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After reviving a depressed Kid, Liz sat both him and Patti on the bed to discuss their next course of action.
"Well, thanks to Patti, the only people in the house are all now locked in one room of the entire mansion."
"Sowwy Sis!" Patti giggled while trying to poke the remains off Kid's cut off hair while he kept swatting her hand away. The pile of hair was significantly smaller than the first time she had scissors in her possession not to mention the absence of blood(1). He looked mournfully at the murdered mass of glossy black hair...if he ever managed to leave this room alive he would hold a proper funeral for it. Perhaps with a small and tasteful cherry wood casket with a silken pillow in its confines that the hair could rest upon. There would also be music, possibly a string quartet or simply a lonely violin that echoes the suffering of his loss. Yes, that would suffice quite nicely. Of course, there were more plans to be made..."save the date" invitations to be sent out, funeral background checks...Kid's head was beginning to spin with mental checklists. Kid rubbed his head realizing that he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and neither had Liz.
He turned to his weapon, "Are you hungry?" Liz opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a rather eager "YES!" from Patti. Kid then walked to a board in the floor in the middle of the room and knelt down to reach it before turning to face the pistols.
"You shall never tell anyone about this. Agreed?" He warned. They both nodded in agreement and leaned forward out of curiosity. Kid proceeded to lift the board and reveal what could possibly the most impressive sweet stash ever seen. There were chocolate bars piled neatly in the shape of a large rectangle around clusters of an assortment of bite sized candies. It was like he had emptied several shelves worth of sweets and then arranged them to be perfectly symmetrical. The sister's eyes widened in awe at the sight of the mouthwatering treats.
"How on earth did you hide that from us? And how does it fit in the floor so well?" Liz contemplated out loud.
"CANDY CANDY CANDY!" Patti exclaimed.
"None of that is important." He grumbled, slightly upset that some of his secrets were being revealed. Kid looked down into his stash, trying to think of a way to divide a portion of it evenly between the three of them. If only one more person were stuck with them...then he could divide eight pieces perfectly between them. He began by taking out all of miniature Death Bars and placed one of the bars in front of each person until he had only one left in his hand. His eyes grew wide as he realized that instead of having eight Death Bars he only had seven in his possession. Kid pressed the palm of his free hand into his face. How could he be so STUPID? He was disgusted only recently realizing that for the past few months he had been walking across a ghastly abomination. He deserved to die for this grievous mistake!
Liz noticed the beginning symptoms of one of his symmetry rants and intervened immediately. She slid her hand on his back trying to be comforting but it gave off a completely different feeling to the depressed Shinigami. A single touch from her hand sent a sharp tingle down his spine freezing him in place. Kid wanted more, wanted to feel(2) the warmth from her body and the steady shudder from her heart- he blinked multiple times, forcing himself out of his fantasy. This was not the time to be thinking about that, no matter how much he wanted to. Liz rubbed his back in small circular motions.
"Come on Kid, its not that bad we can just split it into thirds." She said enthusiastically, trying to get him to lighten up. He looked at her in utter bewilderment.
"That would make a terrible mess!" He frowned, "Besides, it's too small. At the most I could only break it in half." She dropped her hand from in between his shoulderblades in defeat and trailed her fingers down his back. Kid's face became flushed with a pink tint and he involuntarily grabbed her hand. Liz froze, unsure of what to do, before smiling softly and squeezing his hand in response. Patti, for once, was silent as she glanced back and forth between the two, a mischievous smirk sliding effortlessly across her face. A plot began to twist it's way into existence within the young weapon's head. Although she didn't clearly understand why she had the sudden urge to do so, or what effects it would have, she set her plan in motion immediately. When Patti was determined she could achieve inhumanly possible tasks, such as unwrapping and consuming her share of chocolates in only a second. She even made the wrappers disappear from sight to avoid distressing Kid more than he already was.
"See!" She gave them a slightly chocolaty grin. "You don't need to split it into thirds anymore! You only need to split it...in half." Patti waggled her eyebrows up and down and gave them both a knowing look that was reciprocated with a look of terror and a look of confusion. Liz dismissed her first thought immediately and marked down her sister's inflection as a mere coincidence. Patti was surely too innocent and too dense to imply that! Kid on the other hand panicked slightly as his pheromone induced brain came to a variety of ridiculous conclusions such as the possibility of Patti possessing the powers of a mind reader. The thought of her probing every single perverted fantasy of his sent shivers down his spine. He just wanted this frightening moment to vanish as quickly as possible, so he followed Patti's advice, completely oblivious that he was walking head first into a trap.
