I've been gone for so long. Someone shoot me and take me out with the garbage for being a huge pile of KiMa trash who can't even update her fanfics on time.
I contemplated which story to update and decided to do this one since it's one of my favorites.
A thousand apologies send to you guys for the wait!
Asinine. The one word that summarized how Death the Kid felt at the moment. He was having a full blown session of self-hate, alone, curled up in the corner of his over sized room. He felt like such an idiot for letting himself, him, a grim reaper, fall for a mortal. Therefore, he and his feelings for her are asinine. Not needed, troublesome, foolish, stupid of him on his part. Especially considering she doesn't return them. Well, at least that's the impression he gets. Over the past few days he's lost hope for any sort of relationship -past friendship- to develop between him and the one his heart yearns for. Cue the self loathing.
Death the Kid pulled at the black and white strands of his smooth -otherwise neat- hair. "I'm such an idiot. I deserve to be wiped from the face of this earth and let my existence be kept clandestine, and never to be heard of. Only then would I, Death the Kid, be a less troublesome piece of garbage who doesn't deserve the title of the grim reaper, especially when considering what asymmetrical freak he is with those stupid white stripes that go halfway around his demented good-for-nothing skull covered in hair." This, is...normal? The world may never know considering grim reapers are different from mere mortals, and also considering he has crippling OCD. In which ever the case, Death the Kid feels he is a worthless 'piece of garbage', he doesn't realize that there are people who care about him.
Well, around three, to be exact, his father, Maka, and perhaps even the kind girl by the name of Tsubaki. But even if he learns this, he might come to the conclusion that he doesn't deserve any of their pale gestures or affections, as he has many times before stated that he is worth less than garbage. The poor boy really needs to let himself loose. He's a nervous wreck who is having trouble dealing with relationships, life, and himself. A typical teenager, one might even say. Except this typical teenager isn't human, rides a demon skateboard, and trains so that he someday battles any enemy head on. That including love. But clearly love wins the battle, he fell in love with his best friend, and now he feels like worthless scum for doing so.
Meanwhile, in another part of Death city, Nevada, there is a plan plotting blue eyed brunette taking a stroll along the cobblestone pavement, with her chirpy blonde younger sister bouncing along happily at her right side. "Heya sis! What is it you are getting out of going with Stripey to the dance?" the blonde scrunches up her nose and places her hands at her hips, "You're planning something aren't ya?" the aforementioned brunette continues walking with the natural sway of her hips, giving her sister a sly grin as she passes by. The blonde skips up to her, "Liz...? ...No way! We haven't done this in forever. What is it called?" "The mission is called Get-the-hopeless-idiot-to-confess. Or GTHITC for short." Liz grins and places her hands in her jean pockets. "What do you think Patty?" the said girl bobs her head with a smile, approving of the plan. "Good to know you're on board of the same ship, Patty." Liz grins and the two continue walking. "I am at your evil service captain-sister Thompson." Patty gives her sister a lazy salute. Together they walk home.
The scene transitions, now a green park is the scenery. The afternoon air whistles a calm melody, bringing peace to the small creatures in the forest-like park. Trees cover most of the outskirts, grass is let wild so it grows high, up into the knees of a child. Flowerbeds are littered throughout the park. Nothing but nature resides here, with the exception of a few benches. The place is lit up day and night, either by the warm laughing sun, or by the magical light of fireflies that roam through the grass at night. In fact, one could even say this place is always alive with a sense of magic in the air. Such is the way of this part of nature.
At the roots of a tree, sits a girl with her back against the tree trunk. Her jean clad legs are straight, and outstretched in front of her. There is a hard cover book in her pale delicate fingers, it is held up so that her emerald eyes can scan the literary piece of art. Her face is lit up with restrained excitement as the tale told to her takes an unexpected twist. Her face is graced with a smile, her ashy blonde colored pigtails flow with the wind, and her mind is active with detailed imagination as she continues reading. Nothing in the world could ruin this perfect moment of solace and bliss. Nothing except maybe an obnoxious call ringing from a phone.
