XD Alright, I guess you liked the last chapter! c; Here are the reviews for chapter seven...
Mina888: Your request shall be honored! Right now, actually...
Riku Ashwood: O_o; Um... thank you...? XD
VilaDeath: Yay! I mean, aww... lol
Cyanide 6: Well, thank you! If you cried, that means it's good. ;)
themaskedmeister13: Not exactly, the Kid we all know and love was the eighth in a line of Death the Kids. They're all named the same, just they look different... and the girl mentioned at the end was Lord Death's ninth child. Her name is also Death the Kid, but she obviously isn't the Kid from the anime/manga Soul Eater... it's my weird play on how Kid was born. -3-;
Annerizu-san: Aww, just work at it! I used to suck too, then I started watching anime... XD funny how that works.
Vampireninja101: So glad you liked it that much! I was kind of aiming for tears... I almost cried myself writing it... ;_;
Kara Black: That's... actually... a really good idea! And you are one of two people who suggested it! XD never fear, you shall see some bromance in the next chapter.
Kaoru97: See? One of two people. XD Glad you liked it!
8fangirl8: Thank you! And I am =3=
unicornz4eva: I did not know that... O_o jk I kind of did. Or assumed it. But because I enjoy killing off Kid (and sometimes Lord Death) they shall die. :P Kid is always sullen... well, kinda~ and he doesn't go OCD very often because I don't like his OCD. Sorry.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain: Yay! :D Glad you like it. Um... hurmdehurm... food~ SHAWARMA!
YouCanCallMe MrsMalfoy: That's a great idea, thanks! I kind of steered clear of that specific area so far because it's been done so many times, I was a little afraid people were getting tired of it... but if you want me to put a special twist on it, I'd be happy to try. ^.^
And here are the reviews for chapter eight...
Riku Ashwood: Thank chu! ^^
Ravenclaw Alchemist: Aww, thanks! And nice screen name, by the way... c;
Annerizu-san: IT IS, ISN'T IT? Fear not, you shall be seeing much more of it... :D
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So... how about a birthday party? Sorry for any OOC-ness on Kid's part, he's a little stressed. *pats head*
How to Ruin a Deathday Party
Prompt: 'Kid meets his mother. Not some freaky mother or a witch. A normal HUMAN mother with another family. Liz and Patty can go too.' -Mina888
Timeline: A while after the Salvage arc in the manga.
Characters: Death the Kid, Lord Death, Liz and Patty Thompson, Maka Albarn, Soul Eater Evans, BlackStar, Tsubaki Nataksukasa, René Ingol, James Ingol, Anna Ingol, Angel, Devil, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride, Wrath, Envy, Lust
"Hey, Kiddo!" Lord Death appeared in Kid's living room mirror. "Whaddaya say we invite the family for your birthday party?"
Kid did a perfect spit-take, showering Patty with OJ. "What?"
"You know, your birthday party!"
His son blanched. "Oh crap."
Patty giggled as she licked the OJ off of her arms, while Liz just blinked and said, "You have a birthday?"
"Yes. Is that so weird?"
"No... I just thought it'd be called, I dunno, a deathday."
"Elizabeth, really? I'm not dead."
-Kid, Liz, Patty, and Lord Death-
"You have a birthday?" Maka asked, shocked.
At the same time, BlackStar spluttered, "You have a family?"
Kid sighed and rolled his eyes at both of them. "Yes and yes. How many times must I say it? Besides, how do you think I was born?"
BlackStar and Soul sniggered. Maka narrowed her eyes. "You don't want to know their theories."
"Okay..." the reaper muttered. "I am thoroughly creeped out."
"So how were you born then?" Liz questioned, applying a new coat of nail polish to her nails.
