Eevee had refused to listen to what anyone had to say; mostly to Kid as he had been the one to drag her away from Stein and the rest. She wanted to stay, wanted to hear them arrive at a verdict; she wanted to hear them decide the date of her execution and wished they would grant her one last request, but Kid had dragged her out by the orders of Lord Death as a favor for Stein.
Now, after a couple of hours when the sun was beginning to set, Eevee sat silently near the cell she had been kept in. Her skin had been wiped clean by a washcloth Kid had produced out of nowhere, or it seemed like it had come out of nowhere. He had wanted her to be clean and had taken her to the women’s showers moments ago, but as soon as he had turned the knob to the shower Eevee had bolted out of the room.
Kid kept her out of that wing of the academy after that.
He made sure to wipe her hands, and arms, and lastly her face; making sure that he didn’t make skin contact because he wasn’t sure how she would react. At the moment, only Eevee’s legs were being perfectly wiped until they shone a pale color.
Kid was kneeling in front of Eevee with one of her feet in his hand as he cleaned it; it was the only skin to skin contact he had made when cleaning her. Eevee tilted her head slightly to the right, letting her bangs fall over her face as she studied Kid’s serious expression. She couldn’t understand why Kid was cleaning her, and she couldn’t understand why he was acting so calm when he knew she was most likely going to be executed.
Lord Death’s son, the words came to her mind, but not his name. Her eyes narrowed, her hand moving to her hair and fisting it in her hand as she bit the inside of her cheek. The images flashed though her mind rapidly, painfully, as she watched Kid carefully placing her foot down and taking the other.
Kid.
His two weapons.
Curran . . . he was kneeling.
Kid had just finished when Eevee pulled her feet back, pushing her knees to her chest as she hugged them. Her eyes narrowed sharply at Kid, her mind flashing images of what had happened and why she had so furiously held on in that dark cell. He had been the one to take her weapon. He had been the last person she had wanted to see. Yet . . . he was the only person she had wanted to see.
He understood, Eevee could see it in his gold eyes that he understood what was currently going in her mind. She remembered her weapon kneeling in front of Kid as he aimed at his throat and head with his pistols. She remember Curran jumping to his feet, his back to Kid, and as he had tried to reach her . . . Kid had taken his life.
“I’m not apologizing.” Eevee glared at his words, but Kid’s glare would beat hers any day. “I am a Grim Reaper.”
She had not expected those words. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting him to say to her, but those words have never crossed her mind. What could she say? His words were the truth and one day or another . . . he would have taken Curran’s life.
“Why didn’t you take us both?” Eevee asked softly, her face buried in her knees to avoid his eyes. She could feel her eyes glazing over as she spoke, “I’m not supposed to be here without him . . . why didn’t you take me too?!”
It was silent, Eevee biting her bottom lip out of anger.
“You were supposed to take me, the witch, not him!” Eevee snapped, lifting her head from her knees and looking at him. Kid looked back at her calmly. “You could have helped him, could have cured him of his damn madness that I caused in him! Kid, I was the enemy not him . . . Curran—”
“Curran could not have been cured from his madness if I would have taken you instead!” Kid interrupted, pulling Eevee to her feet by the wrist and looking her in the eyes. “You knew him better than anyone, and he was a Shibusen student—Eevee, he would have given his own life for you, and not solely because you were his meister.”
Unlike before, Eevee refused to look away from Kid and narrowed her eyes at him. His hand on her wrist grew colder the longer he kept it there, but he refused to let her go. To him, Eevee was Eevee, and though she clearly had that deadly witch’s glare, she wasn’t a witch. At least not fully.
Without saying a word, Kid turned and dragged Eevee behind him. She stumbled on the first few steps, but aligned perfectly with him when she regained her balance. He kept his eyes towards the front, completely ignoring the fact that Eevee was glaring furiously at him; and ignoring the fact that his hand felt like it had been frozen to her skin.
They stopped at the door he had taken her earlier that day; it was the door where Curran lay lifeless behind it. Eevee surged forward, placing her palm on the door to push it open, but Kid pulled her back before she could.
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” He tightened his grip while his free hand reached into his pocket. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to Eevee before repeating himself, “Promise me you’ll not do something stupid. That you’ll stay.”
Eevee looked at the piece of paper for a second before taking it into her free hand. She studied it for a second and then lifted her eyes to Kid’s. He looked back at her with a calm, yet worried expression and for the first time since she had been kept there she thought on how he was feeling having to know she was going to get executed though he had tried his best to get her back alive.
