I don't own Soul Eater or it's charact- Do I really have to do this?
Chapter 1
In Gallows Mansion Kid made sure they all woke up early exactly at eight o' clock, ate eight perfectly square waffles, were dressed in their clothes that were ironed and starched to perfection and that they still had time to check the house for any disorderly items.
Except today was different. Liz and Patty woke up late, they didn't know how to cook, and Kid wasn't even there to iron their clothes.
"Where the hell is that no good little snob!" Liz yelled stomping an her feet.
"I don't know sis but I sure am hungry, giraffes don't taste as good as Kid's waffles." Patty sniffled and held a half eaten giraffe.
"He's always trying to be perfect! What happen now!?" Liz growled.
"Your turning red!" Patty giggled and pointed at Liz.
"I'm going to see what he's doing?" Liz ignored her sister in favor to stomping up the stairs angrily.
Liz stopped at Kid's door and made sure even through her anger to knock eight times.
"That's weird." Liz mumbled.
"What's weird sis?" Patty asked rocking back on her heels.
"Kid always answers his door."
"Kid!" Liz yelled out.
On the other side of the door Kid was frantically talking to Lord Death in his huge mirror and the only thing different about his was the fact that he had a long striped beard that reached his feet.
"Father, it's not coming off!" Kid grabbed his hair.
"Oh dear, I was sure that burning it would come off." Lord Death said to himself, "You'll just have to leave it there till it falls off.".
"What!?" Kid fell to the ground and beat his fists repeatedly.
"Calm down Kiddo." Lord Death waved his hands with a visible sweat drop rolling down his white mask.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Kid repeated angrily, "How am I suppose to calm down when I look like I stepped out of badly written children's play!" he sobbed.
"Just stay home, your Father will find a way to help you." Lord Death beamed.
Sniffing and horrible snorting was all you could hear until Kid could stand up without falling, "Really?" Kid asked hopefully.
"Yes! I gotta go but I promise I'll talk to you later." Lord Death clicked off hurriedly.
Spirit looked up from his dirty magazine concealed behind a history book, "Is everything alright, Lord Death?" The red haired man was struggling not to stray his from the white mask back to his magazine.
"Poor Kiddo, he doesn't stand a chance against Shinigami Puberty." Lord Death lowered his head.
"Yeah...poor Kid." Spirit said distractedly.
"At least it will be amusing." The masked man turned back towards his mirror and you could feel his non-existing grin.