Behind the Scenes.
By Gaarasauske, a Soul Eater fanfiction. Death the Kid X Soul Eater. Yaoi don't like don't read.
I do not own Soul Eater, I do own the story, and the OC character, Amaya Hitoru
A/N: Amaya is Kid's best friend she calls him by her nickname of D.T.C. She is more or less a helper along the way, helping the boy's with their issues. Warning: mentions of self harm
Kid: Hey! What do you think your writing! This is not symmetrical~ I accept only 8 by 8 width and length!
Me: -)_(- … shut up Kid.. I'll mess up your room again!
Kid: AAA no anything but that! You owe me for that time!
Me: aha... that's why I'm writing you with Soul !~~ Heheh What's more symmetrical than that .
Kid: I see, very well then! However my conditions still stand! I will not accept...
CRASH**
Kid: MY PICTURE FRAMES! * runs off *
Me; Hehe Ahem Now, story time!
Chapter 1: Discovery
Another day at the DWMA. The sun was high and laughing in that uncool voice, with that creepy smile again. The start of yet another boring school week. The only bright side was going to Professor Stein's class, where he could take some nice naps, or just stare off into space , fantasizing about being a Death Scythe already. Yea, how cool that would be. Their progress seemed to be going well and for now , Maka wanted to take a few days off. Relive some stress and all that. Not cool, he wanted to get back to work already, devouring those tasty souls. He guessed it was around the time for Maka's stupid periods, she was Pms'ing all over the place. He took great care to avoid her when she was like this. He would get more Maka Chops then usual around this time and he didn't know if his poor brain could handle any more of those. She had been hanging around Crona for a long time now, trying to get the kid to open up more and stop hiding in Mr. Corners as he/she called them. Oh, well it didn't mater to him, at least she was off his ass for a while. He was thankful for that. The only time he had to deal with her at all was when they were done with their days and headed back home to their apartment. Even that he didn't know how long would last, she was moodier than usual this week. He guessed that had something to do with her pervert dad , he practically spelled it out to the whole school when her periods were and how she should be a good little girl and clean up properly. If he had to deal with someone like that he figured he would probably be pissed off at anyone and everything too. What the hell, if she kicked him out of the apartment for the week, he could just crash with Black Star or something.
He was jerked out of his thoughts when a scalpel suddenly flew by his head with a menacing whiz , sticking into the back of his seat. "What the hell Professor!?" he exclaimed at the teacher who was now staring him down with that creepy glare in his glasses. "Pay attention Soul." he said simply and got back to explaining whatever the hell this class was about today. He felt eyes on him, so he looked around and found Kid was staring at him with... a strange expression on his face. When Kid noticed he was caught he quickly looked away and chose to focus his eyes on the paper in front of him. What the hell was that about... he is such a freak. Soul chuckled slightly at the actions Kid took. Behind Kid was that girl, Amaya, he noticed she was looking at the back of Kid's head with a really serious expression. Almost as if she was deep in thought. Her eyes screamed sadness. He wondered what that was all about. They were best friends after all, she knew Kid better than anyone here. Hm, maybe she had a thing for the boy. He suddenly found himself with a tiny bit of jealousy towards the girl.. what the hell.. Is that about. He questioned himself about the instant pang in his gut at the thought. It disappeared as quickly as it came though. As if she were a magician she looked his way , her face never changed from that seriousness. Damn! That's twice I was caught staring off.. he cursed himself and faced forward again. Just in time too as he saw that Stein's eyes were gleaming in his direction. That was close. He kept his eyes straight at the chalkboard the remainder of the class. Unknown to him , Kid was staring at him once again, an action which didn't go unnoticed by Amaya.
