[ Chapter 2 : The Witch at Shibusen? ]
Present Day: Medea
"Ugh. Kid! Stop fussing over your suit!" I yell.
"But it's asym--"
"Nobody cares. And you look fine!"
"I care! And it can't be just fine, it has to be perfection !"
"You're so... It's fine. Leave your poor suit alone. You're murdering it. It didn't wrong your family or anything." I say, pinning a lavender lily to the braid in my hair. There is a dance in Shibusen, celebrating some important dead guy's birthday or something. I'm not clear on whose it is, though.
"You're working on your appearance, so leave me alone!" Kid complains, fidgeting with his formal white suit and tie.
"It's a flower! I'm not obsessing over how asymmetrical my dress is, am I?!"
"Speaking of which..." Kid is suddenly on the floor at my feet, "fixing" my dress.
"H-hey!" I yell, kicking him lightly in the stomach. I wouldn't even call it a kick, really...
"Please, please! Please let me fix your dress! Please! Pleeeease..."
"Begging might work on Liz, but it won't affect me! Now buzz off and go fix your OCD!"
"Wha--" he looks up at me, about to defend himself.
"Just fix something that isn't on me! Or on you, for the matter! See? That vase full of flowers over there isn't symmetrical! Go fix it !"
"I just fixed--"
"Oh-look-at-the-time-we-gotta-go !" I spit out hurriedly, one word tumbling out after the one before. Even though I had no idea what time it actually was...
"But we still have fifteen minutes! Just let me fix your dress... and your hair !" he says, staring up at the messy bun atop my head.
"No ! I like it this way!"
"But you know I'll just end up doing it at the dance, right? In front of everybody. In the middle of the room." he says, exaggerating the last two sentences.
I sigh. "There's just no winning with you, is there?"
"Noooope. I always win! Mwa ha ha ha!" he laughs.
"Oookaaay... Just don't get creepy on me."
"Ha ha! I'll try not to." he says, standing up and straightening the pin in my hair, and, thankfully, not moving it to the middle of my head. Which would look extremely weird...
Well, yeah. I live in Death Manor. I have my own room and everything. Basically, Kid and I just barge into each other's rooms without even knocking; that's how close we are. We've both learned not to change in our rooms anymore, and the hard way at that. But there's nothing romantic going on, believe me. It's just that I might, maybe, possibly, have the teeniest, tiniest crush on Kid... But I'm sure that would never happen in a million years, right?
"Hey, Medea. Now it's time to go. Don't space out like that again, or we'll be late. And I have a speech to do!"
"Lemme guess... It's because Lord Death will do the exact same thing as last time, right?" I say, referring to the time when all Kid's father had to say was, "Wassup? Wassup? How's everyone doing?" in that weird voice of his.
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The Witch of Legend
FanfictionA side-story to Soul Eater. What if there was a benevolent witch named Medea? And what if she was the most powerful witch that ever lived?
