The Grand Witch's Daughter |Soul Eater Fanfic Oc x Death The Kid

Chapter 3 : She just couldn't stand to look at me everyday.

Logann's POV

"Death The Kid." Responded the boy. I stretched again. 'Damn my back is killing me. I'll get a massage later.' I thought to myself.
"Well nice to meet you Death The Kid." I responded cheerfully. I already knew today was gonna be a pain. I had a mountain of paper work to do. I helped my mother rule the kingdom since she's getting old. And our job was well a literal piece of work. 'I did put this off for a week though. Instead of doing my work I watched anime and went shopping and stuff. But I only shop so much to suppress my OCD.' I leaned my face on my palm and put my elbow on the bed.
I was going to enjoy this happy moment of my day before I had to actually be productive.

"Anyways-" I was snapped out of thought by Death The Kid. "I apologize for the intrusion."  "Oh no, I should be the one apologizing for smacking in the forehead.  Your partners too." I gave a sheepish smile. 'If this is a dream don't let Bercus or anybody else wake me up please.' "My forehead? So that's where you hit me. I was curious about that."

He sat up as his shirt fell open. I turned pink. We had to undo his shirt to bandage him up. Then I noticed him staring at something. Then hell broke loose in my brain. My room gets pretty hot at night when I don't turn on the AC. Before I fell asleep I unbuttoned the top four buttons of my shirt. Meaning if I put my hand on my face and rested on my elbow on the bed wich I did already you would basically get a good view of my goods. In this case it was bad.

"Um...so...I...uh." I racked my brain to figure out how to talk. I was going to do something I never wanted to do. Ever. In my life. "So I have to go do some-" I was cut of by the sound of my phone ringing. I looked around and grabbed it.  "Sorry my mom's calling, gotta take this!"

I ran out of the room quickly. I clicked the answer button.

Kid's POV

"Hello? Hi mom. Yes that happened. Bercus told you? That idiot I had it under my control. What?! Absolutely not! No mom don't! Why? R-really?" Her head poked back into the room.

"Fine." She said. Logann walked back into the room. She sat down in the chair. She grabbed some of her hair and started to smooth some of it. "Are you ok?" I asked her without thinking.

Her childish, friendly demeanor was gone. She sat up completely straight and fixed her buttons.  "I'm sorry to have to ask you this but, can you please come with me to see my mother?" I sat there shocked and taken aback. She seemed completely different. Like a princess should be. "Um sure?" I answered a bit confused and unsure.  Her black hair was perfectly smoothed over. I was so confused.

"Hm, where are we?" I heard Liz's sleepy voice beside me. Next to her, I heard Patty yawn. "Kid? Asked Liz confused and baffled. "What's going on?"

"We're going to see Logann's mother?" I responded. It sounded more like a question? "What?Why?!" Exclaimed Liz.

Logann's POV

"What? Why?!" exclaimed a tall blonde girl. "My mother heard about the incident and told me she would like to meet you. I protested but..." I trailed off.

"She wants to see us?" Asked the girl again. Something bothers me about her being so close to Death The Kid. I shrug it off. "Yes. However I must advise you to be careful. My mother seemed very..." I racked my brain for the right word. "Interested in you, Death The Kid." I responded.

The three of them stared at me for a second. I have to go do some work. As much as I don't want to. "I'll send someone over with some new clothes for you all. I have to go do some work." I left the room and closed the door quietly behind me.

I quickly remembered that I needed my glasses to do my read and write and other things like that. I walked back into the room.
I quickly strolled over to the dresser and grabbed my glasses case. 'A change of clothes would be smart too.' I thought to myself.

I felt six eyes watching me. I turned around see the three of them watching me. "S-sorry I just need to grab some clothes and change."

I picked up a black dress with black jewels on it and black lace stockings. It was a simple outfit. I grabbed a pair of shoes and a pair of earrings. They were black as well. I quickly dashed out of my room.

Most of my wardrobe was black with some splashes of color here and there. I dashed down the hallway to the bathroom; passing maids and butlers that were on there way to my room.

I got to the door and knocked. "I'm in here!" Called a voice. I was gonna have to run downstairs. I made a beeline for the stairs. I had a bunch of work to do. When suddenly I tripped down the stairs. I landed on my face. "Umpf." I didn't feel like getting up at all.

"Lady Logann!" Exclaimed a butler. He saw me wipe out. "I'm gucci!" I responded. I stood up and dusted myself off. I continued to go to the bathroom and got in. I took of my skirt,shirt,and socks. I pulled up my lace stockings. I tugged my dress over my head. Then I put on my earings and put on some red lipstick. Lastly I spilled on my heels.

I took one last look in the mirror. I would have to do my hair in my office. I do exactly 1,000 strokes every morning. Nothing more, nothing less. I placed my hat on my head, grabbed my wand and hairbrush and left.

I thought of what I had to do today when my OCD kicked in. I began to panick. I only felt this way when something was wrong with my outfit or something else. I looked down at my dress and saw it was fine. Perfectly ironed as usual. My shoes and socks were fine too. Was it my lipstick?

I saw a passing butler and grabbed him. He was carrying a silver tray. I snatched it from his hands. "Sorry!" I exclaimed checking my lipstick it was perfect as well. So what is it? My hair it must be my hair. I didn't brush it yet. I couldn't take it. Screw work. I handed the man back his tray apologized one more time and marched down the hallway back to the bathroom.
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I sat in my office doing paperwork. I fixed my hair and it was perfect as usual. I have OCD. I can't help things like this. I looked up and saw  Bercus waving at a chart with his pointer. He was also wearing his glasses. I kept writing. "Okay Bercus go take a break I can manage here on my own." I had a violin lesson after this and also training, martial art, dance, magic control due to a certain incident. Then finally the best/worst part of today seeing my mother.

I love my mother with all my heart and I know she loves me too but deep down I know she's still upset about the incident. Nothing I ever do could fix it. A revival spell is too risky. It hit me just as hard as it hit her, but still what happened was a tragedy that's why I think she sent me to live on my own. She just couldn't stand to look at me every day. The little girl who murdered the king aka her husband and my father.