A/N: Hi, here's a KidXSoul fic. Hope its okay. This is a prologue, and it's going to be a lot longer than the rest of the chapters... maybe. I'm trying to make longer chapters. ^_^;;

Disclaimer: I do not own.

Warning: YAOI/RAPE AHEAD!

Karina: Yay! Uh…. I mean. Remember Kids, if someone tries to touch you or your private parts in a way that makes you uncomfortable, that's nooooo good.

Please enjoy and REVIEW! I won't know if you like it if you don't review...

Karina: But Tsuki will probably keep writing it because I have nothing else to do.

Perfectly Flawed

Chapter one: Broken

They were fighting again. Soul hugged his knees to his chest as he tried to block out his parent's screaming. He hated it when they got this way. He knew there was nothing he could do but try to drown out their voices. He jumped as something hit his door. He flinched as he heard the glass falling to the hardwood floor and breaking further. He gripped at his hair, clenching his eyes closed. He could not do anything to block out their voices this time.

He quickly found his jacket, cellphone and shoes. He threw the clothing on and quietly hopped out of his window. He opened his cell, starting a new text.

Stine, they are fighting again, is it all right if I stay the night again?

Soul waited for his therapist to reply, leaning against a tree in front of his house. If Stine had said no, he would have to stay at the park. He jumped slightly as his phone vibrated. He flipped it open and smiled, starting the twenty-minute walk to Stine's home.

XxX

"Ah, Soul. Come on in." Stine said with a smile opening the door to his client. Soul walked over the threshold, pausing. The house was as it always had been, but it still bugged Soul. All the furniture was custom, with two different colors of leather sewed together to make them look like they had stitches. It was the same with the wooden floors, two different shades of wood with huge staples keeping up with the stitches look. The walls were painted a gray and purple, with black stitch marks painted where the two colors met. Stine was a weird person, but he was an amazing therapist.

Soul made his way over to the couch, sitting down. His eyes were downcast to the floor. He knew Stine could look through his happy mask, so he never attempted to have it up when he was around him. Stine sat in the love seat across from him. Stine sighed and lit up a cigarette, watching Soul out of the corner of his eyes.

"Soul, what were they fighting about this time?" Stine asked calmly. Soul didn't look up at him as he answered.

"The same thing they fight about every other time. Mom thinks I'm depressed and Dad thinks I'm fine."

"Who do you think is right?" Stine asked, taking mental notes.

"How many times have you already asked me that?" Soul sneered, looking at Stine from the corner of his eye.

"I'll keep asking till you can answer me. So, who do you think is right?" Stine asked again, flicking ashes into his ashtray.

"I don't want to talk about this right now." Soul said after a few minutes. Stine nodded. He knew better than to push Soul. Still, something had to be done. He had been working with Soul for months, and was still no closer to his goal. He decided he would force it tonight.

"Soul, I know what you're looking for." Stine said as he put out his cigarette. Soul looked curiously at him.

"What do you mean? I'm not looking for anything." Soul was growing weary of Stine. Something inside of him told him he needed to run, get as far away from Stine as he could, but his body refused to move. Stine removed his glasses and stood, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Soul.

"Soul, you're looking for someone's acceptance. You're looking for someone to love you." Stine placed a hand on Soul's leg. Soul was scared now. He wanted to get away, but he knew Stine, who was sitting between him and the door, blocked his only means of escape.

"Stine, what are you doing" Soul asked in a weak voice, scooting away from Stine to the far end of the couch. Stine laughed, and followed Soul.

"Giving you what you want..." the older man pressed himself against Soul, pressing his lips to Soul's. Soul struggled, trying to get away from Stine, but he was too strong. He pulled Soul into a laying position in the couch, straddling him.

"Stine! Stop!" Soul yelled out. Sine just laughed at him.

"Why? You and I both need this..." Stine said before he pressed his lips to Soul's neck, causing Soul to whimper. Stine smirked and bit Soul's ear. Soul jumped and tried to push Stine away again.

"I don't want this Stine!" Soul cried out, fighting to get away from Stine.

"Yes, you do." Stine commanded, ripping Soul's shirt off. Soul felt tears come to his eyes. He knew he wouldn't be able to get away. He knew what was going to happen to him, and he knew that he was too weak to do anything to stop it.

"S-Stine... Please, don't do this." Soul begged as Stine removed his own shirt.

"Why should I? I know you need this as much as I do..." Stine bit at Soul's neck again, drawing blood. Soul yelled out in pain. He was crying harder, still trying to push Stine away.

"You know... struggling only turns me on." Stine whispered into Soul's ear as he unfastened Soul's pants. Soul gasped as the older man yanked his pants and boxers off. Soul tried to fight harder. He needed to get the man off of him. Stine laughed again, removing his own pants.

"S-Stop!" Soul cried out again as Stine lifted his hips. Soul wanted to vomit. He vision was blurring from his tears and his body was shaking in fear.

"No." Stine thrust into Soul. Soul screamed out in pain, trying to scoot away from Stine. Stine backhanded him. Soul thought he would black out, and wished he would. However, he didn't. He had to endure Stine thrusting into him repeatedly. Stine was grunting above him.

