"Your innocence. So beautiful and fragile and weak." He hisses as he presses the small girl against the wall. He feels the panicked flutter of her heart against his abdomen, her labored breathing, and smells the sweet stench of fear. Her body is all but pushing him to devour her. As much as he would love to keep her around, her every action is simply pleading for his attention, raising a hunger hidden deep within the dark realms of the young shinigami. He closes his eyes as his razor teeth graze at the top of her ear, tearing at the fragile skin with little effort.

"Please stop this, Kidd." He hears her whisper in fright. Her shaking body awakens the darker side of him, the side that lives for the kill. A hand of his snakes up her body, sharp nails grazing delicate skin, as his fingers greedily snatch at her neck. The dark man grins as his free hand slides down her silky smooth thigh and cups it behind her knee. He nips at her cheek as he hitches her womanly leg around his waist, enjoying the heat her emotional body brings to his much colder one. He presses his nose to the hollow of her collarbone and inhales deeply, enjoying himself.

"You, my darling, have a marvelous aroma. I cannot decide whether the fear or the helplessness smells best on you." His grip on her neck tightens-to the point where he feels her struggle with the simple act of breathing-as he lifts her up to his eye level. All of a sudden, his viselike grip on her neck loosens the slightest amount. She cheers for a few seconds, catching her breath greedily, before she grows somber once again, for, with the recently unoccupied hand, he slides it down her other leg, lifts the thick limb, and hitches it around his hip. His eyes darken considerably as he presses himself against her. She squeezes her eyes shut, resisting a whimper, as his tongue rolls over her neck. With one hand, he holds both her hands above her head, while he grips her tiny waist with the other. His dark chuckle rumbles against her ear as his mouth hovers over her neck. She can feel something sturdy pressing against her through the thin fabric of her underwear, but she tries her best to ignore the detail.

After moments of roaming, his mouth decides to suckle the sensitive skin in the crook of her neck. She gasps involuntarily as he bites into the fragile skin, drawing a steady amount of blood. He freezes for a moment, before murmuring, "Of course, the scent cannot compare to the sight. I am unable to resist your shaking body, nor that terror that darkens your lovely green eyes." He pauses, feebly attempting to control his darker desires. Her scent is causing his mouth to salivate, anticipating a delicious feast.

With a deep sigh, he grips her neck once more as he sets her on her feet again. Catching his raging breath, he continues, "Or perhaps, it is the blissful heat your raging body brings to my own." The girl whimpers as he suggestively presses his body closer. "Please pardon me, I do not mean to be rude, but I simply cannot resist your attraction; it yearns for me. I must assure you that I am never this hurried when satisfying my desires. I am quite a gentleman when I am in much more... Lighter of moods. Now, if I could make you cry out..." He forcefully rushes his body against the little blonde, emptying her wailing lungs of the little air that remained.

Her eyes widen as her blood-darkened mouth attempts to form words futilely. He is simply amazed at the amount of vulnerability one tiny girl can exude; he truthfully regrets having to see the light leave her beautiful eyes. But he is unable to hold back. His sanity is depending on this girl. He will not be able to think, much less act properly, until he has devoured the weak human. Besides, at this point, he is certain that, even if he wanted to savor the girl, the raw hunger and need to dominate that gnaws at his soul would usher him to kill her. "I am sorry, my love, but one way or another, I must devour you." The choking girl weakly claws at the pale boy's neck. Let go! She thinks, Please let go, Kidd. Don't let it take over you! Fight it off! The darkness deep within the boy's eyes is chased away for the smallest of moments, replaced with an amused smirk, as he simply grins.

"So, there is fight left in you! So be it." He drops her. The blonde sags to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her up. Instantly, a coughing fit takes over her body as the cold air of the outdoors claws at her raw, needy lungs. She doubles over and retches, but her empty stomach has nothing to give up. "Ah! The glorious scent of helplessness! Pure bliss, pure bliss!" he claps his hands enthusiastically as he hovers over the helpless girl. "Come, dove! Stand on your feet! Feel free to fight me; I promise not to fight back. After all, I am not the type of man that enjoys the act of hitting women. I owe it to you." The blonde glares up at him as her breathing manages to get back to a somewhat regular pattern.

