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Death's Legacy

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

~My Immortal by Evanescence

Several Years Later…

Her grin stretched across her face sending waves of demented pleasure throughout her body and the connection she shared with her sister before she swung the butt of the gun down almost mercilessly on the poor black suited man's head. Hardly letting him crumple to the ground of the filth covered alley she was already taking out his wallet out of his pocket.

The gun in her hand transformed before she tossed the wallet to her taller sister before looking to see if there was any candy in the man's pockets. Liz opened the flap of the wallet, taking a brief stop to scold Patty from sniffing or eating the white "pixie dust", as Patty had called it, found in his pocket.

She let out an angry cry when she found no money. Tossing the wallet angrily down, she gently pushed Patty aside to search the pockets herself. There was nothing to be found but lint fuzz.

"Damn it!" Liz cried angrily rising to her full height. She reached for her back pocket and took out a cigarette, not taking long to light it. Gray wisps escaped from her mouth as she breathed out, try to calm herself.

When that didn't work she grabbed Patty's arm, pulling her sister along out of the alley. Siren noises were heard a block away but neither was bothered by the sounds. The police didn't come towards this side of Brooklyn. This was Charlie's turf and no one dared to go against the shifty gangster's rule, that is, except for the Demon Twins of Brooklyn, the thorns in "Uncle Charlie's" side.

Liz took a long drag on her cigarette as she tugged her jacket closer around her skinny figure. She ignored the twisting feeling in her starving stomach. She and Patty had long become acquainted with the feeling. She sighed. The streets were dark and empty. There was no one to steal from. The man they had attacked just minutes before had been a long shot. Charlie had long made sure that any civilian stayed out of the streets after dark. If anything, he was probably sent out by Charlie to try to stop the two sisters. There was, after all, a price on the two's heads.

Tugging on her sleeve pulled Liz out of her thoughts as Patty yawned, leaning against her sister. The taller blonde smiled softly down at her sister, a sight that the hyper blonde was only privileged to see. Bending her knees, Elizabeth Thompson pulled her tired sister onto her back, trying to figure out where would be best to sleep next.

-DEATH TALES-

In the back of his mind, he wondered if his face would be frozen in a look of pure horror the further he walked down the rancid smelling asymmetrical Brooklyn street.

"This must be punishment" he thought to himself. "I must have angered Honorable Father in some way. Maybe it's because my asymmetrical appearance!" Worriedly, he tugged the hood of his wispy black cloak forward on his head in an attempt to hide his signature white striped hair.

Shinigami-sama had ordered his son to take care of a small mess in Brooklyn. There were reports of a duo-weapon pair that terrorized the already grim streets of Brooklyn and Death the Kid was given the responsibility to take care in risk of a kinshin egg. He couldn't help but remember his father's rarely used grave voice at how Kidd and not a meister and weapon team had to take care of this task.

Bringing his mind off of his desire for a symmetrical hairstyle that always seemed out of his reach, he noticed two wavelengths coming from behind him.

"Weapons. Both of them," he thought with a sigh. "If these two are anything like the ones that father tried to pair me with then this will be tiring."

To say he was startled would be an overstatement when he found the barrel of a gun pointed at his head held by a blonde girl with a lit cigarette held between her smirking lips.

Kidd, with a bored expression looked her over. She appeared no more than a few years older than him, but she already had the jaded eyes of a lifetime of betrayal and distrust in the world that were only found in the most hardened of men.

"Look what the skunk dragged in," the girl greeted, using the height difference to try to intimidate him. "Give us your money."

"No," he simply said.

She raised her brow at his lack of fear before shoving him hard against the brick wall. "You can't just come down this street at this time of night and not expect to pay some fee for intruding' upon our alley."

"Shoot 'em! Shoot 'em! Shoot 'em, Liz!" a crazed voice giggled from the gun.

"Death can travel wherever he likes," Kidd said still not frightened at all.

She growled and in a flash of pink light, she and the gun were replaced by another blonde hair girl holding the exact replica of the gun before.

That caused Kidd's mouth to drop.

Liz smirked from within the gun. "Now we've scared the crap out of him."

Patty turned the gun to its side, giggling as she sang "Kill shot, kill shot!" repeatedly.

What the strange boy did next startled them both.

The boy began to cry, which in any other context wouldn't be that surprising – they had made many men cry like babies before – but in this one it was unnerving since he was crying with tears of a joy and a look on his face as if he had just won the Fate's lottery.

"You two, ARE BEAUTIFUL!" he cried with glee. "So symmetrical!"

Liz changed back to her human form quickly enough to push the boy away, stopping his attempt to hug Patty. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have a death wish, boy?"

