His Tragic Ending
He looked at them. So happy, perfect for each other, everyone says, but he did not think so. He hated that bitch so much. She's the one who made his life trash. So worthless. She's the one who put the majority of people against him. Because she took the one he loved with all his heart. She was one of the only people he told hid deepest secret, and she used it against him. Since he is a death Reaper, he could only choose one lover to be with his entire life. And he made the mistake of telling her this love. This person was one of his best friends. That bitch does not let them near him. Not even for a second.
Everyone hated him, but a few people. His weapons, his father, his crazy professor and two others.
Each day, he was treated horribly. Being called names, being beat up. They did everything to torture him. They simply hated him for what he is. Gay.
That is why he is in the current state. A sharp object, a pocket knife in hand. The object was placed right above his wrist. Ready to cut. But as soon as it touched his skin, a knock was heard. He ignored it. Slowly, he let the object slice trough his bruised skin. That simple knock became louder, but he ignored it. He took a sharp intake of air, before gently moving the object upwards, an inch from elbow length, before removing the object from his arm. The knocking turned into banging and yelling, but he only observed the crimson coloured liquid ooze out of the wound he inflicted. Putting the object back at the beginning, he took a shaky breath. The banging and yelling was joined by another presence, doing the same. He just simply ignored it.
He put the object back in the gash, but going deeper. Much deeper. He then repeated the movement as before. He continued to observe the fluid ooze out, but thicker and faster than before. The banging and yelling was joined by one last presence. The one of his love. That's when he stopped. When time stopped. Everything went black.
The door had broken and the three presences toppled onto him, making him bend over. Right over the sharp object. Right over the pocket knife. It pierced through him. Right through his heart.
He thought, because he is a shinigami, that only his heir, his child could only defeat him. But he was wrong. He died by having a pocket knife pierce through his heart. He hoped that bitch was happy now, now that he was gone. But even though his body is no longer existent, his spirit and soul were still there.
And not long after his tragic death, his love fell ill. Very ill. So ill, that he died in no less than 1 year. His love had finally joined him. He could finally be happy. Forever happy with his love, even in the after life.
Yes, this was the death of the one and only, Death the Kid, along with his love, Soul eater Evans. May they be in peace.
Death the Kid- (03/11/95-01/01/10)
Soul Eater Evans-(05/14/95-11/11/10)
Bitch-Maka Albarn