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It was almost eleven o'clock at night and Death the Kid was mad. He had waited for over four hours and he didn't show. As he ran faster down the street his black and white hair moved in asymmetrical patterns, but he ignored that as best he could.
When he sat down on the bench he was panting. Anger rippled beneath his skin. Then he sighed. I'm acting like a petulant child. Father has enough to worry about right now. The contract, the investigation of the staff at the DWMA, and Spirit still hasn't come back.
But you're his son. He's supposed to put him first. Spirit would never treat Maka this way, and Maka hates him.
Kid sighed again. "I'm acting like a spoiled child." He looked up at the moon and watched it laugh. As he walked back to the manor something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he turned.
It was a window of a store. A mirror store. He saw his own reflection, and something dark and shadowy behind him. As he turned to look he saw nothing. Kid turned back to the mirror to see that his reflection was no longer there, but of a girl about his age with scraggly dark hair and a slit throat. She smiled at him. It was ghastly. She wrote something out on the mirror and was gone.
Searching his pockets Kid found a pencil and a scrap of paper and wrote the strange markings down. He couldn't read them, but maybe someone else at the school could.
When he got back to the manor Liz knew something was wrong with him and tried to get him to confess to her, telling him that it would made him feel better. Patti tried to cheer him up in her own strange ways, such as making him a origami cat, coloring it like him, then put it on top of his head so that together he and the cat would be symmetrical.
When he finally got to his room he sighed and pulled out the paper again, trying to decipher it. Professor Stein would probably know.
He put the paper on the bedside table and was about to throw the cat away when instead he stuck it next to the paper. He collapsed in his bed, not bothering to change, and fell asleep almost instantly. He didn't know someone was watching him.
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Stein was passing out papers when he saw the paper that Kid had. He picked up the paper and looked over it closely.
"Can you read it professor?" Kid asked.
Stein shook his head. "It seems familiar though. All ask around." He walked back to his desk paper in hand.
"What's on the paper?" Soul asked.
"Last night I saw something very strange in a mirror."
"You sure that it wasn't Lord Death playing a trick on you?"
Kid looked down. "It wasn't Father."
Stein looked at them, ease dropping. "Then who was it?" Maka asked.
There was a knock on the door. Stein frowned at it and walk towards it carefully.
"What is it Maka?" Soul asked noticing his meister's expression.
"I can't sense the soul of whosoever behind the door."
Black Star shrugged. "It's probably just old man Death."
Kid shook his head. "He would have just contacted us by mirror." They all turned towards the door.
Stein opened the door, and then stepped backward in surprise.
Spirit fell forward.
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It felt good to air out her arm after wearing a glove all day. Of course all her windows were all covered. Mom and Dad didn't allow her to show her left arm, which was the same for her brothers only their right arms.
Scream was there, but she was so juiced up on Happy Pills that she didn't care. Besides she was to busy trying to decipher the painting she had just painted.
That red headed man from the other day sitting in a grand chair in a fancy room. He was painted on the side, looking forward. His eyes were down cast, looking at a black pocket watch in his hand, which he was in the process of closing. On the table, admits splendor and riches, a red candle sat in a gilded candle-holder burnt down almost to the nub. The red melted wax dripped down the candle-holder and off the table like blood. His left hand rested on top of a red wolf that was looking down too, in shame. In the window a raven was in the process of flying away. A dark shadow loomed over the man.
Ayumi studied the red wolf. It wasn't like other red wolves; this one was blood red. This nudged something in the back of her mind, but she couldn't tell what.
She shrugged and laid on the bed, giggling softly to herself.
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It was either Spirit or Stein. It couldn't be someone else.
Officer Mathew Fargo paced the floor. Even if he charged Stein with the murder Spirit would confess, but by that time Lord Death would have the contract signed and he would lose the change to send either one of them to jail.
Fargo sighed and collapsed into his chair. He would have to move quickly, but he had to have enough evidence to charge one of them.
He swore and lit a cigarette. He would make Spirit pay. He would.
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These chapters are getting shorter as they go, I swear. Anyway what do you think of the thing in the mirror, soulless Spirit, and the painting that Ayumi painted? That is chock full of symbolism, so please tell me if you understand some. Everyone in character?
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