Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! All rights belongs to their respectful owner(s)
A/N: So I've been listening to Slow Down by Selena Gomez (good song) and I really like the beat and tempo of it. (To me, it sounded like something you'd hear in at a party or something) So of course, in my yaoi fangirl mind I thought of this... so be warned now...Yaoi lies ahead...
Prologue: Rosebud
You've left an impression me
Elizabeth's voice hummed through the headset pressed against his left ear. "How are things looking on your end?" Kid lowered his sunglasses and cast a sideways glance at the end entrance to the nightclub with his sharp golden eyes.
Patrons streamed in and out beneath the pink lights-lights shaped into gaudy bouquets of electric roses. "The target just went in." He spoke into the mic concealed in the raised collar of his coat. Leaning back against the grubby brick wall as if waiting for a friend to arrive, Kid checked his watch; it was almost midnight.
The time of day when blood began to flow and they moved into high gear. The rain had let up, but the air still felt like a wet blanket. A light breeze tainted with cheap tobacco and cheaper perfume caressed his cheeks.
A clinging sense of unease made him frown to himself. A woman was ganging out near the entranceway. She cast a meaningful look at him. He could tell at a glance that the short fur coat she was wearing was a knock-off.
Lace garters peeked out from beneath her micro-mini skirt. A pair of hip-high patent leather boots rode up on a pair of well-proportioned legs. If she camped out there much longer, she could start getting in the way.
Liz asked in a carefree voice, "What's the name of this place?"
"Rosebud. Does it have a crypt?" He heard a rustling sound in the headset as Liz went through her notes. She sighed, and he pictured the disappointment slant of her eyebrows. "Can't say. Not on the list. The nightclub's got a regular business license, nothing out of the ordinary...just a sec, I'm checking the blueprint."
The sound of her voice was replaced by the clicking of her keyboard. Kid glanced back at his watch; five minuets had past since the target. "Kid?"
"I hear you."
"We've got a problem. The establishment can be accessed from the other side of the street as well."
"Damn." He cursed silently, "I needed to know that five minuets ago!" He bounced off the wall and set off with long strides. If he'd been spotted, the target would've already given him the slip.
Kid sighed reproachfully to himself and hoped they didn't see him. The bouncer at the door gave Kid a good looking over and told him the cover charge. Kid didn't know if they had a dress code or what they passed "appropriate."
He looked around and took note of everyone's attire. Unnatural hair colors, torn shirts, Mohawks, plenty of chains, studded and spiked boots...they defiantly belonged here. By comparison, Kid wore his regular attire; the only difference was the large black trench coat her wore over his white shirt and dark sunglasses which he despised greatly.
The one thing that stood out was his hair; it blended in with the night sky but the three white lines threw it off. But he was born with those three lines.
He paid the cover charge; another big man who must've had a day job guarding the gates of Hell opened the door from the inside. Kid removed his sunglasses and walked into the club. The place was more packed than he had anticipated.
He wasn't surprised that there were two entrances. The music beat vibrated against the pistol that was in his pants pocket in case he needed it. The pounding rhythm and the husky vocals blended with low laughter and the background noise. A rusty red and green glow radiated through the swirling tobacco smoke above dancing patrons.
Kid carefully scanned the nightclub his eyes sliding from one person to another. The face of his quarry jumped to his sense. Vampires operated on a different wavelength then normal humans, with a bit of training, a hunter as advanced as himself could learn how to recognize it.
"Confirmed," he murmured into the mic as he walked up to the bar. The blasting music made it hard to hear anything. He closed his eyes in frustration and tapped the mic with his finger; the noise compensation system kicked in.
Liz's voice hiked up a few decibels. "What's he doing?"
"Dancing. Seems pretty laid back."
"Is this going to turn into another one of those long, drawn out affairs?" The wry way she said it made Kid arch his eyebrows. Like she was talking about an overlong dinner party. He had first period class the next day and would prefer to wrap things up ASAP.
Threading his way through the crowds, he muttered bluntly, "Wouldn't' bet on it. When the symptoms present and the throat goes dry, its impossible for them to hold it in."
"Yeah...The subtlety ends once things flare up. Take care of yourself..and Patty! Don't end up with another victim on your hands."
"I know, I know." At the bar, Kid asked the sallow-cheeked for a Sapphire Martini. He turned his head to the side so the headset wouldn't show. The barkeep didn't look to be in the best of health, but he wasn't one of them. The patrons mingling around the bar were all human too.
Kid looked at the sapphire martini and retreated with it to the martini to the corner of the room. Not letting the target on the dance floor slip from his eyes once. He leaned against the wall as he poured the alcoholic beverage into a plant next to him.
Even if he was of age to drink, he didn't care too much for the taste of it. As his eyes trailed from one person to the next, he got an odd feeling. Were all the patrons male? ...Of course, they had to be. The "women" were all men in drag! However "expertly" their makeup was applied, they still gave of the illusion of a drag.
Hard to believe, but possible. "Kid-kun, keep your eyes open." Patty said. Kid's eyes narrowed over back to the dance floor. But he felt a pair of eyes focused upon a brown hair around hid age -or a year older- with light brown eyes checking him out. And not covertly either. Kid looked down in his empty martini glass and began to chug it down as if there was alcohol in it.
This place was creeping him out. He felt a cold trickle of sweat work its way down his back. "Damn it all..." "Hmm? What's that ? You got yourself a crypt there, Kid?" He could tell Liz was joking with him. "No...this place is filled with drags and homosexuals..." A beat. Then raucous laughter assaulted his ear. It took all of his self control to keep from shouting back at her. "What's so funny?" he asked bitterly.