But, she thought, both of them couldn’t possibly be in the same place at once. The city would be out of balance with them; Lord Death’s son and a half-witch meister with her soul tainted with madness. It was genocide at the least.
“I don’t think I’m the type to keep a promise.” Eevee answered truthfully, her eyes never leaving Kid’s. “The most important one I had literally got killed.”
Kid couldn’t hold back his curiosity, “The two of you, what had you promised each other?”
“Our lives.” Eevee saw no harm in telling the truth, for either of them. “When we were kids we promised our lives to each other.”
Kid saw her answer as something different; he saw her answer how it should be seen and not how she was seeing it. Curran should had probably explained it to her in clear terms, maybe should have waited until she had grown up to make such a promise. Kid could see that Eevee saw the promise as a promise between good friends, a promise between meister and weapon, and mostly likely that was the reason she would wield no other weapon but her weapon.
Curran had meant a union of their lives; a marriage proposal, most likely, that Eevee hadn’t the mind to grasp then or now. Actually, she had broken the promise she made Curran the moment she had said yes to his courtship; but Kid was not about to explain that to her. The consequences were not becoming under the circumstances they were in.
“I’m not entirely sure who wrote this—it might have been Pierre—but I’m sure it’ll help you change your mind about the execution.” Kid tried to ignore the promise she had made Curran, because even though her weapon was gone, there was still a tug of jealousy when he was mentioned. “You can’t be the only person that is not willing to fight for your life.”
“You brought me to Curran . . . to read a letter?” Eevee asked skeptically, “This is a morgue.”
“And we both know you were going to find a way to stay here until your supposed execution date came.” Kid answered, passing her and pushing the door open for her. “I’ll be waiting out here . . . please,” he pleaded, “don’t do anything rash or stupid.”
“The only rash and stupid thing I have done in my entire life, was fall for you,” Eevee answered as she walked in, “I don’t make the same mistakes twice.”
The door closed behind her, Kid standing on the other end simply looking at the place Eevee had just been. Her last words, for a strange reason, didn’t sound negative or insulting and had his heart beating a few beats quicker. Actually, to Kid, they sounded reassuring; she would fall for no one else but him. Still, that promise with her weapon, he wished he could make the same promise with Eevee without her figuring out what Curran meant, but that seemed impossible.
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Eevee walked over to the metallic table that held Curran’s body, the white sheet having been pulled up completely that she couldn’t see an inch of him. She didn’t bother to pull the sheet down, thinking she would break down again once she saw him sleeping there. Instead she settled on leaning back on the table, putting her weight on him a bit how she had done when she would wait for him to wake up in the mornings.
Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders and down her back, a reminder of him never waking up. Every morning she would sit by his bed side and let him wake by feeling her weight on him. Long, straight, brown hair was the first thing Curran would see before turning his back to her with a groan.
Curran was the one to comb her hair into twin tails, after all.
She looked down at the folded piece of paper Kid had given her, a small old letter given to him by Pierre, probably. Kid had said it was probably written by Pierre, not given to him by Pierre, which meant he hadn’t read it or sneaked a peek. Eevee sort of wished he had, she wouldn’t be as indecisive to open it if he had it was from Pierre.
She would have just thrown the damn thing away as her dear brother was the only one to come out clean from the last month’s fiasco. He worked directly under Lord Death and the other Death Scythes; he was just their dog, something that was slightly above Stein’s test subjects.
With a deep sigh and a quick glanced and Curran’s covered face, Eevee slowly began to unfold the letter and smoothed out the edges. Her eyes widen for a split second before blurring with liquid and momentarily closing them before she read the letter.
Eevee,
Things are beginning to get out of hand and I don’t know who to turn to nowadays. Everything was so simple in the beginning. You, me, and occasionally one or two sets of policemen chasing us in the streets for some petty crime I was teaching that day.
Now, now everything’s turning upside down and I don’t know what to make of it. I wished I’d be the only person you would need to be happy, the only person you would love and laugh with and be so free with. Then he came along. Again, which you would have found out sooner or later that you’ve been wanted dead from the start.
I know blaming Kid for being a Grim Reaper is childish, but I’ve been fighting from the day I met you to keep you alive and away from death. It was impossible to think of you courting death . . . FOR GOODNESS SAKE, WHAT THE HELL?!
Eevee couldn’t hold back the smile as she read that part in the letter.