"Stop this, Kidd! This isn't you! Don't let it take over! Dammit, I thought you were stronger than this, you prick!" She pushes herself up with her knee, and wobbles onto her unsteady feet. As she examines the boy, for the first time, she notices the change in his clothing. His accustomed black suit is replaced with one of a much finer design, with three horizontal lines marring the sleek front. Instead of wearing a shinigami skull tie, he wears what looks like a flowing, ruffled white ascot. Five strange black lines mar his chin and mouth, giving his face an eerie resemblance to a skull. What really changed, however, was the fact that his usual, peacefully bored golden eyes are replaced with manic, lethal ones. Said eyes were currently looking at her with surprised curiosity.

"Pardon, my lady, but may I have the pleasure of knowing who said 'Kidd' figure is?"

The tiny girl punches him in the shoulder and cries out, "Soul! Where are you? I need your help!" Before the young man can ask who the Soul individual is, his eyes widen and he doubles over. The blonde instantly falls next to him, rubbing his back and giving the back of his head a worried look. Despite his unsteady state, she does not hesitate to aid her fallen comrade. "Is something wrong, Kidd? What is it?" As soon as she finishes speaking, his head snaps up. She is taken aback as his face nearly collides with her own. She gasps and resists the urge to recoil away from the boy. She shivers as her hands fall to her sides, her body suddenly unable to function properly. As she peers up at him, his golden eyes begin to take a much more insane appearance, and she shudders as his mouth twists into an impossibly large grin.

"Can't hold back, dear. I can't. Pardon. I'm not rude. Just. Need. To feed." He yanks on her thin hair, dropping her to the ground beneath him. He straddles her hips and presses his pale hands to her neck. "Sorry. So sorry."

And he is sorry. Something deep within him regrets having to kill such a perfect body; such a strong soul. But now, all is behind him. He feels tendrils of darkness filling his lungs, searching at his sore muscles, as they begin to kill his sanity. He all but screams in agony as the darkness claws at his soul, burrowing itself to the point where it might never come out. His skin is crawling. He looks at the small girl, and is only able to see red. His face hovers over hers as he pants, his lungs fighting for breath much like her own. He needs to kill. He needs that blood, covering his hands. Her heart, smearing the brick walls. He needs to taste her luminous soul, needs to gauge out her eyes and throw them at the taunting moon. Needs to string her intestines and pipe his pine tree. Needs to adorn this sin city with her bare body, and let the people know that he has awakened, and will restore the order, until the world becomes nothingness. "Forgive me." He whispers through a smile. "Pardon. Can't. Back."

By now, the world has become a blur for both. One is near death, the other is death. Both are losing their grip on their soul. Both need help. The boy is at an unsteady standstill, for his soul tells him to stop, while the thing is urging him to feed. It pains him to see the light in the girl's eyes fade to a flat green. He loves her light, so, so much, so why must she leave? Why can he not keep her? No, the real question is, why is her blood not drenching his hands?

The girl sees the world through a blurred veil. Her lungs are drying, and her thoughts have slowed down. Through lidded eyes, she catches a saddened glimpse on Kidd's face, an emotion that doesn't fit his current overall appearance. But she smiles weakly, and comes to the conclusion that she tried her best. She may have not become the great meister she wanted to be, much to her disappointed dismay, but she did manage to create a strong Death Scythe. Sure, he might be a couch-potato-like bum a good ninety percent of the time, but when need be, he had the selflessness of a knight in shining armor. As much as it physically pained her to give up, she was glad to have made a name for herself, to have been alive for such a short time and still been able to make her family name proud. I'll miss you, mama. You too, stupid papa. I hope I'll be able to see both of you again some day.

She glances up at the troubled shinigami one last time, before closing her eyes, a grim grin on her blood-darkened face. With her soul at unexpected peace, she closes her eyes, letting herself drift off to whatever came after this greedy world.

So, this is my first Soul Eater fanfic. Woo! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟWell, I honestly don't know why I posted this. I guess I just wanna see if my writing skills don't suck as much I think. This might become a full fanfic if I get enough feedback and motivation. With that being said, please review, guise. ∩( ・ω・)∩

Oh, and I obviously don't own Soul Eater. If I did, there'd be a lot more Kidd-Maka action.

-Rina