Author's Note: Salve! This is my very first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy! Please leave reviews so that I can develop my skills as a writer :3 Everyone's comments and ideas will be read, pinky promise. I promise on the river Styx! Thanks for reading 3
NOTE: I do not own any characters or places or anything from the Soul Eater franchise. There will be multiple OCs in this story as it progresses.
PS. I say Death the Kidd. I like the extra 'd'. So, I'm sorry if it bugs you.
My insides felt like they were shaking. I didn't know why.
"Is something wrong, Kyle?" My partner, Alex, asked. We were sitting in the DWMA cafeteria, at a table in the corner. No one was near us. No one wanted to be. I was the youngest kid ever to be admitted into the DWMA, and Alex had a very demeaning appearance. And, we'd only been here 2 weeks.
He wears all black and his dark pink-reddish hair falls over his stale blue eyes most of the time. But despite his appearance, Alex is a very kind person. Me on the other hand, I may look like a sweet innocent little 11 year-old girl with light purple hair and bright gray eyes, but I could tear you to shreds in 17 second. My partner and I are the 4th strongest pair in the EAT program at DWMA. We are THIS close to being 3rd strongest. Because in 2 days, Alex and I will be fighting Black*Star and Tsubaki to see who is stronger. In the mean time, I try to focus back on my food. And my insides, which are still shaking.
"Are you seriously alright, Kyle? Should I take you home?"
"I'm fine, Alex. Just, let me eat." I picked up the sandwich Alex had packed me that morning. (He makes breakfast and lunch, I make dinner.) It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, as usual, and I was about to bite into it when a pair of pale hands came from behind me and shifted the sandwich so I bit right in the middle.
"Keeping it symmetrical?" Alex said, looking behind me. My insides weren't shaking anymore. They were just warning me that people were approaching where I could not see.
"Were your hands clean, Kidd?" I asked, still looking at my sandwich. Patty and Liz Thompson sat down across from each other at the round table. Death the Kidd did not sit down. If he sat down, the amount of people sitting at the table would not be symmetrical. I felt his hand on my head, fixing the part in my hair.
"Of course. I'm glad you straightened your lunch on the table so its aesthetically pleasing. How has your day been?" Kidd walked over behind Patty, straightening her lunch. She squirmed in her room, trying to stay quiet.
"It's been decent. We got a new move down." I looked at Alex, then took another bite of my sandwich, making sure to keep it symmetrical.
"I hope it helps in your fight against Black*Star. Is it possible to shave off both his shoulders? Get rid of that horrible tattoo and keep him symmetrical?"
"I don't think that's allowed." Alex replied, eating his own sandwich.
"Darn. Maybe another time." Kidd started to walk around the table towards Liz, but she quickly shoved all her lunch in her bag.
"You are not touching what I worked so hard to prepare. I'm going to sit with Maka." Liz stood up and started to walk away. Patty hurriedly packed, making weird noises as she did, and followed her sister.
"How rude. Sorry to have to leave so suddenly, Kyle, Alex. We were going to go to Maka and Soul's place later, want to join us?" Kidd stood behind where Liz used to be sitting. I exchanged glances with Alex. He nodded.
"Sure. If it's okay with them, of course. I've never met them before." I looked at Kidd. He was one of the only people that welcomed me and Alex in with open arms. We were freshmen at the academy, and the only new members to the EAT program this semester. To everyone but Kidd and his partners, we were outcasts. Kidd nodded, and walked away. "Do you think we should be doing this?" I asked, looking at Alex.
"It'd never hurt to try and make more friends."