Another sigh. "Well... it's a rather long story. My father is technically one of three parents. I have a human father, and a human mother. They created... ahem, me, of a sort. My body was stillborn." A few splutters and spit-takes were shared amongst the group (they were at Kid's house having a sort of brunch. No, brunches are not for old people.), but their host continued nonchalantly. "My mother is actually a close friend of Father's- she's also still alive. My body was born only fifteen years ago, but my soul - well, more on that later. Anyways, my body was stillborn, but my father saw fit that it was due time for an heir, so he consulted his associates in the Grim World and was granted permission to take a fragment of Shinigami essence from the strange corner in the Grim World we inhabit when not in Earthly form. I was simply one of many, chosen at random and implanted in a human body. I technically brought myself back to life - or, I brought my stillborn body back to life. From then on I was raised by Father."
All was silent. Jaws hung. Kid leaned back, sipping more OJ, and just eyed them quizzically. "What?"
"So, let me get this straight. Your party is in two days. And we have that much time to completely redecorate Gallows Manor?" Liz spluttered, eyeing the bags and bags of party decorations.
"I'll try and lend a hand, but I might be too busy with other preparations," Kid informed her helpfully.
BlackStar snorted. "Good luck, Liz."
"We're helping too!" Tsubaki commented. Her meister whirled on her, spluttering. She glared him down. "Come on, BlackStar. Maka and I agreed that the four of us would help Liz and Patty while Kid was busy with other things."
Soul coughed, choking on his lemonade. "What?"
Maka narrowed her eyes and elbowed him hard. "Yes, we are, Soul Eater. Now get your ass moving."
Grumbling and eyeing his meister warily, the albino scythe shuffled over to the mountain of plastic and heaved up a couple of bags, peering inside. "Hey, BlackStar! Look, they've got streamers. Black and white and... gray? Seriously? Oh well."
Kid smiled at them all. "Well, have fun. I have to go invite..." he shuddered, "eh, the rest... of my family. Both human and Shinigami... crap. This is gonna be hell." He moaned something in a language nobody there knew and passed a hand over a mirror, making it ripple. Without further ado he just stepped through the glass and disappeared. BlackStar stuck his tongue out at the retreating reapers' back.
"Let's get started!" Tsubaki suggested, helping Maka arrange a small tower of streamer rolls. The pigtailed blonde smiled, then grinned evilly at her own weapon.
"Soul, you and I are going to be hanging the streamers. Got it?"
He gulped and complied.
Kid shivered as he emerged in the sitting room of the plain house, furnished with small bright pieces of furniture and whatnot. It was horribly arranged, however, and he had to fight the urge to rearrange everything in the room. James would kill him.
At that moment, a cute six-year old blonde came tumbling into the room. Blinking with huge emerald eyes up at the reaper, she grinned and snatched onto his pant leg, giggling, then called, "Mommy! Kid-kun is here!"
"Hey, Anna," he chuckled, hoisting her up in a more symmetrical fashion. "Where's René and James?"
She thought a moment. "Well, Mommy's out in the garden... and Dad's at the store."
"And Tykka?" he questioned. "Is she over today?"
"She'll be here tomorrow!" Anna giggled again.
After a moment of trying to hang onto the wriggling blonde, another person entered the room. She was tall and slim, with warm amber eyes and wavy black hair that hung down past her ribcage. At the moment it was tied back in a messy ponytail. Blinking at the boy standing in her living room, her face broke into a warm smile and she rushed forward to hug Kid tightly. "Oh, Kid! It's been almost six months!" Pulling back, she scolded, "Why didn't you visit sooner?"
Kid shrugged. "Sorry, René. I had a bunch of missions taking up my time. Then I was... eh, occupied for about a month with a rather nasty man called Noah. It's cleared up now." He smiled. "Chichiue sent me to invite you to my birthday party."
René tutted. "Enough of this 'René' business. Take after Anna a bit, would you? And that sounds wonderful! I can't believe it's that time of year again."
"Fine... Mother," he relented. "It's day after tomorrow, at Gallows Mansion. I'll come get you and set up a mirror path."
Anna pouted. "Can me and Tykka come?"
Kid crouched down and ruffled her hair. "It's 'Tykka and I,' Anna-chan. And of course you can. We'll have lots of cake."
Squealing in delight, the girl flew forward and enveloped her brother in a strangling embrace. "Kay~! Hurry back, Kid-kun!"