"Well, seeing how its called Rosebud...it makes sense. You'd better watch yourself." Kid gritted his teeth when he felt the presence of someone next to him. A teen who was about a foot taller than him leaned against the bar table, a smirk on his face. It seemed strange someone like this kid would be here. He looked normal, what any other typical high school boy looked like. Brown hair, light brown eyes, fair tan skin.
He wore a white dress shirt which was similar to Kid's (except three buttons were undone at the top) and black pants. Kid tsked in sight of this and back up against the wall. "Hello? Hello? Kid? are ya still there?"
"Quiet!" he signaled through a cough. The boy looked at Kid blankly which then turned into an intrigued expression. Kid's eyebrows knitted together. The brunette's head turned slightly and took a long drink of alcohol. Kid turned his attention away. No matter how "charming" this boy looked, he was still a guy.
Nothing worth gawking over.
"You here by yourself?" The boy asked, his voice soft like velvet. Kid felt irritated by this person and walked past them, sitting down at the bar. "I'll ask again, are you here by yourself?" The boy slid in the seat next to Kid facing the dance floor.
"Get lost. I'm waiting for somebody.."
"Pfft. You're not waiting for anyone. More like you're keeping an eye out for somebody," he said in an aloof, knowing manner. He leaned back against the bar. Kid's eyes widened a bit, but he knew he had to keep his cover. "I'm Soul,"
Soul's eyes narrowed like those of a cat curling up in the patch of sunlight.
"A single gut stands out in a place like this. You're a fresh face. And not putting an of-putting one at. The sharks are waiting for a chance to attack. Hard to make move when all eyes are on you. I wouldn't want things to get out of hand."
He spoke breezily, as if he knew the place like the back of his hand. He was sending off a very strong wavelength, but Kid tried to shake off the puzzling feeling. He scooped Soul out, but couldn't come to any firm conclusions. "What are you driving at?"
Kid said in a low, intimidating voice. Soul wasn't cowed in the least. He smiled sweetly. "Oh nothing. Just hitting on you. Just like you thought all along" "Not interested in guys like that. I'm just here on business."
"Sounds good." Soul grabbed Kid's slender arm and pulled him along to the dance floor. Kid muffled a violent shout. "Hey! Let me go!" "I'm only trying to cooperate. Look at things from my perspective."
They mixed in with the other couples dancing in the relaxed rhythm. Soul faced Kid and put his arm around his waist, pressing his body closer. "What the-"
"Keep looking in that direction," he whispered. Kid raised his eyes and saw his target among other couples. He was murmuring in his partner's ear, laughing and sharing a private, humorous moment. "What makes you think I came here to check him out?"
"But you were checking him out, weren't you? Hard to miss with that glint in your eyes. " Kid tsked to himself and reluctantly put his arms around Soul. W-what the hell am I doing, feeling up another male?!
"Hold me tighter. Look at me. Keep staring like that and you'll give yourself away." Kid cursed silently and sighed deeply. But he did as told, staring deeply in Soul's eyes but then glancing over to other couples in the club. Then back at his target. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
His target was making a hot and heavy play with his partner, indicating the back exit with his eyes and then drawing closer, cheek to cheek, murmuring sweet nothings.
Coaxing him into leaving together. Kid was so focused on the little romance scene playing out on the other side of the dance floor, he didn't even notice when Soul raised his face from his chest and pressed his lips to the nape of Kid's neck.
Slowly nipping its way around until Kid gasped quietly to himself, feeling his face turn red. He looked away from Soul with a coy expression "Ha..." Soul laughed quietly to himself, he kept his head down and took hold of Kid's hand, leading him off the dance floor and by the exit.
"I-I guess I owe-" Kid was silenced when Soul pressed his lips against Kid's violently. Kid stood, wide eyed, trying to process what just happened. He felt as Soul wrapped his arms surprisingly tight around the reaper's body, hands traveling up to his neck locking their lips so Kid couldn't escape the pleasurable feel.
Kid looked around feeling dizzy as he melted in the kiss. 'W-what's wron...g with me?' he through, his mind being fogged with intense passion for some odd reason. He then looked to Soul who had his eyes lidded. "So...ul..." He breathed through the kiss.
Soul parted their lips only inches apart, his arms not losing grip around the reaper. "Vampire hunter..huh?" Soul looked at Kid with eyes that seemed to slowly slip to the shade of crimson.
This seemed to confuse Kid as he watched as Soul's appearance change completely. His "brown" eyes faded away to a beautiful lusty crimson. His "brown" hair turned white as the snow that fell during Winter. His dirty smirk sharpened, making Kid smirk as well. He felt hypnotized by Soul...he had such an overpowering wavelength...
"You're mediocre if you've fallen for a vampire's trick..." his hands unlocked and slid around to Kid's torso, sneaking its way to Kid's side and to his thigh. He brought himself closer and teased Kid through the fabric. 'What am I do...ing?' Kid felt himself grow hard and pushed Soul away from him.
"St..op.." His hand pushed at Soul's chest making the albino grow confused. "T-this isn't right..I-I don't feel good..." Soul snickered softly to himself. "Ah, I see. So little reaper boy doesn't wanna play tonight. That's fine." Soul shrugged.
He snuck his arms around Kid's neck and whispered hotly in his ear, "I enjoy a good tease just as much as the next drunken bastard in this forsaken club." Soul smiled sheepishly in Kid's face and released his grip and slowly started out of the club. Without thinking, Kid followed behind.
"S-s-soul?" he called. Soul didn't bother to turn around but tuck his hands in his pants pocket, "I had fun little reaper boy, honestly, I did. I'll see you soon." From that day, Kid didn't see Soul. He had no contact with him. But that night, Soul made an impression on him.
A/N: Who else wants me to continue this sexy yaoi fantasy? Read, Review, Follow & Favorite.