So from the review I recieved from Spartan Yoshi 90, i should probably explain a few things before continuing the story. So first, The reason Myra isn't in the store with Kid is because she doesn't want to hear him obsessing over the symmetry. She tried to shut him up, but he kept going. Second, She wasn't really intimidated by the guys, she just got caught off gaurd and was genuinely afraid hanging over the balcony. I didn't do a very good job explaining them. But yes the two guys are Meister and weapon partners. I'll try to do a better job explaining everything from now on. Thanks to everyone who reveiwed, please enjoy the next chapter!
I've been falling for a few seconds now. Maybe if Kid had listened to me and shut up about the way the merchandise was displayed, this wouldn't have happened. No, I can't blame him. I should have stuck it out and stayed with him in the store. It isn't his fault. It's my own. And now, after all these years of stupid desicions, one has gotten me. This one will be the end of me. There's nothing I can do to change it either. Damn it all. I always thought the way I'd go would be fighting, not in a mall falling from the balcony inside.
All at once, I felt impact, but it wasn't at all what I expected. Only two points of my body made contact. The spot on the back of my knees and about the middle of my back. I felt fabric, not tiles. I smell cologne from a guy. If its one of those ass holes, then they need to let me go. But this smell, it's faintly familiar. Tickling my memory. Blackberries and chocolate. Once I realized who it was, I wiped my eyes so he wouldn't see my tears, then opened them. As soon as I did, I knew I was right. But he wasn't standing on the ground. We were about halfway down and ascending upwards.
Curious, I looked down and saw a skateboard lifting us back up. I looked back up at the person who saved my life. He wasn't paying attention to me, but to the guys up there who dropped me. Once we were back on the balcony, Kid set me down. Now, I'm not going to lie and say I'm a skinny little stick girl. I am a bit heavier, so it surprised me a bit that anyone could hold me. Although, anything can be possible running on adrenaline.
I thank him as he sets his board against one of the fake plants. Now, I feel my rage building up. Cracking my knuckles, I start towards the two guys. My hands start clenching into fists and I pull one back ready to strike. And I do. I hit the second one who was next to the one called Sean right in the nose and it starts bleeding.
"Ow! Shit!" He said lifting his hand to his nose, but it doesn't make it and I Punch him in the gut. He holds his stomach and backs up a few steps. Then I look over to Sean, ready to take him on. His right arm has turned into a hammer. He's a weapon? Well then, this has become interesting. See, my dad Spirit, is a Scythe. So Maka and I are half scythes. She still need to control her blade, but I was a fast learner and am able to use my foot as a blade. But it's only my foot. Maka's the lucky one who has blades over her whole body, but she can only control it when she's unconcious. So what's really the point of that if she can't call on it in battle if she's ever without Soul? I smirk at Sean. He may have his hammer, but I have a secret. I may be a meister, but when Donna isn't with me, I can still defend myself. However, I don't use my foot blade. I'm pretty sure I can take this fool without it.
He swings first and I duck then upper-cut his gut. There's a flinch, but he's mostly unphased by it. We both are about to strike again, when Kid seems to come out of no where and gets Sean on his jaw, leaving an imprint of a ring that he has on. Thats when I realize that I need to calm down and stop, otherwise things will get more out of hand. I do the counting thing Donna told me to do when I need to calm down. When I speak, my voice still sounds angry.
"If I ever hear of something like what you dickheads did to me happen again, realize I will find you and bring my scythe with me," they both scoff at me and I give them a death glare. "Let's go, Kid. I hate being around losers like these."
After all that crap, I barely remembered why we were here in the first place. I mentally face palmed when I remembered. The MP3. And we had just left the area where the store was. Although, after basically saving my life, maybe he doesn't need to get me a new one. I guess I could always come back and get it myself. Out of habit when I walk, I cross my arms and walk next to him silently.
"Why so quiet?" He asks me. I shrug.
"Just tired of stupid people like those guys back there," I told him.
"What if I told you I have a way to cheer you up?" he smirked.
"You don't need to do anything. I mean, you kind of saved my butt back there."
"But I do still owe you."
"No, not really. I can always get the MP3 another day." He oulled a box out of his pocket.
"Well then I guess I have to return this." My eyes went wide because I didn't think he got it in the time frame he had. But there it was in his hand.
"No way," I exclaimed. "I didn't think you got it by the time I was dangling or the edge."
"Just before they picked you up, I payed for it." Kid then hands me the box and I open it.
"Is this..? No. You didn't have to get me the DeathPod. I would have been fine with an older brand MP3," I tell him as I pull it out of the box. It's a sleek blackish blue color with the brand logo of Lord Death's mask imprinted on the back. It's a large touch screen and one triangular button on the bottom. The earbuds that are also in the box resemble those of the Death Scythe Justin Law. He has the same ones.
"It's no big deal. And I owed you anyway, so why not get the best?"
"Well, thanks. You're alright Kid. Perhaps too OCD at times, but still alright in my book," I tell him as I put the DeathPod back into its box. At that he chuckles. Well, I guess thats a good sign. But he really didn't need to get me such an expensive music player. Maybe its just the perks of being Lord Death's son.
"So what do you want to do now?" He asked me after a few moments of silence.
"I don't know. I mean, I'm always in the mood for a nap, but that feels rude to do considering what happened," I told him. And then...my stomach growled like a bear protecting her cubs.
"Maybe we should get lunch."
"That would be a good idea. Falling off balconies works up an apetite," I joke and he laughs. We end up walking to the food court and going to the fast food place which makes people fat with their fake meat. But it tastes good, so what the hell. As soon as I saw Kid start to take out his wallet, I stopped him and used my own moeny.
"It's fine, I can pay for it," he says.
"You've done more than enough for me today. It's my turn." He backs off and lets me pay. It may be fast food, but the perhaps 6 minutes we waited felt like hours. Once we got our food, we found a table to sit down at and opened the bag of wonderfulness.