I do not own Soul Eater. Set in the anime verse, sometime around Asura's escape from Death City.

Pairings: Soul x Kid, Death x Spirit, one-sided Maka x Black*Star, and slight Justin x Giriko

Warning: Graphic nightmares ahead.

It was dark. The walls felt wet, and his hands came away red. His feet hit the slippery stone floor and he slipped, resulting in a burst of maniacal laughter from behind him. Rats and snakes and spiders crawled and slithered over his hands, and he wanted to scream but scarves wrapped around his mouth and muffled all sound. He clawed desperately at the obstacle cutting off his frantic breathing, his eyes rolled up, and his vision went fuzzy, a voice was talking and -

Death the Kid shot up from his bed, sweat making his hair stick to his skin. His heart hammered in his chest, and he barely noticed the fact that his fingernails had dug hard enough into the skin of his palms to create cuts that bled red. He stared, eyes not actually seeing anything, at the wall, before falling back into his pillow. After a moment of laying there, he crawled out from under the covers and tidied up his bed. He gripped the front of his sweatshirt, standing there and listening to the creak and groan of the old house. His heart continued to beat wildly, and he felt...shaky. Unstable.

Kid turned and crept out of his room, checking Liz and Patty to make sure the sisters weren't aware of his newest nightmare. Certain that his weapons were sleeping peacefully, he made his way up the stairs, wincing with each and every creak of the floorboards. Reaching the top of the landing, the young reaper stared at the double doors now in front of him; the only room on this level of the Gallows manor. His Father's room.

Taking hold of the shiny brass knobs, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside, feet immediately sinking into familiar, plush white carpets. The balcony window had been left open, and the cool night hair made him shiver, quickly crossing the room to his Father's bed, where he could vaguely see the shape of Death, chest falling and rising as he breathed steadily.

Kid crawled into the space next to his Father, glancing over to see that he'd woken the older god when he had come into the spacious room. His Father sighed moving the billowing covers over his shaking son and shifting to give him more room. Death could tell by the tears in his son's eyes that a nightmare had woken him, and he grasped the young reader's hands, warming chilled fingers as best as he could.

Kid fell asleep first, curled up next to his Father, feeling safe and protected among the white sheets and comforter.

Morning light streamed in through the window, waking Death in such a pleasant way that he was reluctant to move from his warm bed. He did so anyway, looking down to find Kid still asleep, blankets wrapped around his small form. It seemed his son had calmed down since last night, breathing now steady and heartbeat normal. Death smiled and carefully, quietly, slipped out of bed, opening drawers and his wardrobe to get ready for the day, opting to skip his usual morning shower, not quite wanting to deal with the sting of scars just yet.

He pulled on his cloak, mask in hand when he heard a yawn from behind him. He turned and gave his sleepy son a kiss on the forehead. This got him a whine and a hand swatting the old god away.

"Make the bed and then go eat something. I have a meeting today, so feel free to stay at home. I should be back soon." He walked briskly out the room before Kid could insist he eat something as well, leaving the young reaper in the room alone.

Well, he was alone before Liz and Patty barged in, jumping on the bed to try and get their meister up and awake (although he already was), Patty yelling something about pancakes and eggs.

I swear this has a plot, it'll unfold slowly though. :/ Please review?