Chapter 1: Our Cracked World

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters.

Author's Note: Hello dear readers! Yes, I've decided to make another venture into the Soul Eater world with this story because this idea has been in my head for a while now. This story takes place within the world of the anime, but I've taken some creative liberties here and there to make it a little more interesting. I hope you all will enjoy it, so please sit back and relax, and let me know what your thoughts are!

'I was the man who never lied, never lied until today

But I just couldn't break your heart, like you did mine yesterday'

The Man Who Never Lied by Maroon 5

The reaper gazed up with barely restrained adoration at the redhead, feeling a delightfully heady combination of unbridled lust and embarrassment threateningly dance around each other in his mind, with just the right amount of fear playing up to stir up a storm of butterflies in his stomach. He felt his cheeks flush an incandescent pink at the older man's chuckle, the soft rain of laughter melting away at what little sanity he had left. He had slain thousands upon thousands of evils in his young life, seen what the world was truly capable of all at the tender age of eighteen, and yet at one touch, his beloved could turn his darkened courage into meek slavery. How many times had he played this very scenario out in his dreams, only to chide himself seconds later for wanting something that was seemingly always out of his reach in the cruelest of ironies. And yet here he was – bare, vulnerable underneath the man he loved, about to carve their commitment into their very skins. Moments like these were far too rare for them to find – they had long since decided that if Fate wasn't about to create it for them, they would have to steal it instead. Theirs wasn't a relationship outlined rose colored spectacles or darkened pastels of angst: this was not something that could simply be explained by any normal definition of the word 'love', nor did they wish it to. They both risked their very beings shattered by the outside world, so moonlit escapades and four walls were the only witnesses to what they shared together. This wasn't something ordinary, and that made it all the more worthwhile.

"You sure you want this?" asked the older man quietly, lowering his head down to the brunette's throat. The reaper hissed softly at the passionate flicks of the redhead's tongue against his skin, feeling a lustful fire spark up wherever it touched him. "Ye… yeah" he said breathlessly, bringing his arms up to wrap them around his lover's neck. The death scythe let out a cloud of hot breath against the younger man's jaw, trailing his way up to his ear in barely-there kisses. "Are you really sure?"

"Spirit, stop asking me that. You're scaring the hell out of me." The redhead sniggered to himself, locking his head over the reaper's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I just thought you'd want your first time to be special."

"You mean after another midnight walk instead of killing time waiting for the girls to come back?"

"Along those lines, yeah." The brunette quivered excitedly as he felt the older man's hand trail down his stomach, gently curving its way down to his hip. "What choice do we have?"

"The same one I keep telling you Kid" said Spirit softly, feeling the reaper shudder uncontrollably beneath him. Kid screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head once to show his disagreement. "This is enough for now." The death scythe took the younger man's earlobe between his teeth, inducing another earthquake in his body after gently tugging at it. "Other… other side" gulped the reaper, gripping at the sheets underneath him. Spirit nuzzled his face against his partner's neck, relishing in the hyper pulses of the satin skin. "Kid, what did I tell you?"

"But-"

"Breathe it out baby boy." Kid collapsed his lungs in one fluid exhalation, tensing his body as he felt the redhead's fingers tease their way further down his body. Arching his body up with a hiss, the reaper twisted his head to the side as he felt Spirit take his growing erection into his loving hold, unable to endure the excruciating ecstasy. The death scythe felt his lips curl helplessly in an impish smirk. "Now isn't this so much better than symmetry?"

Spirit pulled his head out from under the sanctuary of the younger boy's neck, nibbling down his jaw to his throat, leaving just the faintest of grazes with his teeth to show that he was here, that this belonged only to him and no one else. Down further he went, toying with the pliant swathes of milky skin, devilishly drowning his tongue in the light tangy taste of his lover. Kid writhed and convulsed underneath him, his eyes nearly fading to black after seeing the glorious stars of pleasure swirl around his head like shining nymphs. Throwing his head back with surprising force, the young reaper bit his lip anxiously as he felt the redhead's mouth engulf the head of his steeled erection, stemming the flow of every form of profanity known to man from his seemingly lost voice. Electricity crackled across his body, nearly levitating it off the bed in surrender to his primal instincts. His hand lost itself in the crimson forest of his lover's hair, gripping at it as he felt the older man's tongue leave its messages of love all along his shaft. "Why haven't we done this before?" he breathed, feeling the air condense inside his body. Spirit pulled off from his prize to throw the brunette one of his classic mischievous grins. "Because I had to wait until you were legal."

