i've got something to tell ya [closed]

[proudsister]

Who: Liz and Kid
When: idk some time this week
Where: the Villa
Style: [ probably this because fuck it ]
Status: Closed 8U

[ So.

This pretty much sucks.

Liz has spent the last few days picking up every last crumb, sweeping up every last dust bunny, and reordering everything like she's possessed. Or maybe like she's a certain child of a certain death god. Who knows. The whole thing is just eerie.

At the moment, she's on her hands and knees in front of the couch in the living room with a pair of scissors. She might be snipping string hanging off the bottom of the couch.

Kid your life is hard. ]

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[heartandsoul]

[Speaking of hearing--Maka heard Kid yelling from all the way on the other side of the house and came running.

When she sees her friend (no, boyfriend) in the state he is, she collapses next to him, out of breath but still clearly concerned. It takes her a moment to see that Liz is there, though it only causes more questions to pop up in her mind.]

K-Kid?

[This is embarrassing to do in front of Liz, but--Maka brushes aside his fringe and touches the hand covering his head.]

[keepsthefire]

[Of course Rin had heard, too, though he was a little slower to get down the stairs than Maka. He had been napping after his early-morning shift ended at the host club, curled up with his head on her lap while she read, but the sounds from downstairs reached his sensitive ears and jolted him out of a dreaming state quickly. Maka took off before him, and he stumbled after a minute later, still groggy and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

He was worried, even if his slower steps didn't quite show it. Kid had sounded absolutely frantic, like Rin had at the start of the curse when he woke up to find his vision compromised by an ability he didn't know how to shut off. Though there was something else about Kid's tone Rin picked up even from the second floor - disgust, disbelief, all with so much vehement emotion and force behind it that was impossible to ignore. Kid could be over-dramatic, but whatever was going on sounded pretty damn genuine.

With Maka ahead of him, she got to Kid first, leaving Rin to trail in behind scratching his messy hair and looking down at Kid with obvious concern as he tried to wake up enough to register more than 'something is wrong'. He looked to Liz for answers, though, thinking Kid might not be in any state to answer himself.]

What's goin' on... ?

[symmetrophile]

[Kid stirs, head lifting until his eyes peer past his knees at Liz, and it's quite possible what she said had gotten through to him because there's hope there with the fear. And, like anyone who grew up through childhood, the young reaper is no stranger to the experience called being afraid, but this one is new.

Why didn't his Honorable Father tell him of the Kishin's true origins?

Why would he have such a dangerous, appalling monster for a child?

If the Kishin is just like him... can he trust himself to not fall again into madness when he finally matures as a grim reaper?

How could Madness and Fear be born of Order?

The touch of Maka's hand on his prompts his fingers to lift, cover hers, and then clasp it, dragging it from his head until he could press the heel of her palm against his mouth. Gradually unfolding until he's just sitting, trying to convince himself that it's for the sake of this family, too, that he'll become a god worthy of the perfect world he's dreamed of, worthy of the people he would make it for.]

I'm sorry. [His murmur comes from behind Maka's hand, now.] I shouldn't have raised my voice at you.

[Kid's not going to lie and claim he's alright, either.]

[proudsister]

Oh, please. Like I'm not used to you yelling.

[ She knew it wasn't really her he was yelling at. She pushes herself to her feet and turns from the scene in front of her to go stand next to Rin. Her voice drops as she talks to him, glancing briefly over her shoulder at Kid. ]

I'm sure you've heard all about the Kishin by now, Rin. I was giving Kid an update from home.

[ There's a pause and she lets out a quiet breath, turning away again. ]

They're brothers.

[heartandsoul]

What even happened here? [Her other hand reaches up to clasp onto Kid's.] It sounded like--

[Like he had been given news he couldn't handle?]

Like you were arguing.

[keepsthefire]

Oh. Shit... seriously... ?

[Rin had been told. Of course second hand knowledge only gave so much, but everything he heard painted a mental image to him of some one who was just as bad or worse than the demons he had to deal with back home.

And he had also found out that via his biological father, he was related to some of the worst of those demons. The Eight Demon Kings of Gehenna, one of whom was actually there in Vatheon (and another who was no longer there) were also his brothers by birthright. A fact that he, too, only came to know completely in Vatheon thanks to Maka realizing it.

He didn't blame Kid for having a completely and utter breakdown over it. The Kishin sounded to him like some one that would put even the most awful Demon King to shame, and the way Kid had always spoken so highly of his father...

There wasn't anything Rin could come up with to say to Liz regard it, words dying in his throat the longer he tried to find something that could voice how he understood what Kid was going through. He was looking past Liz, at Kid, hearing Maka ask what was going on and torn between letting Kid explain to her directly or passing on the information himself.]

Geez... Kid...

[symmetrophile]

[That Kid only sits, his fingers tangling with Maka's and head hanging from the defeated slope of his shoulders makes the choice clear: he isn't in any state to go explaining himself, and he hasn't the benefit of adrenaline to push him past the immediate sense of shock.

He's not sure what to think, and so he reviews it, staring at the space between Maka's knees and the toes of his own shoes, tries to sort out the mess his thoughts have become.

The Kishin.

His father's other son, the embodiment of Fear, the most dangerous source of Madness itself in their world.]

How?

[How can it be? The difference is too great. Order and Madness, so different from each other.

And his Father had never given so much as a hint as to the Kishin's origins.

Did he disappoint his Father? Was he simply insufficient to trust with the truth?

Was he worried, perhaps, that his second son would go the route of the first? That's a threat all too real, where Kid has lost himself to madness before, and has had certain controlled tastes of it since.

What has he done, tying himself to two wonderful people? They have to deal with this? With him? And with such a certain history--

Pulling his hands from Maka's, he covers his face.]

Have I been fooling myself, trying to become something worthy to take my Father's place?