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Tsubaki said it was the way he looked at me; Soul said it was the way he always asked instead of commanding. Liz said it was the extra touch of pink in his cheeks when I was near, and Patti said "uh-huh". Black Star said he just knew, because he was beyond God, so he knew these things.

The silliest part is I knew, because he would forget that I was there. Sounds stupid huh? Really you have to understand Kid to get how big of a deal that is.

Maybe it started because I would always forget that he was in essence a god. I've always respected Lord Death, as our leader, our boss and greatest teacher. He is also one of my papa's best (if only) friends and I'd never really seen the scary side of him. The knowledge and respect of him being a god was always there, just I never quite fathomed the depth of it. So with Kid being his son, I was aware of all these things, it's just that Kid, he's so, normal. Well mostly normal.

I say normal, but you could never quite forget with Kid that he had been raised to be well groomed and proper. His persona was stiff and uptight most of the time. Well aware that the whole school was watching him, the next Grim Reaper. When it was just their team of seven, Kid tended to relax a little, from time to time you could see it when he would get caught up in a game of basketball, or just allowing himself to become part of the never ending pointless banter that seemed to always be taking place.

There were the few times that everyone would go home and it would be just Kid with Soul and me at the house. His posture would slump, and a sigh would escape, though very soft. Times like this we would just sit in a comfortable silence, some record of Soul's playing. Soul would often turn in for the night at this point. I would stay up, cleaning up Black Star's mess, and watch Kid out of the corner of my eye. His expressions would change, but over all this softer, less guarded side of him was priceless. I could feel it then, though I wasn't sure what it was. This small tendril of trust and ease.


AN: I had planed at first go for this to be a long one-shot, but it just refused to flow, so I intend to pound out the rest into drabbles as they come. This is just an outlet while I work on my non-paired Kid story.