"Well, technically I am De-"

He was cut off by the sound of shooting in the air.

"Damn it!" Liz cursed. "Run you idiot!" she yelled at Kidd before pulling Patty to a nearby fire escape.

He watched as they climbed up to the roof, distracted as a black unmarked car with tinted windows pulled up to the entrance of the alley. Three black suited men stepped out, firing their guns at the rooftops before hopping back inside the car, driving off.

Kid raised a questioning brow. For once in his symmetrical obsessed life, he was intrigued.

-DEATH TALES-

Liz growled. They were cornered. "Damnit! Why the hell did I bring us towards the wharfs?" she thought as Patty's hands held on tighter around her gun's handle.

"You two have been very bad," the voice of Charlie came from the black tinted window cars surrounded by two dozen men all with guns pointing at the two. "Is this how you repay your uncle?

"Cut the uncle crap!" Liz yelled from her weapon form. "You were hardly ever even close to being considered our uncle! You killed our father and then our mother! You're a monster and a coward hiding behind bullet proof glass."

A sigh came from the car. "Such hostility. Well, I suppose that if you don't want to be civil with Uncle Charlie I'll just have to get rid of you ungrateful brats. Gentlemen, prepare to fire."

Liz braced herself. They could take out some of them but not all and there was no option of running since their exit was blocked and… "What the-" she thought with shock as she saw the same weird skunk haired boy walking calmly through the open warehouse doors.

He seemed not to pay any attention to the fact that now half of the men were pointing their guns at his unarmed body. Instead he looked straight at Liz and Patty, his golden eyes piercing the sister's souls.

"What would you say if I offered you and your sister a getaway from this place?" he asked in a casual tone. "You'll be completed provided and cared for. Would you accept?"

"You must be crazy," the taller sister said transforming back to her normal form. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Before he could answer, Charlie's enraged voice came from the car. "You punk! Who do you think you are coming into my territory? Do you want to die?"

Cold golden eyes turned towards the car. "I should be asking you that question," he said with such an icy tone that for the first time since she and Patty had been on her own, she was been truly afraid.

The shadows around them seemed to elongate and dance and the men began to become nervous holding their guns as the air around them became thick with a soul haunting presence.

"I'm intruding upon your territory?" the boy continued before narrowing his eyes. "You have been intruding on Death's territory, you fool!"

Pulling Patty close to her, Liz closed her eyes, praying to whatever deity existed that Patty would at least make it out of this situation alive. Unnoticed to her, the boy turned his eyes on the two sister's clutching on to each other as if he had heard her prayer…and maybe he did.

"You can open up your eyes now," his voice said.

Patty pushed herself away from her sister's smothering grip. She let out a delighted giggle causing Liz to open her eyes. She was caught speechless at the sight.

In the span of one minute Charlie's car had been turned over a hand with several gaudy rings slumped out of the broken car window and all of his men were piled into a large heap – whether unconscious or dead Liz didn't want to know – the their strange golden eyed savior standing on top.

His face split into a delighted smile at their awe. " So," he said extending out his hand to them, "do you accept my offer?"

Liz regained her composure, hoping that her expression had turned into indifference instead of "I'm-about-to-wet-my-pants" look of fear.

"We're not cheap," she found herself saying.

"And I'm not with out the means," he replied back. "As I thought I said before, neither of you will have to worry about food or shelter again. Is there anything else I can offer in order for you both to become my weapons?"

"Why?"

He blinked back confusedly at her. "Symmetry," he said simply.

Patty giggled, "Hats! Hats! Liz and I want hats!"

"Hats?" he asked arching a brow.

Liz looked at her sister before smirking, hands on her hips. "Of course. Good girls, like Patty and I wear hats….uh…what's your name, kid?

"Kidd. Death the Kid, son of Death and heir of the Valley of Death."

Patty whistled appreciatively. She jumped on the pile of men so she stood next to the boy. He watched her curiously as she smiled at him.

"Your hair lines are broken," she laughed pointing out his white stripes. And as Death the Kid balled himself into a sobbing ball while Patty continued to laugh and prod him Liz let out her own soft laugh that began to grow and grow until she fell to her knees, tear streaming down her face.

A shadow fell upon her and when she looked up he didn't ask what was wrong or if she was ok. Instead he simply said "Let's go home, Elizabeth."

Back in the Nevada city of Death City, Shinigami watched the mirrored image of his son and the two who would become a big part of his son's life.

"And so, the legacy truely begins..."

So it's the first of a two day snow day where I live so that means homework that I was going to do for tomorrow will be done tomorrow...unless the schools are closed for a third day.

Anyway, thanks so much for the support. This may not be the best ending but when you think about it, it's not really the end lol.

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