Kid answered.

They had reached the large doors at Gallows Manor. Kid pushed them open and noticed something was off immediately. The house was too warm.

"Patty!" he growled. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the thermostat?"

"I didn't touch it!" she screeched.

"Well, you must have," Kid said stomping his foot. "Liz never touches it."

"Hey, Kid," Liz said softly.

"What is it, Liz?" Kid asked confused by her quiet tone.

"We're not alone," she answered he eyes glued to the main staircase.

Kid's eyes followed and he saw Fotia leaning against the railing an amused smile playing on her lips. She raised her eyebrow when Kid paled at the sight of her.

"What's wrong little brother?" she asked.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Father works fast," she sighed straightening and walking down the steps. "I can't leave."

"What do you mean?"

"There are protective spells in place already," the red head huffed.

"But why did you come here?" Kid asked taking a step closer to her while Patty closed the doors.

"A witch walking into any establishment is Death City?" she gave a bark of a laugh. "Smart idea." She studied his face for a moment and then her eyes turned to Liz and Patty, "Am I not welcome?"

"No," Liz spoke before Kid could say anything.

"Liz, we should talk this over," Kid said shocked at her.

"I don't want her here," Liz shook.

"But Sis," Patty whined. "She's Kid's sister."

"I don't care," Liz said staring fiercely at Fotia.

"Understood," Fotia nodded and continued down the steps. She walked toward the trio and stopped directly in front of Liz. Her head barely came up to Liz's chin. "But I will have you know, I have never killed a human being with the intention of doing so." She walked past her and left the house.

Kid watched Liz let out the breath she was holding and sink to her knees. The girl was shaking. Patty crouched to her sister's level and held her.

"Liz, are you all right?" Kid asked alarmed.

All she could do was shake her head. Kid raced into the kitchen and put on a kettle to make the girls hot chocolate. It was the only hot beverage Liz willingly drank. When Kid checked on his weapons he saw that Patty was able to convince Liz to sit on the couch in the next room. He was so shocked by her outburst and reaction afterward. A few minutes later he was bringing two steaming mugs of hot chocolate into the living room and handing them to the girls.

It was nearly ten minutes before Liz had calmed down enough to speak. Kid could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully. She looked Kid directly in the eyes when she did speak.

"Did you feel it?" She asked.

"Liz?" he asked unsure how to answer.

"It was like I had been punched in the gut and my head was swimming. She scared me," Liz whispered the last part.

"She's a witch and a Shinigami; you're bound to feel something like that," Kid answered with a sigh.

"I never felt anything like that when Patty and I met you," Liz said shaking her head. "This was different. There's pent up rage in that witch, and it's like it was trying to claw its way out."

"But Sis, I didn't feel anything like that," Patty chirped.

Liz shook her head, "I don't know. I just didn't want to be near her anymore."

xxXxx

Fotia wandered around Death City until the sun sank behind the horizon and the moon took its place in the starry sky. Not too many citizens had turned their heads in her direction as she used soul protect, but Lord Death had been right. She was weak and it took every bit of concentration for her to keep blending in. Her concentration on anything other than reigning in her aura was low and as a result she bumped into a tall white-haired someone.

"What the hell?" the boy said before looking down at her. When he realized she had been knocked over, he extended his hand. "Sorry. I didn't see you there."

"I wasn't paying much attention," she smiled back. "What's your name, Hun?"

"Soul," he answered.

"What an interesting name," she pondered aloud.

"What can I call you?" Soul asked.

"Fotia," she gave him a toothy smirk.

"Now that's an interesting name," he chuckled. "Hey, where you going? I'll walk you there."

"Wherever you're going will suit me just fine," she answered.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned upward, her lips an inch away from his, "I need a place to stay for a short time. Wouldn't you like to share a bed with me?" Her voice was low and sensual. She knew she didn't have much energy to complete the controlling spell. "All you have to do is ask."

There were a few tense moments of waiting before Soul leaned down and spoke with his lips against hers, "Would you like to share a bed with me?"

"I would love to," she giggled darkly.