Hello! Wow, I haven't been on fanfiction since I was a wee young fifteen year old. Well, my old account has been destroyed unfortunately, so I had to open a new one with my fiction press account. But it's alright, I like starting new.

Well, this idea came to me while I was sitting in bed bored at 1:00AM. Bored and sick I might add. I had been trying to write a good new novel but I never got farther than the first chapter, so I decided that maybe writing some fan fiction would help my writers block, and since I recently got addicted to Soul Eater (Btw you don't have to read this Author's note just skip down to the story...) I decided to write about my favorite character. Then of course I got writers block AGAIN and my "V" key decided it didn't want to work so I started bashing it until it did. Fortunately my short temper inspired me to begin writing about an irritated Kid(Quite honestly I'm not sure if Kid would ever have the patience to write a book but hey, anything is possible.) who's going through the same crap as me, and what I thought was going to be a short one shot about the hell of being a writer evolved into a story, and now, I present to you,

~*Keyboards and Writer's Block!*~

"Dammit! I can't think of a single flipping thing! This is hopeless! I'll never be an awesome writer, and what's more is that the V key is broken! It won't type! I smash it and smash it and…"

"This is the worst sentence ever written. Ever." Kid mumbled to himself as he stared at the computer screen, head in his hands as he contemplated throwing the whole damn thing out the window. The deadline that he set for his novel is in a month and he doesn't even have one proper sentence written down. What's worse is that each key on the keyboard is slowly getting harder and harder to press, which has already resulted in two keys being ripped off and super glued back on when he couldn't figure out the damn contraption underneath the stupid plastic piece of crap.

"They said for me to write from experience, but so far my experience consists of having a cat scare me to death at three in the morning and having coffee thrown at me at six in the morning. Then of course there's the damn V key…" He tapped the V key consistently, counting how many times he had to slam it before it typed. Last time it took him thirty two hits before it finally spit out the stupid letter.

"1…2…3…16…18…23…82… DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" He slammed his head onto the keyboard when he realized it had finally happened. The V key finally died on him. He was in tears, which could possibly cause the keyboard to short circuit and shock him in the face, and with how his luck was going today, there's a good chance of that happening.

"It's not like V is a letter you use constantly! I tap you maybe twenty times a day! That's an extremely, unbelievably minute number to die on considering you're only two years old!" He yelled at the keyboard, rage in his face as he began slamming it with his head more and more until…

"Um, kid?" Patty peeped her head into the door to see what exactly was going on in his room.

"What do you want, Patty?" Upon seeing him face down in the keyboard, she randomly burst into a fit of laughter once she realized her perverted mind had been wrong yet again.

"Oh nothing, just making sure no pedophilia was going on in here… Whatcha doing?"

"I'm trying to write a book and failing."

"Oh. Why didn't you just try that thing I told you to do?"

"Patty, I'm not doing that."

"See, that's why you can't come up with any ideas. The blood isn't in your head right now, so you need help thinking."

"I think you need help thinking. I'm not hanging upside down for an hour. I'd get a headache then I wouldn't be able to do any writing at all."

"Well it doesn't seem like you're making much progress anyways." Patty looked over Kid's half lifeless body to read the text upon the screen, "Heck, I don't even know what language you're writing in."

Kid shot his head back up to the screen to examine what damage he had done to his word processor as he was banging the bloody hell out of the keyboard. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as he thought. In his mind he may have accidently hit a hot key and opened up some weird website or something, but his random button pressing remained in the word processor and sort of looked like a monkey randomly smashed the keyboard repeatedly with a banana.

"The V key broke so I was hitting it trying to make it work again."

"You know I think the reason why the keys keep breaking is because you keep on smashing the keyboard with your head." Patty put on her most serious face that she could possibly have, then turned to Kid, whose face just sort of silently asked her to leave the room so he could die in peace along with the keyboard. Of course she didn't leave, but he still wished she would have.

"My idea is that if the keys stop breaking, I wouldn't have to give myself a head injury every time I go to write."