"I'll do my best." Carefully removing her arms from around his neck, Kid started to stand up when the sound of the front door opening distracted him.
Memories of being chained up, beaten, the door opening as Gopher came in with some new blade...
Instinctively, Kid lowered himself into a defensive stance and his golden eyes narrowed in a catlike way, until he saw it was James coming through the door and relaxed. James Ingol was a broad-shouldered brunette with ragged hair and a habit of wearing his favorite gray headband to keep his bangs held back. René greeted her husband and shot a worried look at Kid.
He grinned apologetically. "Sorry. Last mission was a bit... hair-raising. I'm fine. Hello, Father."
"Hey, Kid," James laughed. "Been a while! You've gotta stop calling me 'Father.' It makes me sound so old." He winked. "Dad'll do."
"All right... Dad," Kid sighed. "My birthday party's day after tomorrow. Chichiue sent me to deliver the message. I guess Anna's bringing Tykka, I also have to head on up," he gestured vaguely at the ceiling, "and drag Angel and Devil into it as well."
"Good luck with that, Kiddo," James joked, patting his son's hair. "Bring us a souvenir, eh?"
Kid quickly smoothed down his black and white locks. "You know I can't do that," he grumbled. "I'll be back day after tomorrow." Stepping back through the mirror, he focused on his next destination as their calls of farewell echoed behind him. Visiting them is always weird. Almost falling out of the mirror, he stumbled and recovered, blinking at the bright light of the Between World. Visiting these two will be even worse...
Sighing, he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked through the cloudy, misty strange world of the Between. "Damn. I hope they haven't moved or anything. Nah, they're too lazy..."
Finally finding what he was searching for - a strange house, split color-and-design-wise straight down the middle. The right was black and red, with small puffs of smoke circling around it, as well as rather scary decor, while the left was pure white and gold, puffy white clouds lazily transcribing circles over the chimney. "Angel and Devil," Kid said to himself. "Might as well get it over with." He knocked on the double doors and waited. Soon enough they were both thrown open.
"Welcome to Hell!"
"Welcome to Heaven!"
Both twins said it in unison, then glared at each other.
"Pssh. We all know Hell is more fun."
"Don't be ridiculous. Everyone wants to go to Heaven."
"Excuse me!" Kid interrupted loudly. "It's me, you nitwits."
They looked up in surprise, then said again in unison, "Oh, hey Kid!"
On the right was Devil, a raven-haired red-skinned boy with black jeans, scruffy black tennis shoes, and a plain black tee. He had two small black horns poking out of his dark locks, and a pair of semi-folded bat wings. Typical stereotype 'devil.' On the left was Angel, a pretty, blonde, white-clad (a skirt, snowboots, and ruffled tee) with fluffy white wings and the stereotypical golden halo. They were, believe it or not, twins. Obviously not identical.
Kid sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "My birthday party's day after tomorrow. There's cake. You coming?"
"Oh yes!" both cheered, then slammed the door.
Rolling his eyes, the reaper continued on his way. They were his Shinigami siblings - as in, Anna was his physical mortal body's biological sister, while Angel and Devil were related by soul and title. Even Kid himself found it confusing. (He also had seven brothers- Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Pride, Greed, Wrath, and Envy; and five sisters- Truth, Compassion, Contentment, Humility, and Love. In other words, the Seven Sins and the Five Virtues. But they were scattered and only came together for the 'family reunion' that happened once every decade. Speaking of which, wasn't that next year?*1*)
Strolling back through the Between, he narrowed his eyes at the annoying silver mist.
"Kid!" a voice cheered.
The boy in question almost groaned and ran away. Not them, not now, oh please...
With seven small thuds, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Pride, Greed, Wrath, and Envy landed in front of him. "Hey guys," Kid greeted tiredly.
Pride grinned and saluted. "We hear you've got a b-day smash goin' on! Can we come?"
"Is there cake?" Gluttony asked excitedly. He rubbed his stomach, which was still as flat as ever. No matter how much the guy ate he never gained any pounds, whatsoever. Then again Kid was the same way. Only he didn't eat forty triple-layered cakes in a row.
