Spatial Magic Gone Wrong! (Kid stuck in an alternate dimension?)

A/N: Hello my sweet butterscotch candies! I'm back with a brand new story! :D I'll still be continuing my story I.W.A.N.T.B.U.T. (and no, I did not plan for that to happen, it was just how the title's abbreviation turned out. You have to admit its kinda funny though.)

Anyhow, this is going to be a little side story I will write when I get writers block for I.W.A.N.T.B.U.T. ( it means ' It Was A Nightmare That Brought Us Together') So, I really hope you enjoy this little story of mine.

NOTICE: The main character's personality and attitude is based on me. (NOTE: That is the only thing based off me. My mother doesn't abuse me and my dad isn't dead. JUST THOUGHT I SAY)

I DO NOT own my friends nor their personalities. I DO own the school name, the plot, my OC's and well…myself.

I think you guys can figure out that I DO NOT own Soul Eater, but if you are one of those special candies that either is a complete idiot or is just too incompetent to actually understand ANYTHING, I DO NOT own Soul Eater.

Now. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Kid dodged and swerved as Free jumped in the air and came crashing down in the spot Kid was standing on only seconds before.

" Damn…" Kid groaned as he skidded back on his feet, gripping Liz and Patty in both hands, knuckles white.

His face was as pale as it had always been, but now it was covered in blood. He had a deep gash going across his stomach from one of the immortals claws. His healing powers had stopped the bleeding, but it still caused him a great amount of pain when he moved too much, which unfortunately was the only way to stay alive when fighting Free.

"Nake, snake. Cobra, cobra." Medusa chanted, raising her arms in the air behind Kid.

" Kid watch out!" Liz screeched, worried that her meister wouldn't hear her nor the dreaded snake witch.

"Vector Arrow!" Medusa called, shooting all the arrows at Kid. Kid jumped in the air just before he was skewered, yelling out in pain when one of the arrows shot through his leg. He made an abrupt turn and shot multiple soul bullets at Medusa.

"GAH!" Medusa screeched as she fell towards the icy water below the show-covered bridge.

Kid made a huge mistake fighting Free and Medusa alone, he already knew that. But they had injured Maka, what else could he do?

You could stay with her. Liz had said. She needs someone Kid. Everyone needs someone.

It was true that Kid liked the small, flat-chested scythe meister, but never told anyone. The only reason Liz knew was because …well, she's Liz.

He landed in front of Eruka unknowingly, and she trapped him against the side of the bridge with a new spell she unlocked. " Frog Tongue" which allows her to trap her opponents with sticky, tongue-like ropes.

Kid struggled with the bonds, but they never let up. His golden eyes reflected the hatred for the witch and the fear of getting sliced to bits by the immortal. Free walked up to him and stooped down so he was eye level with the shinigami.

" What's wrong? Scared little boy?" He sneered before slashing Kid's cheek with his claws, leaving deep cuts that oozed blood all over Kid' suit.

" I must admit that you are quite intimidating, but I believe I will beat you soon." Kid said calmly, though he would've attacked the werewolf had it not been for Eruka's spell. Free was confused. How could he be so calm at a time like this? That's when he noticed the glint in Kid's eye that told him he wanted nothing more than to kill the immortal.

Free smirked, and was about to say something, but Eruka beat him to it.

" Gecko, I think you should see if your work has paid off yet, Free. I'll help you with computation spells." Eruka chided, smirking along with her hat. Free smiled and nodded, but Kid's expression was of pure confusion

"What have you been working on?" Liz inquired, just as confused as Kid was. Patty was singing about giraffes eating lollipops. Free looked at them with a casual expression.

" Inter-dimensional Magic. It's a magic that will allow me to transport anything-or anyone into another dimension." He answered nonchalantly . Kid's eyes widened and Eruka released the bonds, but not before she smacked him hard across the face with another spell she had, ' Poison Nails '

Her nails had the poison of the Poison Dart Frog of South America. It would've killed a normal human, but being a shinigami had its advantages. The poison only temporarily paralyzed Kid, but it was still a great disadvantage in this situation.

Eruka's bonds retracted and left a paralyzed shinigami in their place. Kid could barely move his fingers, and he certainly couldn't move his hands. He watched as Free walked up and reverted back to his original form before sticking out his arms.

" Wolf wolves. Wolf wolves. Inter-Dimensional magic, activate."

"Magic calculation." Eruka added. The area around Kid began to glow as they continued with their magic.

" Magic Calculation complete."

" Inter-Dimensional Magic transitions complete. Ripping Space commencing. " Free muttered, his arms still extended. Kids face was even whiter in the bright light that was glowing around him. He began frantically looking around for some way to get Liz and Patty to safety. If he died he didn't want to bring them into it.

He realized he had finally begun to regain control of his hands, and as soon as he figured it out, he swung them to the side and tossed the twin pistols just outside the glowing circle.

" Kid!" Liz and Patty yelled as they reverted back to their original forms. Kid smiled at them, sending a message that he would be alright.

