Soul Eater Fic: Void
I'm not gonna lie. The idea of Kidd being raised by Medusa is truly a very, very scary one.
Title: Void
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: T
Pairing: None
Summery: The void is perfection, and the outside is chaos. A snapshot of Kidd Gorgon's life in black.
He sits, and he waits for the familiar creak of the steel door to open, for it to bring harsh light to the unity that darkness is, and for the world to bend to his will.
The latter will require work, so much work, he knows. But for now he sits in the dark, and he bathes in the presence of perfect unity, in perfect symmetry and in perfect contentment. Darkness contains nothing, and he breathes it in more than he breathes in air. He will be dark, he will be balanced and perfect and he will bring true order to this world.
Mother tells him about the outside, about the flaws and about the false order under false leaders. She tells him he is destined to bring it to perfection, to wipe all the color out and replace it with black. She understands him, his needs and his wants and she is the kindest mother there is.
When the door opens and brings in the brightness of the white, white hallway, the opposite of darkness, he glances from where he'd been staring at the wall of black.
She smiles at him, proud and expectant of her child as always, and enters the room.
"How are you doing, Kidd?"
"I am fine, Mother." He answers in a monochrome tone. She reaches down and her sharp, perfect nails graze the pale, pale skin of his cheek, never having experienced the kiss of sunlight or a touch of earthy warmth.
"Come, it's time for a new lesson."
"Yes, Mother." He rises, and follows, keeping his footsteps precise and steady.
When they enter the white room, there's something other than imperfect animals. It's another human being, and Kidd can't help but stop for a moment. Not out of shock or horror, but surprise.
He's sweaty and looks frightened, gagged and tied up, but that isn't what Kidd notices. His mind goes into overdrive and he see's every single flaw in this scared human: His chin, the way his hair is arranged, the rate of salty water falling down his face. He begins to mutter to himself, losing his focus and the urge to eradicate this imperfect abomination rises by the second.
"Kidd, pay attention." Comes the sharp words of his mother, and he's lived long enough by her rule that it snaps him out of his trance, if only a little.
"But Mother-"
"I want you to observe your target." She kneels down beside the 8-year-old. They still stand a good distance from the man at the other end of the hall, and he makes sounds from underneath his gag that almost sound like pleads and cries for mercy. All Kidd still see's are his flaws.
"This is another human, quite unlike you or me. He has been lead astray by the notions of the false leaders who do not understand true order. These are what you will be correcting when you are ready, Kidd."
"I understand." He answers.
"Good." She gives him a cruel, approving smile. "Now, correct this problem."
"Yes, Mother."
Two black streaks appear from his back and into his hands, forming into two cannons that engulf his thin arms. He never staggers with their weight because the perfection of their symmetry is never a burden.
He can't say the same for their grotesque human forms, however.
Kidd raises the cannons and they begin to vibrate with power. The man starts panicking and tries to squirm away from his range of fire, but it's all in vain.
In a blast of massive black energy, all that's left are the charred remains of a skeleton, practically blending into the wall covered in soot from the following explosion. From the bones rise a pure blue soul.
"Good boy, Kidd." Mother praises, her snake-like eyes shining with pride and satisfaction. Kidd calmly looks at Medusa and nods. "The soul is for one of your weapons to consume."
"But if I give one of them the soul, the other one won't have one." He protests immediately. His wonderful weapons can never be unbalanced!
"Is that a problem?" Medusa asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mother."
"I see." She muses, and then smiles in a cold and motherly manner. "Then I shall fetch another for you."
"Thank you, Mother."
She rises, and leads Kidd back to his dark room, where he preferred to be instead of outside in the white room.
When the door closes behind him and he's encased in suffocating blackness, he sits. The girls start laughing and giggling and are eager to taste their first human souls, but Kidd ignores their joyful banter, pushing out the sound in his until all that is left is white noise.
He prefers to call it black noise. White provides color, it brings chaos to the world because the spectrum of light is asymmetrical. Warmth on one end and cold on the other. He hates it.
He hates everything about this world. Except Mother. She says when he was little, he was different from all the other children she'd seen in her long life. He had an eye for order and perfection, often times spending hours rearranging their dingy home until it was perfect, while she was tucked away in her lab, occupied with her work.
At first, she reprimanded him for it, not understanding what he was doing and thinking him useless for such a habit. But the habits wouldn't stop.
