Expectation (Soul Eater Fanfiction)

Chapter Six-Secrets

"You what?!" Tsubaki gasps.

"Yeah. I just, you know the spell?" I ask, she nods intently, "it's a possession spell, ordinarily used by witches to weaken an opponent, but can be largely used to get rid of multiple enemies by turning them against each other,"

"He's alright, right?" She asks concerned. The thought that she has to ask that sends a pain from my heart.

"Yeah, he's fine," I mumble.

"Can I ask you something somewhat off topic?" She cautions, looking at her hands cupped over her knees, we had sat down, her on her bed and I on her single chair.

"Sure," I say, secretly dreading what's coming.

"What happened to your mom?" Her words linger in the air for a moment before she adds, "I mean, if you want to tell, no pressure,"

I shake my head, "No, it's fine. My mom got sick when I was eleven," I start, saying the words I practiced in my head thousands of times. "Doctors gave her some medicine to test. It worked, but slowly, she lost her sanity. She started to "train me to master the sunlight" along with the moon, she'd burn me with a lighter to "toughen my skin," set a small shed on fire and lock me and my sister in it. My sister didn't make it one night. Miesters showed up at our door, one night they took me, my mother and my father to Death City, my mother in custody. She was taken to Lord Death, she but up a good fight before... You know,"

Tsubaki looks at me, her jaw drops. "Really? Lord Death killed your mom?" I nod. "You don't resent him for it?"

"I do, but it's nothing to speak with him about. I know he had to do it, considering I still have scars from my own mother," I laugh nervously.

"Did you want to tell me?" She asks.

"Of course,"

She hesitates. "Why?" She asks, questioning my openness.

"I guess I just trust you the most, your easiest to speak with, plus, we made a deal didn't we?" I say, grabbing her hand.

"Do you want to crash here for the night?" She asks. I nod, but then shake my head. "Okay," she understands, I don't want to end up hurting her as well. I go to leave, Blackstar grabbing my arm.

He pulls me into a hug.

"Um.." I stutter.

"I eavesdropped, I'm sorry," he whispers. I pull away.

"I'm gonna go, goodnight guys!" I yell walking out the door. I start heading toward the Academy.

"Dr. Stein I need help," I say bursting into his office. He looks up at me then at the clock.

"At one in the morning?" He asks, "Can it wait until morning?"

"I suppose," I sigh. "I would like to stay in a cell tonight though,"

"A prison cell?" He asks. I nod. He shrugs and leads me to the lowest floor of the DWMA, a few cells sit dusty with small beds, a desk, and a small window. Dr. Stein opens one.

"Lock it, until morning," I say. He does.

Clever girl. A voice booms in my head, a familiar one.

What do you want? I growl the thought, knowing she will hear it.

I told you, dear, just having a little fun. Now, aren't you tired?

I feel fatigue settle over every inch of my body. I automatically flop onto the bed, ignoring the warning signs flashing in my head.

I wake up to bitter sunlight filtering through the bared window, catching the dust in just the right angle, showing the specks floating around the room. The sound of a key jolts my head to the door, Dr. Stein stands unlocking the cell. I remember that I came here. I stand shakily.

"What do you need?" Stein asks as we walk back to his lab.

"All the info you know about the spell Shadow Drain," I reply.

"Why?" He asks, slowing down.

"It is a spell that has been cast on me, by a witch, and I need to know how to cure or remove it,"

"Adira," Stein stops, "that spell is psychological, it can only be solved by solving a problem that has happened in your past, by fixing something you left unfixed," he says, looking me square in the eye. "Do you know what you need to do?" His eyes bore into my soul, forcing my answer to come out as a mere squeak.

"Yes," my voice pitch registers and it sounds weak and helpless. My mind flutters to my father, sitting at home, still locked away inside if his own mind.

"I cannot help you more than that I'm afraid, go home, Adira, sort what you need to sort out within you. Deal?" He grabs me by the shoulders until I nod.

My walk back to the apartment is quiet, the city waking up, the sun rising.

"Where have you been!" Sun screams. I avoid eye contact. He grabs my shoulders and positions me so I have to face him. "Well?"

"A cell at the DWMA" I say emotionless.

"Why?" He asks.

"So I couldn't hurt anybody else during the night," I add, vaguely.
He drops his hand, sighing. He walks to the couch and flops downward on it.

"Do you know how to break the spell," he asks. I shake my head, lying.

I run to my room and start packing my bags. 

"Where are you going?" Maka's voice asks in the silence.

"Somewhere," I answer, simply, avoiding pronouns.

"Okay," She says, I expected more questions than that. "Do what you need to do, okay? Just come back,"

"I will," I promise, tears springing to my eyes. I sling the bag over my shoulder and head out the door to see a man I've been avoiding for years.

My father.