"Well if you'd stop banging your head on the keyboard that would solve both problems!" Patty closed her eyes and gave him a cute cat face, satisfied with herself in the fact that she may have solved Kid's problem. Kid straight faced her and pointed to the door sternly.

"Out. Now." Patty opened her eyes with surprise, upset that he was disappointed with her, and then proceeded to stick her tongue out at him before balling her hands into fists and leaving with a grumpy attitude.

Kid looked back at the mangled keyboard before giving out a silent sigh and unplugging it, figuring it had had its day and was done for. However, as he looked back at the desktop and saw that all the pain and anguish this damn thing had caused him was written fine and simple upon the computer screen, he figured it deserved one last good beating.

He opened up the window that was next to his desk and threw the confounded piece of worthless mechanical junk into the open air all while screaming "Die you rotten asymmetrical bastard!" at the top of his lungs as it landed, no, smashed into a million pieces upon the concrete below.

Now that he thought about it, an even worse punishment for it would have been giving it to Black*Star as a gift. Not only would it have to put up with his obnoxious egotistical behavior, but it would also probably be smashed into more than just the ground after the first use.

Not long before his temper tantrum with the keyboard had finally ended for good, Kid heard an uncontrollable laugh coming from downstairs, which could have only been Patty, followed by the sound of running footsteps coming up the stairs and towards his door.

"Kid! What the hell just flew out of your window?!" Liz yelled the moment she opened the door.

"That damn keyboard. I was sick of it." Kid crossed his arms and sat down at his desk, staring at the bookshelf next to him and pouting.

"It couldn't have been so bad that you had to throw it out the window. Patty thought it was a bird falling off the roof." Liz crossed her arms and stood in the doorway as the laughter from downstairs quickly escalated until it too was in the room with the group. Patty walked through the door and collapsed upon the floor, cracking up still as she held her stomach and pointed to the ceiling.

"It... It… It was so funny, like, I was sitting by the window watching TV, and then… and then… and then it was like Whooosh! And the birdy fell down and went boom! But then… But then I saw it wasn't a birdy, it was Kid's keyboard, flying and falling!" She roared into her uncontrollable laughter yet again, leaving Kid very, very, very upset with the duo who barged into his room unannounced.

"I'm gonna go to the store and buy a new keyboard. I'll see you guys later." He got up from his position in the chair and walked towards the door, but not before Liz put her arm out to stop him.

"Yes, Liz?" He turned to her, eyes totally emotionless, and hands deep inside his pockets. Liz saw how stressed out he had been over this whole stupid writing thing, and without another thought, pulled him into a light, friendly, sisterly hug.

"Don't stress yourself out too much over this, okay?" She said as she pulled him away from her and tapped his chin. Kid was surprised at the sudden physical contact, but soon brushed it off and gave her a reassuring smile.

"I won't." He left without another word, and began his long journey into finding the perfect keyboard.

Well, that's chapter Uno. Since I have around five chapters completed, all either longer on within similar length of this one, I figure I could keep this going for a while, hopefully until the end.

The only thing that's bothering me is how OOC I think Liz is. I guess I can sort of picture her hugging Kid but at the same time I don't know, just doesn't seem right for some reason.

In my brain I see them all as siblings since my friend told me that Liz and Patty were Kid's sisters when I began watching the show, but upon coming to the episode where Liz is reminiscing, I realized my friend is a big fat liar.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm gonna try and make this a comedy since that's my favorite genre, but it will have some romance as well (I'm not saying with who yet!)

I will happily take all advice I can get as I'm trying to hone my writing skills so I can actually write a really good book and maybe get it published, so I respect criticism as long as you're nice about it, because meaness makes me cry... :'(

Well, I'm off! Probably get the next chapter up later tonight as I'm trying to savor the moments in between writing and publishing. I'm also proofreading what I do have over and over and over again to ensure I have no mistakes (Although I know I probably will have a ton.)

Well, Over and out!

-The Symmetricalist