The remaining days of the week , pretty much went all the same as the first day. Kid was still staring at him, and Amaya still seemed to be glaring him down with a really thoughtful look. The slight attitude change in Kid was unnoticed by everyone except him. He seemed off, not so happy go lucky, and even more obsessed than before with his symmetrical issues. Even Liz and Patty were keeping their distances. He couldn't help but wonder what was up. At this time it seemed like Amaya and Kid were joined at the hip. She wouldn't leave his side. Much to his annoyance. It was the end of the week today and , the group consisting of the usual, Maka, Black star, Tsubaki, Crona, and Soul himself were planning to go off for basketball after school. Seeing Kid in such a state, he thought he should Invite Kid. Maybe that could help him understand what was up and why he was always staring at him during class. When the bell for the end of class had rung stein wheeled himself out of the room without so much as a "your free to go" he must have important business or something was waiting to be dissected. As the class filed out he found himself hanging back, glancing towards Kid who was currently engrossed in stacking his papers up neatly. "Soul, are you ready to go, we are all waiting." Maka's voice had him turning to look at her. "Sure go ahead without me, I have something to do first Ill met you outside by the gates." he told her. With a quick nod she headed to inform the others to wait by the gates. Black Star of course grumbling about how Soul better hurry up so he can prove how godly he was on the court.
Kid was so focused on getting his papers perfect that he didn't notice Soul standing right next to him. They were alone in the classroom now, everyone else was long gone. Kid jerked up violently when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Whoa calm down Kid, its just me." Soul told him. "Yes I see that now, well, What do you want?" He asked irritably. "You wanna join us all for some basketball? The others are waiting at the gates right now, and you look like you could use a good game." Kid seemed surprised by this but didn't question it. He simply nodded and agreed to go. Putting his finishing touches on his paper stacking. He followed Soul out of the academy to the others. "Hey Soul are you finally ready, oh Kid is coming to?" Black star's annoying overly loud voice shouted at them when they were in view. "Yup." Soul said simply. Keeping Kid in his line of view, he walked with the others towards the courts. Kid kept away from the others by a small distance, keeping his eyes on the ground as he walked. His expression seemed to be deep in though and .. sad? It looked like it could just be a trick of the light though. Once they had arrived. They all got started right away splitting into teams. The first was Maka's team it included, Black star, Crona and Maka. Soul's team consisted of, Tsubaki, Kid and Soul himself. As the game progressed the odds for playing were pretty usual. If Black Star lost he had to stop talking about himself for a whole day, if Soul's team lost Kid had to move his picture frames. This usually resulted in Kid getting crazy and complaining about it. Yet today, he just looked even more worse for the wear. He didn't complain or fight back. Okay, this is getting too weird. Soul thought.
As the game progressed, Soul's team was losing. This caused Kid to act more upset than before. Still not voicing his displeasure aloud more like it only showed in his eyes. He hadn't said a single word the entire game. He even apologized when he bumped into Maka causing her to lose her grip on the ball. It rolled away and Kid ran to retrieve it. Soul catching up with him asked, "What's up Kid. Something on your mind?" Kid just looked at him like he was a disgusting bug . "It's nothing don't worry about it." He spit. Acting as if Soul was some nasty creature he didn't want to be anywhere near was starting to piss him off. He grabbed Kid's arm and pulled him back towards himself. "What do you think your saying? Why have you been acting like I'm so gross this whole time? You were staring at me the entire week and now you want nothing to do with me?" He whispered in Kid's ear in an angry tone. Pulling on Kid's arm resulted in Kid giving out a hiss of pain. That caught Soul's attention. As he looked down and moved Kid's sleeves. He saw what made Kid wince. There were Long, deep red cuts on Kid's arm. There was dried blood coating it from the wrist, back to where the sleeve still covered. Soul guessed it might extend all the way to his elbow. "What the hell is this.?" Soul asked him. His eyes widening as he looked at Kid's face. His expression was one of agony. His brows scrunched together as if deep in though. Pitiful traces of tears stinging his eyes. His sharp teeth were biting at his lip. "It's Nothing!" Kid yelled at him. Throwing the ball away he twisted out of Soul's grip. Calling on Beelzebub he rocketed out of the court toward his mansion. Damn that skateboard is fast. Soul though as he ran after him, shouting at the others to continue where they left off some other time.
