Soul Eater aint mine bby.

A majority of the Soul Eater fanfics that I come up with can sorta take place anywhere in either cannons. Although I like to imagine this one in a universe where all the manga events have happened, but Death is still fine and dandy and Kid's lines are still half-way around his head. I'd place this maybe two years after the end of the manga.


Liz sat on her bed with her back against the mahogany headboard. Her meister, Kid, had managed to convince her to let him paint her nails. He was currently sitting cross legged across from her intensely focused on the job he had tasked himself with. He had insisted on placing a towel in between them as to not get any on the polish on the lush white covers.

Liz, on the other hand was keeping her eyes busy on a magazine. It was your average girly magazine with ads for makeup and cute dresses, celebrity gossip, and gorgeous male models. While flipping through the pages, a certain article caught her attention. 'How To Tell If Someone Is Gay' was written in big bold letters across the top of the page. Amused, she took a closer look.

1. Does he spend a lot of time in the bathroom? If he takes longer than you to get ready in the morning, then there's a high chance that he swings the other way

2. Is he fashionable? Gay men usually want to look good in what they're wearing. They also tend to wear their clothes tight, to show off their bod.

3. Who are his idols? 'I haven't met a gay guy who doesn't like Cher, Whitney Houston, and Paul O'Grady'.

4. His pointer finger to ring finger length ratio. -

Liz was smart enough to know that the majority of these articles were utter bullshit, plus, she'd read similar articles like this plenty of times before. She put the magazine down and began to watch Kid do his work on her nails. Her mind kept wondering back to the article, she couldn't help but wonder if Kid was gay.

She guessed it'd make sense. He did spend way too much time in the bathroom and he did wear tight clothing that 'showed off his bod'. She attributed the first one to his OCD, but the second? It was stupid to wonder about his sexuality. The realisation came upon her, she had never seen him try to get in with a woman.

Perhaps Kid really did like it up the ass. She wouldn't judge, she'd be proud of her Kiddo either way. Could she ask him? What would he say? If he was, then he'd tell her in his own time, wouldn't he? But then again, it was Kid, he wasn't one to talk about personal stuff, especially that kind of personal stuff. Kid was a generally a quiet person who kept his thoughts to himself. There was probably millions of things going through his head right now that she wouldn't even guess he thought about.

"I don't wish to intrude, but your wavelength is all over the place right now and I can't focus on your nails," The monotone voice of her meister interrupted her thoughts, "You don't want me to screw up, I'd have to restart."

"Sorry," She apologised quickly.

Kid raised an eyebrow and continued to paint the nails. She regretted letting him pick the colour, jet black. Unlike the reaper, Liz preferred colour than the monotone shades.

"Kid, could I ask you a personal question?" She inquired slowly.

Kid let out a small laugh, "Don't you do that on a daily basis?"

"Can I though?"

"If you must," He smiled.

Liz swallowed, "Kid... Are you, uh…?"

Kid furrowed his brows looking up, "Am I what?"

"Are you gay?"

A look of surprise plastered his face. He kept opening his mouth to speak, but closed it again.

Liz knew instantly that this had been a horrible idea, "I mean I was just curious you know, I read this article and I couldn't help but wonder! I didn't mean any offense or anything!"

"Yeah..." His reply was almost inaudible.

"Sorry?"

Kid regained some composure, "I assume by gay you mean I like men, yes?"

"Yeah."

"Well I wouldn't be lying if I said I found the masculine body to be aesthetically pleasing," He muttered, averting his eyes.

"So you are gay?" She clarified.

"Yes," He sighed.

"I knew it!" She blurted out.

"Thanks," His voice rich with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Kid, I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah, yeah. Hold still a moment, I'm almost done." He added a few more strokes of polish to her nail, "Done."

"Come here," She pulled Kid into a tight hug before he could escape the awkward atmosphere, "Patty and me love you no matter what, okay."

"It's 'Patty and I',"

Liz couldn't help but squeeze him harder at his correction, "Oh my God! Can you not! I'm in the middle of cheering you up!"

Kid let out a laugh, "Just promise you won't tell anyone, not even Patty. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning with my face plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the United States with the caption 'Reaper Gone Gay', alright."

"No problem, my lips shall be sealed."

Kid smiled warmly, "That's what I like to hear. Now get off of me before you get polish everywhere."

Liz reluctantly let go of the reaper, she couldn't help but smile, and it seemed to be contagious. Kid began to pack up everything he'd been using on her nails, but he did it with a smile. She watched him compulsively straighten up the things in her room while he put the cosmetics away. Kid was always a special case. Liz didn't know when she became a maternal figure for Kid. It seemed in Gallows Manor, she seemed to be the only thing keeping Kid and Patty in line.

After Kid was satisfied with the placement of objects in her room he jumped back onto the bed and plopped down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He was no longer smiling, "I've been thinking about this conversation and how it was going to go for the last three years, you know."

"Really?" Liz moved over to lay her head on his stomach, it rose up and down with his steady breathing.

"Yes really. To be perfectly honest, you're the first person I've ever told this, and by the gods was I terrified." Kid sounded like he was going to cry, "I mean, so much is riding on me. I need to be perfect, but I can't! There is no way in hell that I will be the perfect reaper."

Liz turned her head to look at him, "Kid, you might not consider yourself perfect, but believe me, in my eyes and everyone else's, you are an amazing person. You're smart, you're funny and you're kind. There's a reason that we're your friends, Kiddo, we love you. Me, Patty, Your dad, Maka, Tsubaki, Soul, and hell even Black Star."

Kid seemed to relax at that, "You need to give me that speech more often."

"I'll try to remember."

"Speaking of reminders, would you remind me to take that towel to the wash on my way out?" Kid asked.

"Nah, just leave it here, it doesn't have any paint on it or anything."

Kid sat up quickly, causing Liz to sit up also, "I cannot fathom how you are able to dry yourself with something so filthy!"

"It was literally just washed today!"

"Fine, keep it, but it must be washed after you use it. I will not allow dirty towels in this household!" Kid declared.

"You will never change."

Kid smiled sheepishly.

"So kid, tell me, who do you like?" Liz changed the subject.

Kid spluttered, "Sorry?"

"I said, who do you like?"

"Why would you be interested in who I like?"

"Because I missed out on fourteen years of carefree gossiping."

"It isn't any of your business who I like!" His voice got higher.

"But I'm your beloved weapon partner," She begged.

He crossed his arms, "I'm not telling, you would only laugh!"

"I promise I won't laugh."

"I don't believe you."

"Is it someone we know?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"It is!" She grinned, "Is it Soul?"

"No!"

"Killik?"

"No!"

"Ox? Harvar?"

"No! Quit saying names of random people I know!"

"That just leaves one person left!"

Kid averted his gaze, his face was as red as a tomato.

"Oh my God! Really!" Liz was ecstatic jumping up onto her knees, "Is it?"

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not!" She lied.

"Yes you are!"

"Seriously though. Black Star?"

"Yes, Black Star!"

Liz smile was so big it was beginning to hurt her cheeks, "Aww, you cutie!" She tackled him into another hug.

"Get off of me!"

"Never!" She yelled dramatically.

Kid could only smile, he didn't know what he'd do without Liz.