"Yes, there's cake," he sighed.
"Ladies?" Lust asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Kid rolled his eyes. "None that wouldn't be able to pound you into the ground without a second thought."
"Pssh. Show-offs, probably," Envy muttered.
"They're actually not," Kid mused. "It kind of saves their skins in battle."
"Boring!" Greed complained. "Money?"
"Seriously?" the reaper grated. "It's my birthday, which means you give me gifts. No money."
Greed stuck his tongue out. Sloth yawned. Wrath twitched and balled a hand into fists. "Can I fight 'em then?"
"No, Wrath," Kid deadpanned. "It's day after tomorrow. If you destroy Death City again Father and I will kill all of you."
The seven brothers crossed their arms and stuck their tongues out in perfect unison, then the mist billowed around them and they were gone. Kid grumbled under his breath and opened a white portal in front of him, stepping through with his hands in his pockets. "Stupid Sins... always so pesky..." He didn't quite register that he'd just walked out of a mirror that Soul and BlackStar had been in the middle of hanging... and he was floating again. Both boys stared at him, jaws agape. Kid cursed and facepalmed. "Damn it all, I blame them. Stupid Sins always distracting me." Still complaining, he drifted down to the ground and continued walking through the front hall and into the living room as if nothing had happened. Soul and BlackStar kept staring incredulously.
"Hello, girls," Kid muttered distractedly, entering the kitchen and opening the door. Maka and Liz, who were in the middle of hanging streamers all over the living room, waved.
"How did the inviting go?" Maka called.
Kid just glared at her and downed a Dr. Pepper in a few gulps. "Ran into my brothers. Annoying little f-"
"You have brothers?" Liz interrupted.
Her meister rolled his eyes. "Yes. The seven in question are quite annoying. I swear, I'm going to behead-"
"Seven brothers?" Maka asked, a little awed.
"Yes, seven brothers," he confirmed irritably. "Well, no. Technically I have closer to forty-two brothers. But the seven in question are coming day after tomorrow, and-"
"Do you have any sisters?" Liz questioned, tossing another roll of black streamer paper to Maka.
Kid grit his teeth. "Yes. Now shut up. I wanted to warn you to stay out of their way, the seven-"
"How many sisters?"
"STOP. INTERRUPTING!" he practically bellowed. "I have the same number of sisters as brothers. As I was saying, the seven-"
"Lord Death has eighty-four kids?" Liz laughed.
Kid threw his hands up in defeat. "I give up. Yes and no. We don't really have parents, but we're considered a family because we're all... deities, I suppose you could call it. NOW WILL YOU LET ME FINISH?"
"Fine, fine," both girls conceded.
"Stay out of the Sins' way. They'll either try to seduce you, fight you, eat you, insult you, stalk you, or kill you. Well, they'll try."
Liz and Maka eyed him weirdly. "Eat us?" Liz snorted.
"Wait... Sins?" Maka asked excitedly. "You mean the Seven Deadly Sins? They've got physical form? Ooh, I need to take notes-"
"Hold it, bookworm!" BlackStar said as he and Soul sauntered back into the room. "Cool it. Sheesh, you're gonna grow mushro-"
"Maka CHOP!"
Smash.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow..."
Kid practically snarled and stalked out. He was under way too much stress, he knew it, but still. They may be good friends and elite team-mates but SERIOUSLY. The lot of them were infuriating. Then again, the Sins, Virtues, rest of the family, as well as Angel and Devil were pure hell. And he'd survived that. Only once, he reminded himself. At least in this reincarnation. We all look different, I suppose, but they're all the same... decade after decade.
"Hey, Kid, wait up!" Soul called, jogging after him. "Here's the order form for the cake. How many do ya wan- woah." Kid had whipped around, black energy crackling around him, giving the scythe the Death Stare. (Well, not the real Death Stare. That would kill him.)