"F-fuck Soul! You're... Ah!... so fucking... tight." Stine said as he thrust. Soul saw stars flash across his blurred vision as Stine hit something inside of him. He cried out in pain as Stine hit it again.

"Oh, do you like this?" Stine purred as he angled to hit that spot over and over. Soul felt on the verge of passing out from the pain. He knew he was bleeding. He cried out again as Stine spilled his seed inside of Soul. Soul felt relieved because he thought that meant that Stine was done, but he wasn't. Stine kept thrusting. Soul felt his body becoming numb and welcomed the feeling, shutting down mentally.

This lasted for three hours. Stine finally pulled himself out of the bleeding boy. Soul just laid there, tears still running down his cheeks. He couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. He was completely numb. He couldn't see anything through his wide eyes. He felt something shatter inside him, sending wave after wave of pain through him. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. He wanted to die.

"See? Don't you feel better?" Stine asked as he dressed himself. He smirked at the boy and walked out of the room. Soul turned his head, watching him leave to the bathroom. Soul felt his body move again. He felt his clothes return to his skin. His body was moving on autopilot. He didn't know where he was going till he felt the cold of the night air on his face. He felt his feet hit the pavement as he ran. He felt the tears still running down his face.

He didn't know anything other than the fact that he had to get away. He ran until he couldn't move. He collapsed outside a huge iron gate. He looked up at the large black house before a calming darkness pulled him under.

XxX

A large black limo pulled up to the gates of the large home that belonged to Death City's mayor. He and his son were returning home from a vacation before school would start up again. The Mayor looked out the window when the limo stopped.

"Kiddo, will you go check out what the holdup is?" He asked of his son. Kid nodded and opened the door, walking around to the front of the car.

"Spirit, what's going on?" Kid asked. He looked at what Spirit was leaning over.

"Sir, I think this kid is dead." Spirit said in a low voice. Kid knelled down and pressed his fingers to the boy's still bleeding neck. He felt a weak pulse, and jumped up.

"Father! Get out here!" Kid yelled as he pulled the boy into a sitting position.

"Oh my. Spirit, put him in the limo. You and Kid take this boy to the hospital. I'm going to fix up a spare bedroom for him."

"Yes Lord Death." Spirit said, gently lifting the boy up and placing him gently into the back. Kid followed, sitting next to the boy. In the light of the limo, he could see scrapes and buses on his face. His shirt was ripped slightly, and was stained with blood along the neck area and in a few spots on the chest. Kid noticed that the boy's pants were unbuttoned and his heart dropped. He instantly knew what had happened to him.

XxX

"He should be fine. We have wrapped up his wounds and stopped the bleeding. He just needs to rest now." The Doctor told Kid.

"Is it okay if I go and sit with him?" Kid asked, looking over to the closed door.

"Sure. Let someone know if he wakes up." the Doctor said as he walked off. Kid opened the door quietly. He pulled a chair over next to the bed and sat down. Spirit walked in after him, closing the door.

"Do you want me to tell Lord Death that you will be staying with him?" he asked, looking the boy over.

"Yes please." Spirit placed a hand on Kid's shoulder and squeezed it slightly before he left again. Kid smiled at the boy. He didn't know who he was, he didn't know where he had come from, but he was in good hands now. Kid had never seen him before. He would have remembered that white asymmetrical head of hair.

Kid sat back in the chair and looked at the clock. It was noon already. They had arrived at the hospital at ten, and had found the boy a little after nine thirty. Had he been out there all night? A soft knock broke Kid of his pondering and a young girl walked in, carrying what looked like a boxed lunch.

"Hello Maka." Kid said with a smile.

"Hey Kid. How's he doing?" She asked, handing the lunch to Kid and looking the white haired boy over.

"He's sleeping now, but he should be fine when he wakes up." Kid looked over at the boy's face, hoping he would be.

XxX

Kid had been sitting there for the rest of the day. He was wondering if the boy was ever going to wake up. He was about to phone Spirit to talk to someone when he noticed the boy scrunch his eyebrows slightly. Kid held his breath as the other slowly opened his eyes.

"How are you doing?" Kid asked softly, not wanting to startle him. Kid froze as a red eye landed on him. The boy tried to sit up. Pain shot through him. He yelled out and fell back onto the bed.

"Don't strain yourself. What me to call the nurse?" Kid asked, reaching over to the call nurse button.

"N... no." The boy said in a weak voice. He looked over at Kid again.

"Okay... well, what's your name? I'm Death, the Kid." Kid said warmly, trying to ignore the asymmetry of his hair.

"I... I don't know." The albino answered, looking down at the blanket.

A/N: and that ends the prologue. Hope you like it. It was betaed by Karina. Please don't kill me if you like Stine... I actually love him! I'm going to do a cute StineXSpirit fic to make up for it!

Karina: … I'm not sure… I didn't even know you could write like that. I couldn't stop laughing.

Tsuki: Hey now, rape is no laughing matter... but thanks. ^_^