Kid was never one to ignore instincts. When he was just under a year old, he uttered his first words "symmetry is perfection" in English, golden eyes wide and full of wonder. Then he spoke again, the same phrase, in Japanese, words fluid and natural, twisted in the chirp of a young boy's voice. Then French. Then Mandarin Chinese. At four, he sat at a piano for the first time, his fingers fluidly singing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in its entirety simply because something in his brain told him he could. This 'something' was what his father cleverly dubbed as reaper senses; he said it wasn't uncommon for reapers and was in fact expected. As Kid grew older, his reaper sense became more controllable and more voluntary than instinct. It became the voice inside his head; the voice heard anytime his mind dared to utter a thought. But unlike a human's inner voice, this reaper sense saw the unseen. It brought on emotional sedatives when in distress, giving him a generally calming demeanor (though, for reasons Stein couldn't even explain, the sedatives had no effect on his OCD outbreaks). The voice can only be described as something similar to living with another person attached to your thoughts, but Kid wouldn't have known the difference; he was born with it. Only now could Kid see the difference in his reaper senses, not in a negative way, but just in a very pronounce one.
As he neared the boarder of Death City, the true damage of this rotter outbreak was revealed in a wide scale. Body masses lay on the ground in unmoving, rotting heaps, void of all signs of life; their only burial being the small frosty white flakes fluttering gracefully to the forest floor. Trash and other debris from the city ruthlessly littered the woods, slowly being covered and somewhat purified by the white powder. This asymmetry didn't matter. The limp girl and her slowly fading soul did.
Calming vibes continued to try and pulsate through Kid's body as he flew, giving him the sensation of a huge weight being removed from his slowly splintering ribcage. Feelings of happiness, joy, pride and success bombarded his tightly bound emotions of sadness, loss, misery and grief. He could see it now, how this sense was affecting him. It would only grow stronger the more his abilities returned. He slowly felt replenished and refreshed, but didn't let this distract him from his ever important task.
"H-Hello? Kiddo?" Kidd jumped so hard he almost lost his balance as his father's static-y yet goofy and cheerful voice penetrated his thoughts. "Oh, Kiddo! Are you there?... Well, of course you are. Son, you have no idea how proud I am of you! I know you must be so confused at the moment, but that's only because it takes time fore your memories to be unblocked… Any who, you must be on your way now, seeing as I can talk to you, so I just talk to you then! Congratz Kiddo! My son is growing up…" Kid locked his jaw at the voice, but he couldn't help but feel a rush of relief swelling in his chest. So his father was alive. He somehow knew he still was, but such a confirmation only restored his faith. This feeling was quickly overthrown with irritation and resentment. So he was alive. This entire time. How could he do this? How could he sand by and watch as his pristine city was quickly reduced to such ruins?
How could he let Maka die?
Liz stumbled into the solemn cave where her friends and teammates sat, hair and skin douse in a concoction of blood sweat and grime, silently mourning their lost comrades. "We have a slight problem." She uttered, still in a daze.
"No shit." Blackstar growled, spitting out blood somewhere in the darkness. "Maka and Staz are dead and Kid is more than half way there. What else is new?"
"Kid is gone." Head turned towards her, but no one made a move; each of them hanging on Liz's breath, but it was Soul who spoke up when she refused to offer further details.
"Gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" He sat up from his reclined position against the wall. Though his color had somewhat returned, it was obvious his untreated wounds were sure to fester.
"He… He summoned Beelzebub and took Maka's body with him." She paused, going over the memory that seemed to incredible to be true. "He said he was going to go see Lord Death."
Kid touched down in front of the academy, his wheels gently making contact with the worn, unkept cobblestone entrance. Returning his board to his palm, he adjusted Maka's body and soul more comfortably before slowly making his was to the paint-chipped door. It had only been a few harsh months, but everything seemed worn with decades of unexplained age. Kid slowly reached out a shaking palm (the cold had finally begun to forcibly rake at his nerves) and pull open the door to find absolutely nothing. Kid knit his eyebrows, irritation growing, and walking into the empty, yet still faultless and fully lit hallway. It was as if nothing ever happened; it was so bizarre, a small part of him expected to see Professor Stein in the hallway lecturing Soul and Blackstar on how bullying the NOT students was not considered recreational sparring. Instincts kicked in and he shut the door behind him, ensuring his back was to nothing but the blank wall. Though it wasn't Stein who emerged from a room down the hall, someone else did. Her face was flawless, her minimal corrective make-up in place without error. Her clothes were fresh, crisply ironed and, more importantly, washed. Her face was plum and fed, not in an obese fashion, but health and glowing. Her dark, well-manicured eyebrows rose as she noticed the familiar boy.