"Order fifty," the reaper replied, tone controlled and dangerous. "I don't care, and I have the money. Now if you'll excuse me, being around my siblings - and imagining being in ALL of their company at the same time - tends to piss me off. Please take care not to get in my way or I may kill you. Thank you, goodbye." With that he left the quivering scythe in the foyer and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him. On the lawn, he took a deep breath of fresh air and summoned Beelzebub. Being the beginning of January, a thin, neat layer of snow lay over everything. Kid admired the flawless white powder as he soared high into the sky, circling around Death City.
It was normally a desert out here, but Death City was a special place in the High Realm that his father governed, so at the moment it was an arctic-like wasteland. Temperatures were slightly warmer inside the the city walls, accounting for the light snow.
Soaring high above it all, Kid breathed in the thin air - the small amount of oxygen was no problem, he had no need for breathing the stuff anyway. In Death City he had to breathe to keep up appearances, but when it came down to it, it really was such a pointless endeavor. He didn't need to, and that was that. (Come to think of it, none of his siblings had to either. Maybe they could have a sort of flash mob and all stop breathing, then see how long it takes the meisters like Maka, who have soul perception and are finely attuned to their surroundings, or people like BlackStar and Tsubaki, who listen to everything anyways...)
Then again, freaking out everyone at his party, including his human mother (he did NOT want her to start fussing), was just going to end up being more trouble than it was worth. Brooding over other way he could maybe rally his siblings together and make them not as much of a pain, Kid almost didn't notice the fact he wasn't alone in the air. He'd been gone for almost two hours, and it seemed that another meister-weapon pair had taken advantage of his absence and finished up decorating, taking to the sky instead.
Ahead soared Maka, riding on Soul's handle*2* and apparently yelling at the scythe as well. Seems their resonance is not quite perfect yet, the reaper thought amusedly. Deciding to scare them a little, he soared into the inside of a cloud and settled back against it. Being a reaper, touching thin material like clouds was a conscious decision - if he wanted to walk on clouds, he could. Hiding the purple glow of Beelzebub disappearing back into his hand, Kid stayed perfectly still and allowed his superhuman hearing to take over.
"Soul! I told you, if you stop concentrating we drop like that. Are you trying to kill me?"
"Maybe you are! Sheesh, why are we up this high anyways?"
"We're practicing so we can get better."
"What if you drop and I can't catch you in time?"
Smirking, Kid called, "I'll volunteer for that."
The rustling and arguing fell silent. "Is that... you, Kid?" Maka asked tentatively.
Tapping the cloud, he spun it around to face them and grinned. "Sure is."
"What the hell?" Soul swore. "Are you... sitting on a cloud?"
"Maybe," the reaper replied nonchalantly, spinning the cloud lazily. "Well, I have to go prepare for a certain party, so I'll be off." With a mock salute, he dived off the cloud and did a flip, then several corkscrews, then more flips and turns, before settling on lying on his back as he whistled towards the cold snowy ground. About ten seconds before impact, he summoned Beelzebub, hopped on, and created a huge rooster tail of loose snow behind him as he sped off across the surface.
Maka and Soul watched him go with jaws agape.
"He's suicidal," Soul muttered.
"Shut up," his meister reprimanded, but she was shocked too.
Okay, maybe a little...
Finally, the day had arrived. Kid created a mirror portal and ushered René, James, and Anna through, then introduced them to his team.
"Guys, this is René, my mother; James, my human father; and Anna, my biological little sister. You three, this is Maka, Soul, BlackStar, Tsubaki, and my weapons Liz and Patty."
Each party eyed each other warily, then shook hands and eventually began small talk. Kid breathed a sigh of relief. One down, about fifty to go. Soon more guests began to arrive, including Lord Death, who greeted James and René like the old friends they were. Anna was talking eagerly with Tsubaki about being a weapon. (After all, her mother was a former Death Scythe - an intricate bladed staff. James had been the meister that turned her into a Death Scythe.)
After about twenty minutes, a glimmering white portal opened in the ceiling above the ballroom floor. Yes, Gallows Mansion had a ballroom.
"What's that, Kid?" Patty questioned eagerly.