"Like you ever cared about that before" gasped Kid, flinging his eyes shut to drown in his sensuous war. The older man knew his body like predictable clockwork, pushing all the right buttons to get the reactions he wanted. It was humiliating in a sense, but when he felt this good, did a little thing like pride really matter?

"Kid! Kid, we're home!" The reaper's eyes shot open with a wave of adrenaline at the chorus of voices wafting in from the foyer, staring down at the death scythe as his skin paled out to ice white. The sound of the surreptitious giggles chilled the blood flowing through his veins. "They're back early!" he hissed, watching the redhead swing is body nonchalantly until he was beside him. Letting out a weary sigh, the older man wrapped his arm around his beloved, tenderly brushing his lips against the brunette's temple. "Story of our lives" he murmured, his voice dripping with regret. "Oh well. It was fun while it lasted."

"I'm sorry" whispered the reaper, turning his head to face the older man, his face a blank version of what it was just a few minutes ago. "This isn't what-"

"It's not what anyone wanted baby boy" said Spirit, lifting his hand to line the reaper's face with his palm. He smiled as Kid fidgeted in his hold, causing him to bring his other hand to his cheek and appease the brunette's OCD. "And it's not your fault. It… it just is."

"What now?" asked the reaper softly, his eyes glimmering with its entire liquid cocoa splendor. The death scythe thinned his mouth to a single line. "We do what we always did – we wait."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"Just for the sake of conversation" said Kid flatly, frowning at the mini city of shopping bags surrounding Liz and Pattie, sardonically taking in the flawless beams of glee from their faces, "exactly how many credit cards did you max out?"

"Kid would you relax?" said the elder sister confidently, giving him a brusque flick of her sandy hair. "It's not like we went and bought any luxuries. These are all necessities!"

"How exactly are black G-strings necessities?"

"It's all about a little something called 'getting laid'" said Liz icily, narrowing her eyes defensively. "And since you're not tapping this, someone else should get the pleasure to do so." The reaper's face flooded vermillion as he stared at his weapon incredulously, opening his mouth to say something, but closing it upon a quick reexamination. Apart from Spirit, Liz was the only other person who could break his indifferent demeanor, turning his visage from icy vacancy to volcanic fury with a single sentence. The elder Thompson was always at the ready with a quick witted retort dancing upon her tongue if things didn't go her way, and she certainly didn't lack the courage to point out Kid's shortcomings to drive him up the wall; and the reaper wouldn't have had it any other way. Despite the verbal swords they hurled at each other, the brunette knew that his companion would fight for him when he couldn't, gladly rampage across the planet with blinding wrath if he even got so much as a scratch on him.

"Ah come on, lighten up Kid" sang Pattie melodiously, twirling her way around the bags and giving the brunette one of her infamous bear squeezes. The reaper grimaced as his organs fluxed together in a sickening show of strength, thankfully returning back to their respective places a second later. His fingers furiously ran down the neat white lines of his shirt as he flattened them out, gazing with mild irritation at his other weapon's spontaneity, intensely absorbing the sunlit grin sparkling across her face. Here was the perfect counterpoint to the dark wields of emotion that he and Liz brought along to their trio: Pattie was all rainbows and flowers, one hundred percent heart and no logic whatsoever; but still she wound her way into the hearts of all who met her, given enough time. "So why are you guys back here so early anyways?" asked Kid, his eyes growing slightly wider. "I thought you said you weren't coming back until dinner."

"Well, we weren't supposed to" replied Liz, eyeing their precious mall treasure. "We were going to see that new movie, but Maka got real antsy as soon we got to there and said she had to leave. Sometimes I really worry for that girl. So young… so troubled… so underdeveloped for her age. You know when I was eighteen, I had a FANTASTIC set of knockers. And now, two years later, they're like planets of their own" she said sagely, shaking her fingers with the airy knowledge of feminine biology. "Seriously, Einstein needs to come back and do that theory of relativity crap around these babies."