" Ripping Space complete. Inter-Dimensional Rip, ACTIVATE!" A large hole appeared under Kid and he was engulfed in a large beam of light. The last thing he saw brought tears to his eyes.

Medusa ripped his two pistols to shreds before they could even blink.

He cried out for them as he was engulfed in a now blue light and the rip in the ground sealed above him as he faded into unconsciousness.

-Meanwhile...in Bedford, Virginia...-

"Owww..."

" Well if you would hold still for 10 seconds I could get to the damn thing."

" But it hurts..."

" Yea, get over it."

A girl who was about 14 years old was trying to bandage a large,bleeding gash on a boys leg. The girl's name was Kiki. She had no last name. The boy's name was Michael Green, and he was also 14. Somehow, Michael had managed to fall off a sidewalk and have a rather large piece of unused aluminum siding dig into his leg.

Michael was a boy of about 5'5''. He had messy blond hair that would NEVER stay in one place, clear blue eyes with darker blue flecks in them, and pale skin. He was wearing an olive-green t-shirt with blue jeans that now had a rather large hole in them, courtesy of the freaking siding. He also wore black and blue shoes, Kiki's favorite. Mostly because they were their schools colors. He had known Kiki for as long as he could remember, and that was a ways back.

Kiki was a tall girl, about 5'8'', and she was brute, fast, and extremely sarcastic. She had probably the craziest hair colors, yes, colors, that anyone had ever seen. Her hair was bleach blond and had two lime green stripes in her hair, as well a purple roots. The rest of her hair was either blue, pink or blond. Basically in random order. She also had piercing green eyes that changed color according to her mood. Her skin was rather tan and she had many scars going up her arms, legs, and back.

She was wearing a black, 2-inch, v-neck tank top with a blue,open 'Florida' hoody, a pair of skinny jeans with many holes in them and her favorite rainbow DC shoes. She wore her iconic Soul Eater necklace, along with silver feather earrings.

"There, now was that so hard?" Kiki asked him as she cut off the bandage with the piece of siding and tied it around his leg.

" Yes. Yes it was." He said as he stood up, wincing as he put pressure on his leg.

" How do you manage to fall off a sidewalk anyways?" She asked, getting up and helping Michael up, only to have him fall down again and land on his butt.

" I have no freaking clue." he said as Kiki wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held his wrist, pulling him up and helping him walk. He leaned against her and tried to walk with his one good leg.

" Well, you can stay at my place tonight, considering it's getting dark already." Kiki offered, and Michael nodded, noticing that the sun was already going down, casting a large shadow upon the tree-infested hills of Virginia.

She led him to her current 'home'. It wasn't much of a home. More like an abandoned apartment complex that she lives in to escape from her family. Her father died when she was young and her mother abused her until she met Michael. His family offered to take her in, but she refused, picking out a nice little place on her own.

She maneuvered through the rotting door and stared at the cobwebs, rotting floorboards, layer of dust on everything except herself and Michael, cracked walls and scattered carcases of dead bugs.

" Home sweet home." she muttered to herself. Leading Michael up the dreaded stairs was more of a chore than an inconvenience, and she finally just picked him up bridal style and carried him up the stairs. She wasn't strong. In no way shape or form was she strong, with the exception of her legs. Michael was just a toothpick, that's all.

A skinny, 99 pound, 14-year-old toothpick with a completely irrational sense of optimism.

She brought him to the top of the stairs and set him down.

" You know I really hate it when you do that." he muttered, a glint in his eye that could kill.

She smirked at him and rolled her eyes, stopping them when they landed on Michael. " And I...do not care."

She helped him walk down the hall and to a door that was bright blue with green dots on it. She put her hand on the door knob and turned it, pushing the door open and letting the smell of vanilla and strawberries hit them head on, more inviting than the smell of the rotting apartment complex.

"I still don't understand why you live here." Michael muttered, limping over to the couch and sitting down. Kiki flipped on the lights and shut the door.

" You know very well why I live here" she retorted, walking into the open kitchen and pulling out two cream sodas and a bottle opener. She popped the top off both and walked over to Michael. She gave him a soda and sat down beside him. She grabbed the remote and flipped on ESPN, where the Broncos were playing the Steelers. So far the score was 17-13 Steelers.

" I thanked your mom for renovating this place, right?" Kiki asked between swallows. Michael took a long drink and nodded.

" Yea."

Kiki sighed and went to take another swig, but remembered something. "Hey, don't you need to tell your mom you're staying over?"

Michael nodded and pulled out his phone. He quickly dialed his mom's number and began speaking.

" Hey mom. I'm going to stay over at Kiki's tonight."

There was a pause.

Michael sighed. " Mom. I'm not going to fall through the floor. You put new ones in, remember?"

More silence.

" MOM! I HAVE MORALS YOU KNOW. KIKI WOULDN'T ALLOW IT ANYWAYS!" He screamed at the phone.

