Hey guys, it's me, Rainy! I'm here, with a story. it's sad this time though, real sad.
pairing: Soul Eater Evans and Death The Kid
Soul sighed as Kid walked over to him as the scythe sat on the edge of the bed. The reaper was obviously trying to cover his pain with a masking smile. Kid gently tugged on Soul's arm. "Soul? You never smile anymore...promise me that you'll smile more?" He asked quietly. Soul gave Kid his famous crooked grin, the one the ill shinigami loved so dearly, as Soul gave him a hug. "For you? I'll try, Kid."
"I promise."
That phrase rang through his thoughts for days. It would never go away, Soul knew that clearly. Even eight days later, despite everything, he smiled like a fool as he walked down the streets. He heard the people commenting on his admittedly eerie grin. They spoke such rude things. "Ugh, do you see him? Here, let's cross the street." And "jeez, he's SOOO creepy! I bet he's a psychopath." Soul wanted to beat their fucking skulls in. But he didn't, just kept smiling. He paused by the park, and kneeled down to pick a beautiful, blood red rose. A group of teenagers walked by him as he stood.
"Hey dude, who's the flower for?" One of them demanded. Soul glanced at them. "It's for someone very dear to me." He replied, holding it close. One of the boys snorted at him. "What are you, gay? Man up, you pussy!" He spit angrily, wrenching the flower away from the shocked scythe, before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it. The dirtbag then trotted off with his group, chortling about the cruel act.
Soul just smiled; he promised Kid he would. Tears stung his eyes as he stared at the wrinkled petals littering the ground, but he didn't let a single one drop, not yet. He smiled his crooked grin, and simply went straight for his initial destination. As he passed the stones, he eventually found the one he was looking for. He sat down on the grass in front of it, he brushed a few leaves away, and reread the plaque for what seemed like the millionth time.
Here lies Death The Kid. Loved and adored by many; stolen from us by sickness. Died at the healthy age of 17.
Soul simply smiled, tears running down his face. "H-hey kid. How're you holdin' up? I've kept my promise. I'm smiling more. But you didn't keep yours...you promised you'd live... But now you're gone... Oh god, why..." He used one sleeve to try and dry his tears as he choked out each word. "i tried to bring you something. But the world is cruel. Some stupid guys destroyed it." He said quietly. He sighed. "I gotta go now Kid. I WILL bring you something tomorrow. I promise. And you know i keep my promises. I love you, Kiddo-kun." And with that, he got up a walked away. His tears fell free now.
But he just smiled