Kid looked up, blanched, exchanged a look with his father, then facepalmed and groaned. "My other family..."
"Kid~!" a gentle, melodic voice called out. Five beautiful supermodel-like women descended from the portal and embraced the monochromatic boy eagerly. "We're soooo happy to see you!" the same voice continued, issuing from the mouth of platinum blonde one.
"Hello, Love," he greeted tiredly. "What are you doing here?"
"It sounds funny when you say it like that," the strawberry blonde commented dreamily.
Kid rolled his eyes. "Good to see you too, Contentment. I thought you five weren't coming?"
This time a jet-black haired woman answered. "Oh, but the Sins told us about your party, and we couldn't help but come and see what the fuss was all about!"
"Thank you, Truth. Wait... Sins? They told me you weren't able to make it!"
"Oh well." The brunette patted him on the head. "Sorry about that. They do lie a lot, don't they?"
The young reaper grumbled a little. "Thanks, Compassion, but still. Couldn't you have warned me?"
"They told us you already knew we were coming." The last woman, a completely white-haired beauty, mumbled.
Kid nodded to her. "Well, Humility, as Compassion said, they lie." Then he groaned again.
"Mind introducing us?" René asked sweetly.
"Sure," her son answered wearily. "This is Love," he pointed at the platinum blonde, "Contentment," the strawberry blonde, "Compassion," the brunette, "Truth," the black-haired one, "and Humility," the one with white hair. "Otherwise known as Pyar, Santokh, Daya, Sat, and Nimrata in their Sikhism names. The Five Virtues in English."
"Oh, you flatter us," Truth laughed.
Love rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Well, let us go have some cake, no?"
With that the five drifted off. All of them were wearing identical white flowing dresses that billowed behind them as they walked, leaving many a male jaw hanging. Maka smacked Soul when he threatened to start drooling.
"HEY, KID!"
"Crap."
With seven thuds, the newest guests striked what they thought was probably a winning pose. Their leader, a boy with a shock of spiky jet-black hair, jerked his index finger at Kid. "Yo. The Sins have arrived."
Before they could start bantering, Kid quickly pointed them out for his friends. "The one with black hair in front is Greed, the one that's half asleep with the sandy hair is Sloth, the platinum blonde carrying him is Gluttony, the darkest brunette is Wrath, the red-haired one is Pride, the lighter brunette is Envy, and the dirty blonde with no shirt is Lust."
"Way to spoil the surprise," Greed said with a pout. Kid leveled a glare at him.
"Hey, you're Patty, right?" Gluttony called to the young blonde. She giggled and flipped him off. Raising his eyebrows, the blonde dumped Sloth on the ground and stood up straighter. "I challenge you to an eating contest."
All present's jaws dropped. NOBODY challenged Patty Thompson to an eating contest. Except this guy, it would seem. "I accept," she cackled, and the two raced for the table. Kid signaled to the guy monitoring the food to bring out all eighty-eight cakes. They'd be gone soon enough.
"Mm, cake," Greed commented, licking his lips, and wandered off.
Lust sidled up to Liz and tried putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, babe." Without a second thought, she punched him in the face. Hard. "Owww!" Reeling back, the boy muttered curses and opted to stand behind Kid instead. "Damn, you weren't kidding. Ah, well." He wiggled his eyebrows at Maka and earned a skull-splitting Maka Chop. "Ffffu-"
"Let's ignore this side of my family," Kid said pleasantly, covering Anna's ears. "Where's Tykka?"
"She couldn't come," Anna said with a pout.
James patted her head. "Maybe next year, hon."
Kid blanched. "Next year?"
Lord Death bounced up and exclaimed happily, "Of course, Kiddo! Why, we'll invite the whole family. Oh, and by the way, family reunion is in two weeks."
This took a moment to sink in. Then...
"SHIT."
Suggestions and prompts, people! Suggestions and prompts! (The bromance one will be next chapter. Chapter 11 is one I've been wanting to do for a while, but 12 and on will be either suggestions or my crazy imagination. ^^)
Kat