One day, after his 4th birthday, he broke a plate because of a chip in it's rimming, asymmetrical and imperfect, throwing it on the ground and watching the white porcelain scatter and glint in the dim light across the wood floor.
Medusa said nothing upon seeing what he had done, she had just watched him. And then she asked him what was wrong with the plate.
He told her about the chip in the plate, and how it made the plate imperfect. He then flinched away, expecting to be struck once more.
But Mother didn't move. She stood in the doorway, with a thoughtful look on her face.
And then her mouth grew into a loving, motherly smile, and she got to her knees to his level and embraced him. She said she was sorry for striking him for his habits and told him he was a very, very special child indeed.
She let him rearrange the house all he wanted for a while, while she would work in her lab and experiment with chemicals that made his eyes sting. Finally, Kidd got tired of moving the dirty furniture because he could never get it perfect.
Then Mother proposed an idea to him, for him to stay in a place with no furniture and no imperfections, so he could be happy.
And that's when he went into the black room. There was nothing there that could disrupt black, nothing that could throw it off.
And he hardly ever left. With the exception of meals and needing to use the bathroom, almost nothing could ever coax him from that room. He would sit in the darkness, drinking in the perfection that was black. It absorbed color and it got rid of harsh light.
His life was a blur after that, and he lost track of time sitting in the darkness, slowly learning about the outside world through his mother, about how imperfect it was and how perfect darkness was. The only significant moments, breaking through his hours and days and weeks in the void of black, were the days when Mother would bring him something else to erradicate and the days he was given two injections of black, black liquid.
"See now Kidd?" She told him when what the injections had held finished fusing with his body, through a very painful process, too. "Now your blood is black, just like your hair, your clothes, and your room."
"Black...." He nodded at the word.
"One day, you will make the world black, you will wipe out all imperfections, and you will make a perfect world."
He very much enjoyed that idea.
His two weapons are a slight nuisance, always chattering and under the influence of the madness, giggling and excited at the thought of destruction when Kidd was ready. But they were his two weapons, and he wouldn't have them any other way.
So now, he sits in the darkness, imagining a world of perfection.
He would wound this world over and over and over until all the colors had bled out of it; until red and blue and yellow and green become black and then he will stand as ruler, it's maker.
He would wait until he was ready to be set loose on this sorry, colorful world.
And black it all out.
Title: Void
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: T
Pairing: None
Summery: The void is perfection, and the outside is chaos. A snapshot of Kidd Gorgon's life in black.
He sits, and he waits for the familiar creak of the steel door to open, for it to bring harsh light to the unity that darkness is, and for the world to bend to his will.
The latter will require work, so much work, he knows. But for now he sits in the dark, and he bathes in the presence of perfect unity, in perfect symmetry and in perfect contentment. Darkness contains nothing, and he breathes it in more than he breathes in air. He will be dark, he will be balanced and perfect and he will bring true order to this world.
Mother tells him about the outside, about the flaws and about the false order under false leaders. She tells him he is destined to bring it to perfection, to wipe all the color out and replace it with black. She understands him, his needs and his wants and she is the kindest mother there is.
When the door opens and brings in the brightness of the white, white hallway, the opposite of darkness, he glances from where he'd been staring at the wall of black.
She smiles at him, proud and expectant of her child as always, and enters the room.
"How are you doing, Kidd?"
"I am fine, Mother." He answers in a monochrome tone. She reaches down and her sharp, perfect nails graze the pale, pale skin of his cheek, never having experienced the kiss of sunlight or a touch of earthy warmth.
"Come, it's time for a new lesson."
"Yes, Mother." He rises, and follows, keeping his footsteps precise and steady.
When they enter the white room, there's something other than imperfect animals. It's another human being, and Kidd can't help but stop for a moment. Not out of shock or horror, but surprise.
He's sweaty and looks frightened, gagged and tied up, but that isn't what Kidd notices. His mind goes into overdrive and he see's every single flaw in this scared human: His chin, the way his hair is arranged, the rate of salty water falling down his face. He begins to mutter to himself, losing his focus and the urge to eradicate this imperfect abomination rises by the second.
"Kidd, pay attention." Comes the sharp words of his mother, and he's lived long enough by her rule that it snaps him out of his trance, if only a little.
"But Mother-"
"I want you to observe your target." She kneels down beside the 8-year-old. They still stand a good distance from the man at the other end of the hall, and he makes sounds from underneath his gag that almost sound like pleads and cries for mercy. All Kidd still see's are his flaws.