That was my fault. For being an idiot, for thinking there was nothing to worry about, for thinking I could keep you to myself until the end of my days. I can’t protect you any longer. I’ve known this the moment that witch infected me with this sick feeling inside me, and so, before it devours my sanity, I write my heart to you.
Eevee, I love you.
I have loved you from the moment your skinny little hands stole, and completely crystalized, that corn and maybe even before that. But I can’t do anything for you anymore and wished you would not follow me like you did back then—you were impossible to lose! You’ll run after me no matter where I am, or where I go, and never think twice about it. It’s because of this that I demand, not ask, but demand you to STOP following me.
He’ll protect you (though I could have done better) and won’t let you do anything stupid. I think and hope. Don’t worry about me or where I’ve gone. Stay with Kid, Eevee, and don’t even think of following after I’ve gone and died to make sure you’d stay with him.
I will never say this, will never write it again, and you will only find this in the letter: if you love him, tell him, let him know and show him how much. Don’t live your life pushing him away or pulling away or admiring from the shadows. You’ll end up like me; no breath left to use to say “I love you”.
I’ll love you even after death,
Curran Vails
Eevee had tried hard, really hard, not to let her tears over flow her eyes and down her cheeks, but she fail miserably. The tears wouldn’t stop and kept coming down her face as she folded the piece of paper and tried to find a pocket on herself. Sadly, the only place she could possible put it was in her shirt.
She wiped at her face, but the tears were endless, and her shaky hands refused to listen wipe them away correctly. Her for fell shakily to the cold floor where she sat silently, letting her face be stained by the tears she had never shed when young.
She had always refused to cry because crying girls were what Curran hated the most, she had found this out when they were younger and he’d glared at any girl that happened to cry near him. But she couldn’t stop crying, and it wasn’t like he was going to get up from his sleep and snap at her for doing do. Even with that logic, Eevee still craned her head back to peek at the edge of the metallic table.
“Eevee,” a small amount of light came through a crack of the door as Kid peeked inside, “Did you do something stupid?”
She gave him a sad smile from the floor as he strode in the room and walked towards her. In a blink of an eye, he had picked Eevee from the floor and had her standing still in front of him as he wiped away her tears with a skull theme handkerchief.
His hand with the handkerchief was pressed to Eevee’s cheek when she spoke, “I only do stupid things when I’m doing them with someone.” Kid stopped his hand movement and looked into her glazed eyes.
“I only have one person left to do them with, and hopefully they won’t have me banned from another museum.”
She had wrapped her arms around his torso as she spoke. Kid not moving partly because it was a bit of a shock Eevee had actually initiated the hug, and partly because he though Curran would come back as a zombie to threating him for displaying such a scene in his presence. But as the sheet stayed in place, Kid wrapped his arms around Eevee’s shoulders and held her tight to his chest as she tried not to hiccup because of her crying.
They stayed in that position for what felt like hours until Eevee pulled her head back from the crook of his neck and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t let them execute me.” She told him, bottom lips trembling softly.
He didn’t want to question her about her reason, but he had to know, “Why did you change your mind?”
“Because he said not to follow him,” she answered with the truth and then buried her face into his chest as she continued, “and said to tell you, to not keep quiet about it and end up like him, never able to say it properly.”
Kid tried to push her back to be able to see her face, but Eevee refused to let go. He tilted his head to the side to get a better look, what he saw had his face turning red. Eevee’s skin was scarlet colored, from her neck to her ears as she finally dare look him in the eyes and say:
“I-I love you!”
It was at that moment that the door behind him opened once more, and knowing exactly why it had opened and who would most likely be walking into the room to find them, Kid leaned forward to press his lips to Eevee’s. She leaned in, wrapping her arms tightly around Kid as it was the last time she would ever see him.
“Eevee,” Spirit’s solemn voice came from the door as the young meisters ended their kiss and held on to each other for dear life, “It’s time to go.”
Her eyes were pleading.
His eyes knew.
Things were too complicated for them to be in the same city, and Lord Death, Stein, along with all the Death Scythes knew so. Still, the fact that he would be on guard for as long as Eevee was next to him, for as long as she was alive, didn’t stop Kid from accompanying Eevee and begging his father on his knees.
And still, they waited, together.
Until the verdict was declared by Lord Death.
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Is this the end? Hell yeah! *laughing nervously* please don't kill me, but it is the final chapter. *cowering in corner* There's going to be an extra after this, so don't hurt me until then TT^TT
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