"I thought you said Pattie was bigger than you" smirked Kid, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He took a grim satisfaction at the smart on Liz's expression, noting the deepening red of her flush. "One of these days, Kid, I swear!"

"Girls, girls, you're all pretty. No need to fight." Kid felt a hand gently clap on his shoulder, turning around to see Spirit give him a gleeful wink. Liz instantly began to twirl her finger around a strand of her fine sandy locks, ignoring the bustle at her feet as her sister cleared away the bags. "My, my Death Scythe" she whispered huskily. "You've got to give a girl some notice."

"If I did, I'd lose half my charm wouldn't I?"

"Ooh, you're a feisty son of gun, aren't you?" The elder Thompson ran her tongue against the succulent barrier of her lips, causing her meister to retract his head in shock. "Mama likes them kind of men."

"If I was still in my twenties, you'd definitely be on my 'to bang' list Liz" grinned the redhead childishly. "But since I'm thirteen years older than you… I don't want to get a reputation as a cradle robber. A man whore maybe, but not a cradle robber."

"Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind" said the blonde wistfully, signaling for Pattie to follow her. With swan-like grace, she swooped her hands onto the bags and turned around, letting her footsteps echo across into the wide span of the passage, her sister loyally trailing behind her every step with daydream consistency. "Where did you find those two?" asked Spirit, turning his head to face the reaper. Kid shook his head smilingly. "It's quite a story."

"Did they say where Maka was?" asked the redhead, finally letting go of his lover's shoulder. The amber in Kid's eyes twinkled with a breathless hint of pain as he stared back at the death scythe. Maka was the one person Spirit placed above him. He never full understood their dynamic – she wanted nothing to do with him, and he soulfully worshipped the ground he walked on. For years, Spirit had been trying to get his daughter to show the least bit of affection towards him, but to no avail. The star of the DWMA had made it clear in no uncertain terms that 'father' was not part of her vocabulary, whereas Kid had already given heart and soul to him, and was still gunning in second place. Of course, he'd never admit his resentment out loud: each time dark tendrils of jealousy swirled around inside of him, the reaper immediately turned his attention to something else, mostly insulting Liz and having her bite his head off. "They said she went home early."

"Damn it" cursed the older man softly, shaking his head in listless abandon. "I'm sorry" whispered Kid, reaching out his hand sympathetically. His fingers tenderly made contact with Spirit's for a few seconds before retreating, bringing a smile to the death scythe's face. Even alone, they were guarded, wary at what eyes may be watching them. "How come you won't run away with me?" asked the redhead quietly, focusing the warm darkness of his gaze onto the reaper. Kid sighed exasperatedly. "This again?"

"Maka's made it clear that I'm less than dirt to her. Asura's gone and things have been pretty quiet on the witch front lately. You and I have no responsibilities here."

"Firstly, the witches are quiet because they're up to something, you know that better than anyone. Secondly, I promised Liz and Pattie that I'd turn them into death scythes."

"Yeah, but it's not like they can't use themselves" exclaimed the redhead, pausing straight afterwards to ponder his sentence. "Wow that sounded a whole lot cleaner in my head."

"Lastly, you still want Maka to like you despite all the crap she puts you through" said Kid, his voice diving down to a soft crescendo. "She's your daughter. You don't just forget a bond like that."

"She has."

"We fight for the people we love" said the reaper, a tiny smile playing upon his lips. "You taught me that." The redhead destroyed all expression as he leant down to the reaper, his lips hovering around the younger man's ear. He had yet to find why out of all the people he'd been with, Death the Kid was the one who lovingly played across his mind, forcing him into every form of heaven possible; but he sure as hell loved it. The young reaper threw him to places unknown, twisting affection into delightfully contorted forms until the redhead could no longer so much as breathe without him, and he wanted all of it. "And that's why I will always fight for you baby boy" he murmured, sending pure thunder through the younger man's body. "Remember that. Always."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"It's such a pleasure to have you back Kami" said Lord Death cheerfully, his tone carrying the purest hint on sunbeams as he bounced excitedly in front of his guest. The blonde woman warily watched the death god's arms wave around animatedly like polystyrene windmills before mimicking his idyllic within the upward curl of her lips, her high-set cheekbones rendering her visage into the upper echelons of angelic beauty. She took a brief look around the white swans of clouds that spun around the Death Room before returning her attention to the gleeful figure in front of her, shaking her head with a knowing grin at the jerking figure before her. "It's good to be back" she smiled, her voice carrying across like golden lilts. "I never would have thought I'd miss Death City as much as I did."