He clambered to one of his many drawers and extracted a ruler and a Stein-Scalpel2000 (patent pending) that was renowned for it's deadly precision. When returning back to the girls he almost fell due to his wobbly legs and the shaky placement of his feet. Although this was a great response to Patti's first test, she realized that something would have been bad if Kid had fallen, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
She and Liz watched quietly as Kid began to closely study the bar with his complete attention, Patti only giggling slightly when Kid pulled a magnifying glass from seemingly nowhere so as to make sure his cut was precisely in the center. Approximately twenty-five minutes later, the bar was deemed worthy to be shared with Liz and he quickly handed her the piece. To his disappointment the butterflies in his stomach were still there and oddly became worse every time he spared a glance at Liz. The fluttery feeling made Kid quite uncomfortable so he tried to distract himself by beginning the taxing process of unwrapping his food for the day. The process was much like dividing the Death Bar between him and Liz, only this time he had more objects to cut.
Liz finished her Death Bars long before Kid even made the first incision.
"Kid, hold on," Patti was scrutinizing Kid's unbitten Death Bar. "Before you freak out..."
Kid was, at first, confused, but then he noticed a short, chocolaty spike protruding from the end of the bar that should have belonged to Liz's half. He began to hyperventilate, but before he could say a word, Liz reached over and took the bar from his hands. Slowly, whilst staring to Kid's eyes, Liz licked her lips and took a small bite from Kid's bar - eradicating the spike - and handed it back to Kid. Kid stared blankly at the place where Liz had taken a bite and examined it. Before he could decide how to properly consume his share, Patti promptly took hold of the bar and forced it into Kid's mouth, directly on the section that Liz had previously bitten.
"Umph-ei deud ums duph TAFPH?" Kid's eyes were and stricken with disbelief.
(Translation: Why did you do THAT?)
Patti smirked not even attempting to hide her satisfaction, "It was going to melt." She replied innocently. He rubbed his mouth from where the chocolate left an unusual warm sensation. Then it dawned on him: He had just shared an indirect kiss with Liz. He clamped his hand over his mouth as if to keep his realization from being able to escape. Kid had kissed a girl before but this non-existent, pathetic interaction seemed more meaningful than any kiss he had shared.
The younger Thompson sister used this moment of distraction to begin the second part of her plan. Patti stood and made her way, with much stealth, to the closet. Once inside she began to roughly remove Kid's meticulously ironed suits and tossed them to the ground in a crumpled heap. When she was done creating the mess, she tiptoed out of her clever hiding place and stood in front of the door, forcing herself to giggle louder than usual to get her meister's attention.
Kid was startled from his disturbing thoughts thanks to what sounded like a high pitched, repetitive shriek that seemed to be coming from Patti. As soon as his attention was directed at her she flashed him a devilish grin and spared a subtle glance toward his closet. That was enough to set him scrambling to the door. Liz, who had been watching the whole thing followed after him with a sigh, prepared to calm any tantrum that could possibly arise.
Kid's eyes frantically darted around the closet as he evaluated the damage Patti had caused his suits; luckily there were no rips or tears although they were severely wrinkled. Just as Liz laid her hand on his shoulder, the door slammed shut behind them. Their heads whipped around to the door, and they heard Patti's uncontrolled giggles from the other side.
Liz sighed at her sister's antics, but once she realized that the closet door was locked, she realized that Patti wasn't playing a game.
"Patti, what is this?" Liz groaned. She glanced back at Kid who had returned to once again fixing the contents of his closet, disregarding the impending doom that was Patricia Thompson.
The excited voice of her younger sister filtered through the door, slightly muffled and distorted. "You're waaaaay behind Liz!"
Liz's eyebrows furrowed, not quite comprehending what her sister was saying. "Behind on what? Fixing the closet?" She inquired sarcastically. At this point, Kid had started to listen in on the exchange between the sisters, curiosity taking over his mind.
"No silly! You see Sis, it is a matter of fact that YOU haven't had your first kiss yet, and I already have, so you're behind!" At this point, Liz pounded on the door, her outbursts colliding with each other in a rapid succession.
"WHAT? WITH WHO? PATTI ANSWER ME!"
Patti's at first sheepish grin transformed into a devilish smirk behind the closet door.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Patti giggled and winked at no one in particular.
"Patricia SAMANTHA Thompson! You will tell me who you kissed or so help me GOD. I WILL BURN EVERYTHING YOU EVER LOVED."