The girl's once happy face expression breaks into one of annoyance. She sighs gently, placing the book down -but still open- at her right ride on the grass. She shifts a bit so that she can reach into her back pocket where the ringing is coming from. She takes out the device, sliding a finger across the screen. "-AKA!" the girl stretches the phone away from her face at the loud screaming coming from the other end. "Maka, Maka, Maka! Where are you my darling baby daughter! Your papa has been worried sick since you never came home straight after school! Are you out with friends?...Are you out with horrid booger-eating boys by any chance?! If so I will personally go pick you up myself to save you from their ugly clutches. Don't worry honey, your awesome papa will come and save you-" "Papa, please shut up." "..." "Thank you. First, stop jumping to conclusions, second, no I am not out with friends, third, I don't want to come home just yet." she sighs at the end.
She had been enjoying the blissful silence she rarely got, and now here her father was, being overprotective as usual. It seemed life gave her the most overprotective people she would ever meet. It was no wonder her mother divorced her father and flew away to travel the world, getting her freedom. Not to mention she didn't have to be around the womanizer by the name of Spirit, a.k.a, Maka's life ruiner, and papa. Despite this, Maka held no bitter feelings for her mother it was the contrary, she admired her profoundly. Spirit on the other hand... she loved her father but, let's just say their relationship isn't the best. Perhaps even as complicated as her love life, cough, Kid, cough.
"But why~? Don't you know your father loves you very much? He worries you'll one day leave him, and escape with that Death the Nuisance-or-whatever-his name is." Spirit's voice cried. Maka's face expression dead panned, "Kid wouldn't go that far, (I hope). And stop speaking of yourself in third person, you weirdo. Have you no dignity you ignorant red headed fool?" A chuckle rang on the other side of the line. "You're starting to sound an awful lot like your mama, dearest Maka." A smile tugged at Maka's lips.
But she restrained it, "Fine." she sighs, "I'll come home since you won't stop nagging me until I do." She stood up and proceeded to dust herself off, her father continued speaking while she did so, "Yupee! Oh Maka, you make your father very happy, I'll cook you your favorite dinner, and we'll have father-daughter bonding time as soon as you get ho-" Maka clicked the phone's screen to end the call.
She placed the phone in her back jean pocket then picked up her book, book marketing it, then closed it, holding it to her chest as she made her way through the lush grass and blooming flowers.
She arrived home just as the sun set. She walked into the two-story house, hooking her keys on the hanger hanged by the door. Maka walked down the short entrance hallway and into the living room, where her father slept soundly on the couch as credits rolled on the TV screen. The emerald eyed girl smiled caringly at her father, it's a shame he isn't awake to see the smile. Instead, he snores happily with drool edging his lips.
Maka walks past him and enters another area, the kitchen and dining room. Dinner plates wait patiently at the small square table sitting near a corner of the small dining room- which is connected to a much bigger kitchen. Maka takes a seat and eats by herself. She washes her dish and places her father's in the fridge. She then heads back into the living room, only to drape a blanket on her father, and proceeds to her bedroom upstairs. She falls asleep with her thoughts wandering into her dreams.
The sun rose, marking the start of a new day. The students at the DWMA were bubbling with energy since the homecoming dance was right around the corner. The planning committee was rushing across the ball room, as the chief instructor, being of course, Death the Kid, gave out orders to the students. A blue eyed brunette walked in along with her chirpy blonde younger sister. The two girls made a beeline straight to the young shinigami giving out orders. "Hiya Kid-hun!" Patty waved as she ran across the room. People swerved to avoid her.
Her sister followed, albeit more slowly than the younger one. "Patty, Liz, why are you two here? I don't take it that you two have come to help us have you?" Kid said placing his wrists at his hips. Liz smiles lazily, "Nah, wouldn't want my nails to get ruined." her nature changes into a more excited one, "We actually came here to talk to you."
Kid let his hands fall limply to his side, "Oh, well, what could I do for you two?" "We are planning to hook you up with your crush, duh." Patty slapped her hands over her mouth.
Liz sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. There goes the fun in making the whole mission clandestine. "Well looks like Patty spilled the beans. Oh well, guess the plan will have to proceed." something new shined in Liz's blue eyes. And Kid didn't like it one bit.
Kid narrowed his golden eyes, knitting his eyebrows together, "...What are you scheming Thompson?" "Something good."
Sorry, this chapter seems like mostly a filler chapter. Now you guys know I'm alive. At least you know the main idea of Liz's plan ):).