"This is another human, quite unlike you or me. He has been lead astray by the notions of the false leaders who do not understand true order. These are what you will be correcting when you are ready, Kidd."
"I understand." He answers.
"Good." She gives him a cruel, approving smile. "Now, correct this problem."
"Yes, Mother."
Two black streaks appear from his back and into his hands, forming into two cannons that engulf his thin arms. He never staggers with their weight because the perfection of their symmetry is never a burden.
He can't say the same for their grotesque human forms, however.
Kidd raises the cannons and they begin to vibrate with power. The man starts panicking and tries to squirm away from his range of fire, but it's all in vain.
In a blast of massive black energy, all that's left are the charred remains of a skeleton, practically blending into the wall covered in soot from the following explosion. From the bones rise a pure blue soul.
"Good boy, Kidd." Mother praises, her snake-like eyes shining with pride and satisfaction. Kidd calmly looks at Medusa and nods. "The soul is for one of your weapons to consume."
"But if I give one of them the soul, the other one won't have one." He protests immediately. His wonderful weapons can never be unbalanced!
"Is that a problem?" Medusa asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mother."
"I see." She muses, and then smiles in a cold and motherly manner. "Then I shall fetch another for you."
"Thank you, Mother."
She rises, and leads Kidd back to his dark room, where he preferred to be instead of outside in the white room.
When the door closes behind him and he's encased in suffocating blackness, he sits. The girls start laughing and giggling and are eager to taste their first human souls, but Kidd ignores their joyful banter, pushing out the sound in his until all that is left is white noise.
He prefers to call it black noise. White provides color, it brings chaos to the world because the spectrum of light is asymmetrical. Warmth on one end and cold on the other. He hates it.
He hates everything about this world. Except Mother. She says when he was little, he was different from all the other children she'd seen in her long life. He had an eye for order and perfection, often times spending hours rearranging their dingy home until it was perfect, while she was tucked away in her lab, occupied with her work.
At first, she reprimanded him for it, not understanding what he was doing and thinking him useless for such a habit. But the habits wouldn't stop.
One day, after his 4th birthday, he broke a plate because of a chip in it's rimming, asymmetrical and imperfect, throwing it on the ground and watching the white porcelain scatter and glint in the dim light across the wood floor.
Medusa said nothing upon seeing what he had done, she had just watched him. And then she asked him what was wrong with the plate.
He told her about the chip in the plate, and how it made the plate imperfect. He then flinched away, expecting to be struck once more.
But Mother didn't move. She stood in the doorway, with a thoughtful look on her face.
And then her mouth grew into a loving, motherly smile, and she got to her knees to his level and embraced him. She said she was sorry for striking him for his habits and told him he was a very, very special child indeed.
She let him rearrange the house all he wanted for a while, while she would work in her lab and experiment with chemicals that made his eyes sting. Finally, Kidd got tired of moving the dirty furniture because he could never get it perfect.
Then Mother proposed an idea to him, for him to stay in a place with no furniture and no imperfections, so he could be happy.
And that's when he went into the black room. There was nothing there that could disrupt black, nothing that could throw it off.
And he hardly ever left. With the exception of meals and needing to use the bathroom, almost nothing could ever coax him from that room. He would sit in the darkness, drinking in the perfection that was black. It absorbed color and it got rid of harsh light.
His life was a blur after that, and he lost track of time sitting in the darkness, slowly learning about the outside world through his mother, about how imperfect it was and how perfect darkness was. The only significant moments, breaking through his hours and days and weeks in the void of black, were the days when Mother would bring him something else to erradicate and the days he was given two injections of black, black liquid.
"See now Kidd?" She told him when what the injections had held finished fusing with his body, through a very painful process, too. "Now your blood is black, just like your hair, your clothes, and your room."
"Black...." He nodded at the word.
"One day, you will make the world black, you will wipe out all imperfections, and you will make a perfect world."
He very much enjoyed that idea.
His two weapons are a slight nuisance, always chattering and under the influence of the madness, giggling and excited at the thought of destruction when Kidd was ready. But they were his two weapons, and he wouldn't have them any other way.
So now, he sits in the darkness, imagining a world of perfection.
He would wound this world over and over and over until all the colors had bled out of it; until red and blue and yellow and green become black and then he will stand as ruler, it's maker.
He would wait until he was ready to be set loose on this sorry, colorful world.
And black it all out.