Kiki's face paled and she sat up and walked to her room, deciding to leave Michael to deal with his weird- yet awesome -mom. She walked past her many posters of Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Big Bang Theory to the window and stared at the darkened streets below her.

She had Michael, true, but she secretly wished that something would just...come along and throw a surprise wrench in her life. For so long she'd been living in a rut. True, she'd get Michael's genius mom to come over once in a while and repair some floors and walls, maybe install a light or two, and she'd just sit and paint. True they shared many things, like the fact that both their dad's died when they were young. True, their dad's were very powerful.

And she missed both of them.

The ghetto in which Kiki lived was filled with abandoned buildings, some of her friends lived in these buildings, running away from their home life. She'd gratified almost every one of their homes for them. She sighed, gazing at the street below when a bright flash went off.

She gasped and turned away from the blinding light, shielding her eyes as the light grew brighter. When the light died down she saw a small, bloody and beaten figure in the road. She bolted from the room, past a startled Michael and out her door.

She ran past her painting rooms, some complete, some not, before she came to the fireman's pole at the end of the hallway-something else Mrs. Green so kindly installed. She gripped the pole with her hands covered by her jacket sleeves and slid down, hitting the bottom with a crunch due to all the dead bugs.

Kiki bolted for the door and out into the cold October air. She shuddered and pulled her jacket sleeves up around her hands as she ran towards the bloody figure. When she approached she gasped and her caring and motherly side took over. (Due to many days in the Green household she presumed, as she was not normally like this)

The first thing she noticed was that he had the three Lines of Sanzu in his hair, she smiled, but then frowned.

How did Kid get here? And since when was he real?

Eventually she decided that either this was an amazingly accurate cosplay, or she was going nuts.

Probably both.

But then she realized that cosplayers don't give off random flashes of light. Kiki shook her head and decided to think about it later. She took off her jacket and shivered, the cold air freezing her skin and making it hard to move. She gently picked up the shivering boy and wrapped him in her jacket. He still shivered, but it was less noticable.

She picked him up and placed him on her back, gripping the underside of his knees as she move forward to keep him balanced. His head rested on her shoulder and she began making the short journey to her room. She kicked open the door and walked in, scrunching her nose up at the smell.

I'll have to clean down here...again.

Kiki kicked the door shut and walked towards the stairs , making sure that Kid didn't fall backwards. After the treacherous climb she walked to the end of the hallway and through her still open door, once again kicking the door shut. Michael looked at her.

" Do I even..?"

" Found him in the middle of the road after a weird flash of light...no. you really don't. Now get your ass off the couch."

He blinked a few times and limped over to the wall. Where he grabbed a random piece of wood left from one of Kiki's art project and used it as a cane. Kiki laid the unconscious Kid on the couch and knelt beside him. His face was streaked with tears and he was muttering things about Maka, Liz and Patty.

Kiki got up and went to her bathroom, grabbing the giant first aid kit and jogged back to the couch. she quickly removed her jacket and tossed it to the floor beside her.

" Is there anything I can do?" Michael asked, walking up with the 'cane'.

" Yea." Kiki answered, busy taking off the shinigami's jacket and shirt to expose the deep cut in his stomach. " Go get me some towels and a bowl full of cold water."

" Okay." He said and hobbled off to complete his task. Kiki continued to work on cleaning Kid's cuts and wounds, feeling bad for the boy when he whimpered in his weird sleeping/unconsious-but-consious state. She began to notice how his stomach began to stitch itself back together.

So he's the real deal huh. Interesting.

She took off Kids shoes and socks and set them beside the door when Michael came back with towels and a bowl of water, the cane discarded somewhere between here and there. Kiki grabbed the first towel and dipped the end in the bowl. She wiped away most of the blood on Kid's face and noticed some scars along the right side. She quickly cleaned and bandaged them.

"I've never seen you care so much for someone before..." Michael pointed, noticing Kiki's unusual attitude towards the boy.

"I'm not completely cold-blooded you know." she muttered as she worked.

About ten minutes and three bloody towels later, Kid was all bandaged up and was lying on Kiki's bed. Kiki sat on his left and watched him, making sure nothing happened to the boy.

Michael went to the guest room and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, which held a few changes of his clothes as well as some pajamas, for when something came up and he had to stay at Kiki's. He changed into a pair of long green pajama bottoms and a plain blue shirt. after he brushed his teeth he went to Kiki's room

"Hey, I'm going to bed. Night."

Kiki looked up from her perch beside the sleeping reaper. "Night. Hey," she pointed a finger at him. " Pancakes in the morning. Usual?"

Michael nodded. " Usual." he replied before giving a two finger salute and going back to the guest room.

Kiki looked down at the boy who was curled up with his head in her lap, oblivious to the world as he lay in-between the fluffy covers. He was still muttering things about Maka and the pistols. Tears occasionally fell from his eyes.

She patted the boy's head softly as her mind wandered back to the biggest question on her mind.

What in the hell is happening?

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this story my little candies:)

I think Kid's gonna be a little OOC this story, but I have things planned. :)

Thanks for reading!

-Nova