Chapter 5

-Continued; Death the Kid's Point of View-

I was shocked, astonished at what I had just saw. My mother had disappeared in a mere flock of golden butterflies. I wondered if I had the same ability if I were taught how to use the magic. Interesting... I thought as I watched as the people from earlier, plus one servant, searched for Maria, only for the mother to find her holding the white umbrella. Rosa immediately apologized for earlier and hugged her daughter. They all went back inside considering the servant said it was time for supper.

My own stomach growled at the mention of food, which made me glad that gales from the storm were strong enough to hide the sound. I was so focused on my embarassment that I did not notice the sound of footsteps coming my way. What surprised me though was the arms that wrapped around my shoulders. I was vaguely aware that I was no longer being pelted by the cold rain, as a voice spoke into my ear, "I found you."

The voice was that of a female, and motherly. The arms unwrapped themselves, and I turned to face the person who snuck up on me. Only to come face-to-face with my mother, Beatrice.

She smiled, and held out her hand for me to grasp. Taking it, I was teleported with her to another realm, well off of the island. While merely a plain looking white room, I knew better than to deem it as the ordinary room.

Turning to my mother, I smiled, simply happy to see her. Although, I had yet to see what she did for fun, but I would not press the matter. Beatrice looked to me and immediately became flustered with what to say. "So, is this where you live?" I asked, hoping to start a conversation with her. "Yes, sort of, my room is a whole separate area. The room we are in right now is the viewing room."

Looking around, I didn't see how the room was called that when there was nothing showing. That is, until she pointed down. I understood then and there why it was called such, as the Ushiromiya family discussed some of the matters at hand. Like the letter given to Maria, as well as the umbrella. "They seemed to be in a panic. Now that the game is being set in motion, I wonder how Kinzo shall prevail." Beatrice said with a small laugh, "That bastard's summoning his only remaining family members to become sacrifices for the summoning he knew would revive me. Game's on, Kinzo. Will it be noir? or is it rouge? the gamble is yours."

Kinzo had planned all this? Why?

Well, my mother answered that for me. In total, that was eighteen people he was killing, or in his terms "sacrificing", just to revive a woman who didn't even love him. "What a sick bastard." I sneered, disgusted by this man's actions. My mother laughed at my comment. She seemed to find genuine mirth out of the hurtful sentence, for she replied, "He wants the witch he made a deal with, so he could simply give back what I gave him. However, should the hidden gold be found, I am to forfeit not only the gold but my title as Golden Witch as well. Hence, I will play his little game. Doing so though, is going to require my acting insane, and commiting murder upon murder."

Looking at my mother, I could clearly tell that she most definately did not wish to do any of this. However, she had no choice in the matter. Kinzo never really gave her one in the first place. I think that when my father appeared before her for the first time, she decided that she didn't have to take his crap anymore. They fell in love with each other behind the man's back, and then I came along. "Hm, perhaps..." I said as if I were stating a fact, "This is his form of revenge against either you or Father."

Beatrice seemed to ponder it for a bit, before coming to the same conclusion. "How about we both play his game. I have a feeling that he won't see this coming at all..." I suggested. Her eyes seemed to glimmer with instantaneous rejection of the idea, but like Father, I wouldn't have it. I shot her glare that, if under normal circumstances, would have got me grounded.

"Your Father would have my head if he found out about what you're planning on doing." The Golden Witch seemed to sigh, "And do I even need to remind you that you're not yet an immortal?"

"How do you know that?!" I asked, exasperated.

"I listened in on you and your father talking about my rules. As of now, you're my responsibility, and if I ended up sending your father the corpse of his own son, then I don't think he'd be too pleased." she answered nonchantally