A/N: So, yeah. Just an idea that came to me during Medieval Day at school. They kept talking about weapons and showing us them so . . . you know. Enjoy this little Prologue into the story~!
Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine. It belongs to the creator, anything I write should just be seen as an idea rather than fact.
Shinigami-sama waved the 6 year-old Kidd over to him beside Kidd's bed. "C'mon son, don't you want a bedtime story?" He asked knowing the answer he was going to be given.
Kidd's big, golden and gleaming eyes shone at his father in glee. He then ran over to him childish and endearing, in a way that made his honourable father laugh giddily along with his son in his usual happy and eccentric voice. Kidd jumped up onto his father's left, closest to his bed.
This was when Kidd did not care much for balance and symmetry; this was when he had a pure and innocent mind, one of a child's, because he himself was a child at this time.
"I'll let you pick one this time Kiddo." Shinigami-sama said generously. He pointed to the bookshelf so Kidd's eyes would follow. Usually at really childish but entertaining story would be picked, like The Tortoise and the Hare, so Shinigami-sama had no worries about letting his son pick this time.
Kidd was now kneeling on his father's lap and had his mouth open slightly in thought and awe at the books before him. There were so many, it may have been too much for his developing mind to take in. But in the end, Kidd's small face turned into a smile as he stumbled to get to a book out of the shelf with his small hands. It was too far up for the little Shinigami so Shinigami-sama helped his son pull out the book like a good father would and then placed it on his lap in front of his son. It was a big book with a brown leather cover; it looked old and smelled musty.
Kidd stared up at his father with a wide smile and ecstatic eyes as he waited for his father's approval. Whereas his father just stared a little awkwardly.
"Erm, Kiddo, I don't think that I should read you something like this." Shinigami-sama said trying to be gentle with his son's fragile mind.
Kidd's face dropped a bit. "Why not?" He said in his small and high voice that was laced with oncoming sadness. "Why is it there then?" He said pointing a small finger to the bookshelf with a small scowl.
Kidd's father ruffled his son's unique hair playfully and chuckled a little. "Because Kiddo. I wanted you to read it when you were older."
Kidd just stared with serious eyes at his father, but this stare to Shinigami-sama looked to him that his young son didn't understand what he was saying. "Kidd, you won't be able to understand. You won't get it, get it?" Shinigami-sama said waggling his finger.
Kidd just kept staring right at his father's mask.
"It's not for your age Kiddo." Shinigami-sama said in an attempt to persuade his son.
Kidd's poker face broke. "Please dad? Can we read this one?" He said complaining and whining like a child of his age would normally do, his hand latched onto his father. If his father didn't let him read it he was prepared to start the water works and guilt trip him. As a child, Kidd was very demanding.
"Are you sure Kiddo?" The death god said giving in to his son's complaints.
Kidd's face instantly went from a frown to the same wide smile from before. "Yeah, yeah, that one!" He said jumping around on the small space that he had, pointing with both hands at the book.
Shinigami-sama sighed and set the book down on his lap again and read the title when his son was comfortable and seated. 'The Creation of Weapons.'
Kidd made an excited squealing noise as his father turned the next page, reading the title again. He turned the page once again and Kidd could barely keep in his excitement, even though he didn't really understand the title. Shinigami-sama then began to read the first chapter.
A/N: Do you like what is there so far? Would you like it continue? Does it sound good?
If you would like me to continue please show me by reviewing~! I hope I can write more. I have some good ideas goin'.