"Oh." Azusa said, her nose slightly angled towards the ceiling, her head held in such a fashion that her eyes would have to physically look down to see the young reaper. "You're here." She reached up to tighten her jacket around her as if she momentarily felt a slightly unpleasant breeze that wafted in when he opened the door. "Well. I would assume your father would want to see you. Follow me." She turned and walked down the hallway in socked feet, expecting Kid to follow her; which he, though rather reluctantly, did. She seemed to take no notice in the limp body he carried. He could feel rage and resentment bubbling deep within him, but something held it back; only this something was quickly waning.
"Sir, your son is here." Azusa spoke before the boy entered, and he could already hear his father cheering him on; but Kid held no pride.
"Congratulations, son! You make your father so proud!" Lord Death beamed as his son entered the room, head bowed. "You- Kiddo? What had you got?" He tilted hi head in confusion as he watched his son came closer, a small framed familiar body draped across his arms. "Oh... Kiddo…" The room was filled with exotic look people, but each face familiar. All the Death Scythes and their meisters from around the world were gathered in the Death room. Everyone had burst into a round of applause as he entered, but it soon ceased and the mood took a nose dive.
"Father, please help me save her." Kid asked, his voice heavy. "I have her soul, it's un harmed but-" He held out one of his hands, showing Lord Death the precious, yet slowly dimming orb.
"It's detached." The older reaper finished, holding out a gloved hand. Kid cautiously gave him the soul, but knew it was in good hands. "You did a good thing, bringing it back…" He sighed, his mask obviously twisted in grief. "She was an outstanding meister and top student. She will be greatly missed and honored for her bravery…" As he spoke, the cloaked figure slowly moved to the side of the room where he began to dig out a small hole.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" Kid cried out, almost dropping Maka's soulless body.
"I'm laying her soul to rest, Kiddo. Unfortunately it's the only thing we can do. These things happen sometimes." He turned his head to the tiny glowing ball. "You were a brave warrior." He whispered.
"Is that it?!" Kidd growled, his teeth clenched as his rage began to build. "Is that all she is to you? A warrior? She's just another foot soldier, right? Another casualty in a sick little game?!" He rushed over, snatching the soul from his father. "She's more than this! She shouldn't have died! She doesn't have to die! I have her soul and body, they just need to be reattached. Stein could do it! Go get him!"
"Kid is back?!" A voice echoed through the now silent death room. "I heard him yelling about something from down the hall. Has he said anything about my Maka yet? Does he know if she's okay?" A familiar shag of red hair made its way through the crowd as people silently moved out of his way, no one catching his eye. No one saw his expression once he realized what was going on, but it was all defined by the struggled choking noise he made as he dropped to his knees. Kid looked away, his facial expressions contorting at the grieving parent.
Unable to handle it all, the young death god let the girls soulless body be taken from his hands as he slumped to the floor in exhaustion; physical and emotional. "Father." He whispered, though he knew the elder shinigami was listening. "Go get Professor Stein."
Hiya. I got about…. Two chapters left of this for ya; one of which will be an aftermath. I am so thankful for each and every one of my readers; it's been fun and I appreciate you all sticking around
I recommend you listen to 'Moonlight Sonata' by Beethoven. It is gorgeous. The entire thing.
Hawkllama- mhmmmmm~ :D
GeoDaGiraffe- No indeed ;-;
19th-of-the-12th- Ohhh good questions but of course, you must understand I cannot answer them; not yet anyways. And your criticism is just fine, no offense here , but here is my reasoning behind it. In Soul Eater, Death the Kidd reacts to every small, stupid thing in such dramatic, theatrical things; but when it's something truly concerning or unsettling, he gets very serious, therefore I don't have him absolutely flip out verbally of physically, but you can guarantee his mind and emotions are an absolute wreck… Thank you for your comment, voicing things at this give me an opportunity to express why I did what I did :D
NorthernMage- … Maybe there isn't a way to break this rule? Even if he wanted to?
Animelover881- I really liked Staz too, and I wish I could've made his death more impactful, but with Maka's death at the same time, it just wasn't having it…
ASmilingDog- Sorry its so late… Hopefully you are free of the eye sweaties now?
Falling Lanterns- Oh ok, gotcha. Oh the cons of communication through text…
To-Kill-A-Phoenix- I know…. The feels are strong with this one.
SilverAshes-Silver- funny… You're not the only one to call me Sempai, there someone at my school who does that too; its kinda funny ^-^
8Guest8- I did, didn't I?... Poo
GarGoyl- Nope, not the end! I promise!
PyschopathicXangel- All in due time…
Awesomex- It's all part of the plan…
JayceeJayne- Thank you for the compliment
Kate Rose Shear- Yeah, I really liked Staz too; but he was just such a static character and I needed more impact…
Domo- So sorry about the tears! But I'm glad your enjoying it at the same time.
TheCrimsonShinigami- In a good way… or bad?
Khfan12- Next update is…. Now!
Cookiemania789- Why thank you! I'm glad my ingenious words interest you so