Chapter 2
Death the Kid
"What was that about?" Black Star snarkly remarks.
"I hope she's okay." Tsubaki wishes.
"Do you think it's something we said?" Maka asks.
"No. It wasn't your fault." a woman assures. But I don't feel assured, because her tone is harsh and her demeanor sharp.
"What do you mean?" Soul looks her over.
"Well, she's a bit obessed with repetition. She's not use to changes."
"Poor girl."
The woman ignores me. "She's a dreadful hassle. I can't bring her anywhere. And her tutors can't take a day off. She'll break down in tears if we try to change what she eats, or what she studies. We can't even refurnish."
"It's not her fault." I tell her. She looks down at me.
"What makes you say that? It's an awful habit, and sometimes I swear she does it to spite me."
"Did you ever even think that she may actually have a problem?"
"Of course. I had a therapist take a look at her. But he wasn't much help."
I stand, and I can't help but glare at the woman. She's not sympathetic or accepting at all. She can't possibly understand what it's like!"
"I'm going after her." I tell my friends. They nod. "And for your information." my voice takes on an edge along with my frustration, as I confront this woman. Maybe I don't like her because she's assymetrical? "It's in a shinigami's nature to seek balance amoungst everything. We all just interpret it differently." I leave them with that, as I walk away in the direction Kurani left in.
Kurani
I hear my name being called after me, but I ignore it. It's struck me hard that no matter where I go it won't be like home. Tears threaten to free themselves from my eyes. I turn a corner hoping for a door that will lead me outside. But the halls are confusing and I never find anywhere even a tad bit familiar. I turn another corner, my vision blurring.
"Woah." someone says touching my shoulder to stop me from running into him. I look up.
"Oh, Lord Death." I bow my head. "I'm very sorry."
"Are you alright Kurani?" he asks his voice almost wanting to make me laugh.
"I'm fine." I lie.
"Oh, alright. But then why aren't you at the party? And my sons following you. That's not normal. So what's wrong?"
"I'm just... not use to so many people. I've never left my home before."
"Do you want to go home?" he asks.
"It's not that I'm not greatful, or pleased to be here. And everyone's been so nice. But I can't stand much change, sir." My tears fall to the ground.
"Come with me." he tells me. I follow, I don't have much choice.
Death the Kid
I follow her footsteps to the Death Room. I smile at the door. She's safe if she's with my father. Everyone with a problem always seems to find their way here. I walk in, blinking to make sure what I see is real. My father's old, low tea table has completely dissapeared. In it's place is a high, polished, wood, dining table. A large square of the room has completely changed.
"Hey there Kid." my father greets in his ridiculous voice.
"What happened here?" I stare in awe stepping up on what seems to be a set for a movie, or something.
"Your father did it to look like my dinning room. Isn't it wonderful!" she grins. She then sips her tea and smiles down at her cup.
"It's definately something." I pull up a seat to feel that everything is solid and there. "I'm guessing that your feeling better?"
"Yes, much better. I'm really very sorry for leaving so abruptly. I hope I didn't cause a scene."
"Oh, no. You didn't, I'm afraid that I did, though, just moments after you left."
"Really?" she giggles "What did you do?"
"Well, your mother was more blunt than I'm use to."
"Oh, no. What did she say?"
"She was very uncaring. She spoke of your need for balance like it's some mental disease or something you'd just made up to irritate her."
"Well, that's normal. I shouldn't have left. It's easier just to bare through."
"You shouldn't have to make yourself uncomfortable just to prove your not mental."
"Why not? I may be, and it's not as if anything was really wrong. Nobody was being mean, nothing had happened."
"Yet it was!" I suddenly say, much louder than I had intended. "Just because nobody else realized it doesn't make it any less real!"
"Calm down." my father says giving me a rather powerful chop to the head.
"Ow." I grumble.
"Are you going on one of your rants about symmetry again?" Liz remarks from the door. "Because it's rude. I bet she's absolutely gorgeous and your the only one who saw anything wrong." Liz claims.
"Liz, she's in here." I tell her, not wanting her to obset Kurani.
"Oh." Liz opens the door a bit more to see our beautiful dark haired guest.
"What was that about symmetry?" Kurani wonders, taking that out of the conversation. I'm glad she didn't zero in on Liz saying I found something wrong with her.
"He's absolutely obsessed with it." Liz laughs coming in with Patty trailing behind her.
"Yeah! It's kind of weird sometimes." Patty agrees
"Is that why you're so insistant on me coming to terms with mine?" She tilts her head softly to the side, her black hair staying in place, where it's artfully arranged. Somehow it's managed not to get messed up in the choas that is this night.
"You're the shinigami girl!" Patty finally realizes.
"Yes Patty, this is Kurani Shanty."
Kurani
I'd always wondered what the world was like outside my home, but never enough to actually try to find out. Now that I have experimented a little, I just want to go back home.
Lord Death is very kind, and I never before thought he would be so exceptional. He and his son showed me to my room, which is identical to the one I have at home. A small courtesy that means everything to me.
After a while of leaving me to myself, their's a knock on my door. I've already changed, and at this time I never have company. I do not like the inconsistancy, but the manners my mother has beathen into me are stronger.
"Come in!" I call.
"I'm sorry, but the reat of your things came." Kid sets my bags down at the doorway, timid to come in any further.
"You can come in." I tell him. He closes that door, but doesn't seem comfortable enough to sit down. I'm going to marry him. I may as well do my best to get to know him