Wallflower Alliance

"Sa - lemmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Apparently, whereas there was much hype about the kind of man Sid was. . .

The kind of zombie he is - well there's only one word for it: coward.

After all, you reasoned, Death Meisters were supposed be fearless harbingers of demise, not pathetic wielders of metal.

In fact, you couldn't help but notice from your seat directly behind of him that there didn't appear to be a single weapon upon his person.

"Salem, I don't - I don't think this is very safe! I mean - just what will your father say--?" Sid began, his voice quaking with fear and adrenaline.

With a curt scoff, you increased the speed.

"Sid, he's the one that gave me the broom."

You weren't sure whether to laugh openly or perhaps, cringe at the use of the word.

Yes, as the Shibusen locals made quite clear, a broom was an unwanted belonging around here.

Probably because it was an infamous mark of the witch.

And this was precisely why you had wanted one in the first place. ♥

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After revealing to Sid the origin of your contraband method of transportation, he was more than happy to shut his trap for the rest of the trip.

You couldn't help but assume that this was also partially due to a chilling fear of heights, rendering his morbid vocal chords temporarily frozen.

Either way, it was still, much to your enjoyment, a silent ride all the way to your father's highly revered "Death Room." Pft.

Upon making a graceful landing upon the tiled floor, right outside of your father's door, Sid suddenly became much more animated.

"Whoa," He began, exhaling deeply to the point that you wondered why a zombie even needed to/was capable of breathing at all. "Salem, you're really lucky most of my students are in class or that little stunt definitely would have caused quite a scene. . ."

You resisted the urge to utter a cute, albeit sarcastic, "Oh really?" and instead focused upon gazing lovely at the focal point of "that little stunt."

Your broom was the equivalent of your dear, elder brother's skateboard.

Although in your opinion, Ipswich was far superior to Beelzebub.

After all did Beelzebub the skateboard strike as much terror and controversy into the hearts of civilians as Ipswich the broom? No, it certainly didn't.

And thus, you loved your broom, what with it's sleek black handle, aerodynamic ebony bristles, and quaint red bow.

. . .Even if it was a present from Lord Death.

Especially, if it was a present from your father.

You had zoned out, fondly ogling your broom to the point that you failed to hear the rotation of a door handle that would have at any other time, alerted you to the oncoming presence of the aforementioned man.

Noticing this, Sid did his very best to warn you.

"Salem -"

"OHOHOHO~"

But it was far too late.

"I thought I heard my little Peace Keeper! Still fawning over that dull old present too, I see!"

The sound of Lord Death's voice quickly startled you out of your reverie.

"F-Father?" You sputtered out in a moment of weakness, quickly spinning around in order to catch sight of your dear old dad in all his skeletal, black caped glory.

"Salem, my little girl!" Lord Death cooed, and although it was impossible to tell, you got the feeling that he was smiling behind his stupid mask.

The momentary lapse of loathing from your eyes quickly found its way back to becoming the dominating attribute of your golden orbs.

"I'm not your little girl, Shinigami-san." You replied stiffly.

Although Sid visibly cringed at how coldly you had addressed the resolute Death God of the entire world, Lord Death himself remained unfazed.

"Yare, Yare. . .I suppose you have grown a couple of inches since our last encounter, Salem. ~"

Afterwords, as you were hurriedly ushered into the Death Room, you couldn't help but utter a few colorful phrases under your breath.