"I trust you've settled in nicely?" Kami let out a soft giggle. "Yes, Maka's been very… enthusiastic about me staying over at her place. She practically dragged poor Soul out to stay with Blackstar and Tsubaki."

"You're most welcome to stay here at the academy if you want. There's plenty of room."

"I think I'll pass on that offer for now" smiled the meister, just the hint of a laugh playing across her reply. "It's been a while since I've spent time with Maka. I don't want us to be torn apart again." She tossed her thick locks back, arching her brow quizzically at the death god. "In the mean time, how about you tell me why I cut back my travels?" Lord Death instantly ceased his movements, withdrawing his hands back to his body's vicinity. His brows stretched and contracted several times as he looked on at his prized meister before he answered. "I fear the witches are up to something, Medusa specifically."

"I thought Maka and Stein got rid of her."

"Medusa isn't your average witch. Genie Hunter might have temporarily weakened her, but it may not have been enough to take her out completely." The clouds perched in the gleaming azure sky spun around their axis a little faster, matching the brief gravity of the situation. "In that way, she's worse than Asura could have ever been" rumbled the death god quietly, pointing his fingers together against each other. Kami drew her forehead together in her frown. "Do you have any proof?"

"There's been some activity stirring up in Medusa's old lair. That coupled with the fact that we haven't been able to apprehend the witch or the werewolf who helped her yet."

"And I'm here because no one else wanted to snoop around?"

"Not quite. Stein is a star on the battle field no doubt, but his tendency towards instability troubles me. Plus, he may be Medusa's way in, just like the last time."

"Never a dull moment huh?" sighed the blonde, rolling her eyes wearily. "I'll get on it as soon as I can."

"There's one more thing Kami. I want you to work with Spirit on this one."

-xoxoxoxoxo-

"I really wish today could have been something more for us" whispered the brunette, brushing away the streaks of white hair in his bangs as he stared up at the silver orb seated so happily across its velvet sky throne. He lowered his head as he felt the redhead wrap his arms around him, his breath obsessively caressing the nape of his neck. The outskirts of Death City softly howled in their isolation, gently assuring them that their secret was safe here. Here, bright green meadows rolled into forever before their eyes, endless with the possibilities of their surprises. This was there getaway, where the world they knew couldn't touch them. Pattie had often asked the reaper where he went to so late at night, but vague excuses were enough to ring circles around the younger Thompson's head. It was addictive having this side of him that no one else knew, but it grew all the more tormenting that he had to settle for second best – so far, this relationship was nothing but 'could have been' and 'maybes'. In between Spirit's devotion to Maka and his own responsibility as heir to the Grim Reaper legacy, Kid had grown ever more wary of the effort it took just to make the relationship work.

"It's not like we won't ever do it again" murmured the death scythe, pulling the brunette back until his head was safely locked under his chin. He condensed the locks of ebony hair underneath his lips, feeling his beloved lean back into his body. "Maybe it's for the best anyways."

"How so?"

"Because next time, we'll do it right. You, me and no one else." Kid laughed softly. "You're quite the romantic."

"I just have loads of experience of what people want." The reaper shifted uncomfortably in his hold, causing the redhead to smirk sagely to himself. "Kid, I'm the biggest flirt on the planet, but I'll always come back to you. You know that, right?"

"I know."

"And look at how much we've overcome already."

"And still so much left." The older man brought his head down to the brunette's ear. "So? We'll make it through together. I'm not letting you go so easily baby boy." Kid smiled to himself, this time a current of poignancy coursing through his lips. There was so much to risk… and yet even more to gain. How could he not refuse this? "I love you."

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