Patti grimaced, she despised her middle name. However, the idea of fire intrigued Patti's interest. Fire was so elegant, it was the ballerina of nature and it followed no one's advice - leaping wherever it chose. Patti could dominate it though; she knew she could. She would prescribe a healthy dose of scoliosis and quell its premature, unwanted flames. She smirked at the door where she assumed her sister was standing. "I'd like to see you try." She teased. Kid's eyes widened and he chose that particular moment to scoot into the corner of his closet, waiting for the explosion.
He was not disappointed.
"ARE YOU DOUBTING ME?! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW PATTI! THIS ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL! I WILL FORCE THE TRUTH OUT OF YOU IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE! LET. ME. OUT!"
Patti giggled despite the harsh words, and shook her head, "Nope! Not until you get your first kiss!"
"WITH WHO?" She shouted in rage as the door took another vicious beating from her fist. The only reply was a fit of giggles and what sounded like the thump of the younger sibling falling on the floor due to her laughter. Liz's stomach clenched up as she realized the answer had been before her all along...well, behind her to be exact. At that precise moment, Patti's intentions dawned on Kid as well. His dream may very well come to life if the two of them ever wanted to escape this confinement. He wasn't really sure what to think of that, so he stayed in his comfortable corner hoping to go unnoticed between the Thompson's fight.
"Fine!" Liz waited for a few seconds as to give the impression that she was actually kissing Kid, "There. Happy?"
Patricia shook her head several times before she realized that they couldn't see her. After fighting together for years Patti began to asses her sister's strategies, and along with them her flukes. "A real kiss Liz! Or you're stuck in there for gooood!" She began to roam around Kid's room adjusting mirrors and picture frames so it would look like the fun houses you could find in carnivals. She sensed that it might be a long while before they would actually get anywhere, so she might as well keep herself busy.
So that was that. Elizabeth Thompson was re-stuck with her meister, yet this time in a compressed space. The dim glow of a rosy blush tinted her pale cheeks as these uncertain feelings boiled up inside her again. Liz began to realize that ever since she was locked inside Kid's room she slowly became more conscious of him. The way he spoke with a slight smirk on his mouth when admiring symmetry. His hair, so soft that she considered it was the feathery down of a newborn bird. Each line and crevice of his muscles that trailed down his arms and chest brought a newfound fascination for Liz to devour. Then there were his eyes. Bottomless pits of melted gold that always seemed alight with desire. The flecks of light reflecting from the surface of his eyes were as lively as sparks from a broken power line. It wasn't the intensity of the Shinigami's eyes that specifically caught her undivided attention, more so the way his gaze warmed her every time their eyes met. Just like now.
Although they were at opposite ends of the closet it would only take two steps to close the distance between them, and Kid wanted nothing more than to do so. "There's only one way we are getting out of here Liz." He approached her slowly, cautiously until he was standing directly in front of her. The meister prayed to his father that she would be deaf to the wild pounding of his heart. The erratic beating puzzled him; for how could a heartbeat so quickly when the heart didn't even know why it reacted in such a way?
She tried to shrug, hoping to come off nonchalant. "I suppose you're right."
A new intensity washed over Kid and he gently grabbed her shoulders and stared straight into Liz's slightly surprised eyes. "I want your first kiss to be special, so I will do the best that I can to make it so."
A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "You make it sound like you've done this before."
He shrugged and averted his eyes. "Well, that's because I have."
"Oh..." Her body tensed up and her eyes looked downward in slight disappointment, although she didn't know why. "Who was it with?"
"Remember Black*Star's birthday party? After you got sick and went home we began to play spin the bottle. So I had my first kiss with Crona, she may be quiet and a little socially awkward but she really is a nice girl." Liz was silent for a few moments before the snickering began. His eyebrows furrowed into confusion and he grabbed her chin so he can lift her downcast face. Her mouth was fighting a large grin from appearing on her face and she continuously broke eye contact as her eyes flitted around the closet.
"So you play for that team huh?" She asked, trying to disguise her amused smirk. Wary of that last sentence and the enjoyment on her face, Kid took the precaution to hold her an arm's length away from himself.
"What do you mean?"
Liz folded her arms across her chest and shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Crona is a guy." Liz's shoulders shook as peals of laughter erupted from her mouth.
When Kid's jaw dropped he could have been easily mistaken for a cartoon character. Frozen in that state he slid to the ground and pressed his forehead against the cold plaster wall.
"Kid?"
