Soul Eater Fan Fiction
Kukuru x Kid
Soul Mates
Prologue
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I ran down the brightly lit halls of the DWMA, passing curious students and a myriad of classrooms.
I couldn't stop.
Nothing could stop me.
BLADE!
The only thought, the only name in my mind that drove me forwards.
I felt useless.
I continued to scour the DWMA at top speed, not daring to slow down, not daring to give into the gut wrenching pain in my sides and not even thinking about stopping to help my lungs stop straining so hard to get in a single breath of air.
I wasn't sweating.
It was too cold for that in the hallways, but even if it wasn't, I wouldn't care.
Suddenly I pictured Blade in a serious situation, standing on the verge of a cliff facing a kishin and having no meister to help him.
I shook the image out of my mind and kept running.
I had to calm down.
I had to think.
THINK!
Who do I know here?
Well, there was Lord Death…. But no. He shouldn't be bothered with so small a problem.
Professor Stein? Miss Marie? Death Scythe? No… they are teachers and very important people. They shouldn't be distracted from their work.
Then WHO? I don't know anyone else.
The students… they're all strangers.
I suddenly stopped running, my bare feet feeling the coldness of the tile underneath seep into them and the sides of my blonde hair settled onto my shoulders that were covered by a long sleeved gray shirt and a white, loose short sleeved shirt over it. I reached a cappuccino colored hand behind my head and checked my back part of my hair that was tied in a bun. It was still holding together. After that, I remembered why I stopped.
I did know someone here.
Well, not directly. I've only heard about him.
This morning when I had been walking to my class, I overheard an albino boy talking to a blue haired tan skinned boy about someone named Death the Kid. I thought his name was a coincidence to Lord Death's name, but then I heard him say that this so-called Death the Kid was indeed Lord Death's son.
A Grim Reaper.
Surely he had to help, right?
Now having a target, I walked calmly through the halls, carefully studying everyone's faces and trying to determine if they were Kid or not.
As I walked, I noticed the pretty lights in the halls, like little stars lighting the way to a better future, unlike anything at my home, if I could even call it home. The creamy yellow of the halls and the intricate signs over the doors of classrooms were interesting to the look at and the smell of cleanliness and graphite filled the air. All around me was the chatting of students and scuffling of shoes across the ground.
I've never had shoes. My dad always believed that shoes were for babies and going barefoot everywhere made your feet strong. I always hated that, but he turned out to be right.
I froze. Right in front of me with his back to me was a black haired boy with three white stripes on one side of his head. He was wearing formal and neat attire that was black with tiny white rectangles on the shoulders.
That HAD to be him. He practically screamed Grim Reaper.
I looked past him to see what he was looking at. Some sort of bulletin board I think.
I wondered how long he would stay like that, just staring at the board unaware that he was being watched.
I crept closer towards him.
Soon I was about two feet from him.
My foot creaked on the floor and he whipped around.
It just struck me how handsome he was. He was wearing a Reaper skull brooch also, and his eyes. Oh God his eyes… They were a pool of molten gold so beautiful I wanted to stare at them forever.
"Excuse me? Do you need something?" His voice snapped me out of my trance.
I looked him in the eyes still. Suddenly, without warning, a pool of tears engulfed my eyes and I began to tremble.
"Are you all right?" Kid asked me, shocked by my sudden collapse into tears.
Without thinking, I reached out to him and buried my face in his chest, gripping his suit in my fists. And I just… sobbed.
And he let me.
