Hehe... another one.

Chapter warnings: Swearing, brief mentions of yaoi.

Soul Eater Evans knocked on Death the Kid's front door. Maka kicked him out of the house for the night with a backpack full of clothes and a pillow, because all the girls were having a slumber party. Since Blackstar was out in the mountains training, Kid was his last and final choice.

The door opened to reveal a half awake Kid, in black short shorts and a ruffled white button up shirt. He looked up at Soul with half lidded eyes. "Yes Soul? What is it?" he yawned.

'That… so fucking adorable.' Soul thought to himself before shaking his head. "Uh, Maka kicked me out because the girls are having a sleepover. And since BS is God-knows-where, I was hoping…" Soul sighed. "Can I stay the night? I won't make much noise or try to intrude to much."

Kid's eyebrows furrowed together, and he stood for a few minutes in thought, eyes still half lidded. "If you don't mind sleeping in my room, then you can stay."

Soul almost dropped his pillow from what he was hearing. "W-What?"

"We're remodeling the bedrooms and the living room, so unless you want to sleep in one of the girl's rooms…"

"No!" Soul shook his head furiously. "I-I'll sleep with you." He internally sighed, his face turning pink slightly.

"It sounded so wrong when you said that." Kid giggled. Soul looked down at the slightly shorter boy, face turning pinker than before. "Come on then…"

Kid went to take a shower before bed, so Soul was left to explore the shinigami's room. Soul found weapon holsters, weird pictures, and was careful to put everything back exactly the way it was before… until he came across a black leather book.

Soul opened it and started reading.

Dear Journal, Day 1,

I did it again, I cut my arms. Symmetrically of course. Ever since I found out about… it, I can't seem to stop. I'm unsymmetrical trash, a Kishin-Shinigami half-breed. Not to mention my little crush.

Dear Journal, Day 2,

I can't stop. I tried to tell people, drop hints, but none of them can see the pain I'm in. I think subconsciously, I want to be saved. By who, I cannot say, but I hope he notices soon. There, I admit it, I'm gay.

Dear Journal, Day 3,

I can't let Liz and Patty become my weapons. I have just found out the horrifying truth about Death Scythes.

Dear Journal, Day 4,

I can't get over it. I can't get over him. No matter how much I try, no matter how many times I look away, I can't stop looking back.

Soul heard footsteps and he quickly placed the journal back where he found it and sat down on the bed.

Kid walked into the room in the same black shorts as earlier, but this time, he was shirtless. Soul stared at Kid's arms, and sure enough: there were symmetrical cuts running up the pale skinny limbs.

"Kid… stop." Soul said in a deep voice. Kid looked up at the weapon, eyes full of confusion before looking down and seeing his arms.

"…Don't tell the others Soul." The shinigami whispered.

"Why? I thought you wanted-" Soul's eyes widened as he came to a realization. 'Oh my god… I'm the one he has a crush on.'

FUCK YES. YAOI FO DA WIN!