Kid lay practically flat against this wall with his cheek pressed into a pancake looking figure. The gravity of situation set in as Liz joined him he ground and rubbed his back in her signature circular motion.
"It's not that big of a deal Kid..." She said slightly worried at his reaction, she didn't mean for it to have such a strong effect...it was only meant as a laugh to calm her nerves but it seemed to have spiraled out of control. There was a few seconds of silence before Kid leaped to his feet.
"Black*Star, that bastard! I can't believe he lied to me!" He threw up his hands in disbelief while shaking his head in frustration.
Liz rolled her eyes, "Of course, of ALL things you could worry about, you choose the fact that he lied. Typical." She muttered under her breath. Kid let out an exasperated breath as he let Black*Star's "crimes" escape his mind so that he could focus on the moment at hand.
He kneeled down on the soft carpet and patted the spot next to him. She raised an eyebrow but decided to do what he said to prevent any other of his outbursts.
"I still want your first kiss to be special." He looked at her trying to be serious but it came out as an awkward stare. Liz, on the other hand understood what he was trying to convey and blushed slightly at the sentiment, "That's really actually kind of nice Kid. Thanks." She smiled softly.
"Li-" In midst of saying her name Liz placed her hand on his shoulder and caused his voice to crack. Thankfully she seemed to be preoccupied with other thoughts and the embarrassing noise was able to pass by unheard. He cleared his throat and tried again at the sentence he was about to say.
"Liz, although this is not my first kiss...I wish it was. You mean so much to me and I don't ever want to lose you as a weapon." Kid's voice faltered with the last sentence, remembering yesterday morning. Liz's eyes darkened at his distress and for the hundredth time that day she wished she thought before she spoke.
"Kid...I will never leave you. Kid, I-I...I..." She gripped his hand tightly within hers and stared into his eyes. The eyes that warmed her body from head to toe. The eyes that stirred memories of that horrible event of long ago. The eyes that made that event almost bearable...almost like a dream. Was this the power of a Grim Reaper, or was Kid just special? The corner of Liz's mouth quirked slightly at that remark. He was special...she could confirm that without a doubt in her mind. With that thought present she forced herself to finish her sentence.
"I...I want to be with you forever." A bright blush crept into her cheeks and she managed to quickly slip in a following sentence, "A-as your weapon of course."
The usual sharpness of his gaze softened at her words. Then the realization hit him, this felt so...right. That shocked him slightly, seeing as the only thing that felt "right" in his life was symmetry- but at this moment, with his hand in hers, nothing could be put in comparison. He slowly raised his hand toward her face. The speed of his action was not caused by caution nor fear, but to savor the moment before he cupped her smooth cheek. It was warmer than he thought it would be and the heat radiated from his fingertips down his hand. He traced her features with his thumb. The sharp jawline, petite nose, vibrant cerulean eyes with thick blonde lashes, unintentionally pouted lips and at last her eyebrows...which were perfect in every single way although he never would admit it out loud.
Liz trembled slightly under his gentle touch, it was comforting and it gave her a sense of protection. Kid licked his lips and leaned in, pausing centimeters away from contact. Their warm and shaky breath brushed against each other's mouths. Then Kid closed the distance and was promptly greeted with a boot to his face.
"YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Black*Star grinned at the two below him. One sat paralyzed in the rubble of the closet door, the other had the honor of touching his shoe.
For once, Black*Star used his assassin skills correctly. Kid was going to kill this bastard. He then heard Patti giggling hysterically in the background. Kid was going to kill her too.
(1) A little backstory- Patti has gotten her hands on scissors before and during an attempt to cut his hair she also cut his head ergo the bleeding.
(2) [THE ALTERNATE STORY IN WHICH KID IS (PLOT TWIST) VERY IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE] FAB in his new outfit! It was about time he stopped wearing those boring black suits and wore his fashionable rainbow boxers. Like, DUH! They were the new installment of Calvin Klein's collector's brand. The best that his father's money could buy. He began to unfurl his petals and show off his sweet nectar(Alliswan:biology joke.), but then, he noticed a chip in his nail polish and squeaked.
"Woah guys, like, this is NOT happening right now! Oh my Father! Liz, did you at least bring your emergency touch-up kit? Ugh." Kid began to pout, sticking out his Strawberry Fushin' #8 smothered lower lip and stared at Liz expectantly.
Liz sighed, "Again Kid? I just put it away after you asked for my concealer twenty minutes ago..."
"What? Like I can help it if I have unruly blemishes and unusually constantly reddening complexion?"
(JFC: And this is why I love these two.)