A/N: This chapter is dedicated to LoveTheSun who was my first reviewer and complemented my writing style!
When you're sitting in the back of your kidnappers van with a sack over your head you have a lot of time to think. About your place in the universe, about how you have an itch on your foot you can't scratch because your hands are tied, or of course, how this was all my fathers fault.
I mean really, if he hadn't been rich, and faithful to King Death, he wouldn't have got me into this marriage mess. Or more specifically, made me go choose a wedding dress, which had gotten me kidnapped. I didn't even like dresses! I had just wanted to stay at home and read with a cup of earl grey, but no.
"Maka," he had began.
I looked up from War & Peace, "What."
"I know this, uh, situation had left you, um, annoyed with me. But your Papa loves you very much and wants you to be happy!"
I returned to my book and sipped my tea, I had heard this speech before, when Mom left.
"... So why don't you at least try on some wedding dresses."
I spit out my drink on the couch where I was sitting. My father standing in front of me looked down at his now splattered shirt for a minute, then back at me with puppy eyes.
"It'll be good for you to leave the house and have some fun! And you can finally be part of the special decisions!"
I seethed, dress shopping wasn't fun, but he did have a point. Calling the shots was something I liked to do, it made me feel more in control. Lately I hadn't got a say in anything. I was told my every move, guards and watched my every step, and every word I said in public had been carefully decided. In defeat I set my book and tea cup down on the coffee table.
"Fine."
"What was that? You said it really quiet and your Papa tries to listen but sometimes has some trouble you kn-"
With quick reflexes I snatched my hardcover and pushed it down hard against my fathers skull.
"I SAID FINE!"
And that had been it. If I hadn't said yes I wouldn't have been in the back of a van on a bumpy road.
When the van shook I would hit my head on the wall, and the ropes around my wrists seemed to get tighter, if that was even possible. When I had regained consciousness, I guessed about an hour after I was taken, my hands were bound by itchy rope. My heels were gone, but my dress was still on, thank Death. Tattered, but still intact. I didn't know what I would have done if I had woken naked.
Probably panicked.
But at that moment I was thinking of a plan to escape. In the dim interior I could see the outline of what looked like a dog cage in the corner. Probably to keep other people they've kidnapped contained. I shivered. In the opposite corner was a shape hidden by cloth, I wondered what it could be. If the cage had a broken wire, maybe I could use that to cut my rope.
What followed was an awkward shuffling movement that caused by already bruised body to get even more beaten somehow. I was already grateful for all those gym classes I had endured, I was actually in sort of in shape, and could shuffle without getting too tired. It was slow, but I managed to reach the kennel.
My eyes had by then adjusted to the darkness, and I could see a bent wire they stuck out. Carefully I reached my bound hands for it, tharen recoiled when I touched it. Yep, it was sharp.
A spot of blood oozed from my fingers, and I leaned to lick it away. Cautiously this time, I reached my wrists toward the sharp edge and began a sawing motion. While tearing away my ropes slowly, I was in deep thought.
Why would someone want to kidnap me? For a ransom. That didn't make sense, the group had broken into the boutique, but hadn't stolen a single thing. If they wanted money, they could have gotten some then. For revenge? My history with Soul - dear Death - was a little shaky, but I had never met the other attackers before. To... go against the Prince? Nah, everyone loved him, especially the girls. He was fair and righteous.
So far I couldn't see a single reason for me to be kidnapped, but in good news, my hands were almost free.
I was then tossed on the floor in a heap of dress as the van stopped abruptly. A clunking sound came from the front, like a door being slammed shut. Footsteps that we're getting louder stopped. Eerily the back doors began to open. I tugged my hands apart, praying to Death that they would be free.
Snap. They were.
I smiled and stood up, then dusted myself off. When they opened the doors, I was ready for them, and lunged at them with my fists aiming for their face.
Kid was sat in a comfortable chair surrounded by symmetrical shelves and cupboards. Behind him was the insignia of Shibusen, a skull on a black background with three horizontal red stripes. In front of him, black double doors that stayed clicked shut at all times when he worked at his clean white desk.
When they were closed, the outside could walk past and say "Oh that's Death the Kid's office," or "He must be so happy that he has it all!" And they would laugh at how perfect his life is and how it looked like he had everything he could ever want.
But looks could be deceiving. Sometimes, the doors hid things too.
Kid held his head in his hands and gripped his hair tightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the thoughts that plagued his mind. When he grabbed his hair tighter he bumped a black book labeled "Eibon" and moved it an inch. Then his desk wasn't symmetrical.
"Ha! Symmetry! Who even cares?" they said. He cared, more than anything. It was the one thing that kept him sane. When the kingdom was in a riot over a few escaped criminals, what could calm him? An even and clean desk. When his father wouldn't let him have any responsibility? Symmetrical book cases made him happy.
And just when things were finally going right, finally everything was perfect- it had to end. His soon to be, not mention symmetrical wife was missing. And no one could help him find-
A woman kicked the door open and strut into the room with more attitude that any movie star you've seen. She her long shiny dirty blonde hair hung loose on her back. Shades adorned her eyes, and led the way to pursed lips. A red vest framed her gorgeous figure and was followed by long blue pants.
Kid sputtered "Who... What are you... Why did... OH MY DEATH YOU MOVED THE CARPET! FIX IT! I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS! I'M JUST GARBAGE, ASYMMETRICAL GARBAGE!"
While the prince went on blubbering about carpets the woman removed her glasses and got a good look at him. Without a doubt he was attractive, his soon to be wife was very lucky. His golden eyes made him seem so sophisticated, almost Godlike, and with his pressed black suit he fit the bill for a perfect prince. And his hair, oh his hair, it made her very happy to look at it. But she would not let an attractive buffoon distract her.
"Prince Death, sir, if you might get off that carpet and quit crying like a child we may discuss somethings"
"But...*sniff*...eighty-eight...symmetry...Maka..."
She huffed in annoyance, "Yes Maka you idiot," few would address him that way, but she didn't care, "She's missing remember!"
Like someone flipped a switch Kid stood up and clear his throat, " I am very much aware of this matter, um miss..."
"Elizabeth Thompson, Investigator at your service." She replied sarcastically.
"The Elizabeth Thompson, of the Thompson sisters? The one that found a man after a cold shut case of three years. The one who tracked down a convict with only his fingernail and a paperclip, the one-"
Liz didn't have time for this. Out of no where she pulled out a pistol and shot at the wall behind Kid five times.
"Just shut up you brat."
Instead of crying in fear he glared his eyes and said with grit teeth, "Shoot the wall three more times."
Not going to argue with shooting at rich people's property, Liz spun the pistol on her finger and pulled the trigger three more times.
"There, now that there are eight holes in the wall I can function." He sighed, "Now, I assume you are here to track down Maka?"
"Yep," she grinned and held up a glass heel with blood splattered on it, "and I already have a lead!"
A/N: So there it is. I will be sketching some details from this story, so if you want to see them check out my Instagram ＠ Also I went back and fixed some things in Chapter One. The next update will be in about a week!