He knew the way to the mansion but he was still running at top speed. He wanted to question Kid more about those wounds. It was possible, they could be self inflicted. But why , Kid always seemed content with his life. He was a reaper after all, he would succeed Lord Death. He didn't have to go to school, he just wanted to so he attended with nothing better to do. The only thing weird about him was his obsession with symmetry. Otherwise the guy was perfect, flawless. Wait what? What the hell am I thinking.. Soul beat himself into gear to get his mind out of the clouds and focus on finding out just what the hell was going on. Suddenly while turning a corner he ran into someone. He fell and hit his ass on the ground pretty hard. "Oh damn it , watch where the hell your going!" he yelled, Picking himself up to see who had the nerve to knock him over. It was her. "You should watch it too.." Amaya told him casually, swiping the dirt off her clothes. "Oh, Its you" He said dumbly. "Hey, are you... running after D.T.C.?" she came right out with it. He sweat dropped and said "yea, something like that." There it was again! That look. "What? You've been giving me that look for the past week now, did I do something to you or am I just sexy?" he said his elongated teeth flashing in his smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him. She was thinking again... her face became sad and serious. "You saw his arm didn't you." it wasn't a question more like a knowing statement. His eyes widened. "You know about that?" he said his voice raising an octave. "Of course, I''m his best friend.." she whispered. He was pissed now. Grabbing her by the shirt he shook her and yelled, "Then why the hell didn't you stop him? What the hell were you doing ?" He didn't know why he was so angry , he just was. He saw her look away her face was pissed, she ground her teeth. "I do ! I always do something about it, you don't know how many times I have stopped him from doing worse to himself! I'm not there every minute! He always gets like this. Do you know why?" she spat at him pushing his hands away. "Of course I don't." He said with no hesitation. Amaya sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Okay look, If you want to know what's going on with him, then go and look for yourself, but you have to stay hidden don't let him catch you, and just WATCH for one day, just one day. Then the next you can do something about it." she told him.
"What the hell? How am I suppose to do that without getting caught and why only watch?" he said thoroughly confused. She sighed again, and told him. " If you want to know why he does it and what exactly is going on, all you can do is watch at least that first day. Don't do anything the first day no matter how much you want to, the answers will become clear the next day. Also... I can.. put a spell on you to make you temporarily invisible." he was shocked. "Why can't I do anything?" he remembered she was part witch so that meager spell should be easy enough for her. "Because if you do something right away, he will just turn you away and continue.. trust me, he .. he won't listen to me about this. Maybe you can get through to him, I've seen how he looks at you. My point is, you will learn a lot about this if you just watch the first day. Do something about it the next because then you might have an Idea of what to do. And here. " she said digging through her bag she came out with a beanie. It had a skull on it. The kind that Kid usually has all over his outfits. Like his rings. It was perfectly symmetrical. "Carry this with you, you'll know what to do with it when the time comes." she said. She then Whispered words he didn't understand and touched his forehead. "Now your invisible, if you want to lift the spell just say the phrase , Spell release. I suggest just staying somewhere near him until tomorrow if you want to figure anything out." With that she saluted him and walked away. Okay that was weird. He thought, making sure he was invisible in a store window. He proceeded to the manor.
After about thirty minutes , he had finally reached the manor where Kid lived. He had to be careful about this since he was invisible. He had been here a few times before, he knew where Kid's room was, but the tricky part was getting in unnoticed. Phantom winds opening doors just weren't normal. As soon as this thought came across his mind, Liz and Patty came out of the front doors. Shit! So cool Lucky! He patted himself on the back and carefully slipped inside while the doors were closing shut from the girls' exit. As the front doors clicked shut he walked around quietly. Avoiding any heavy steps. Phantom footsteps just weren't normal either. As he made his way down the hallway to what he knew to be kid's room he could hear loud insults and sobbing. It was Kid's voice. He stepped quickly up to the door. First pressing his ear to it to listen in to the boy speaking to himself. "Worthless... Pathetic.. Disgusting.. You should be dead... It's gross... can't believe... Asymmetrical trash!" he heard the boy insult himself long enough. He quietly slipped the door open. It made a slight creaking noise but the reaper's voice didn't falter. He didn't hear it. Once inside he gently closed the door back into place. Looking around the room he couldn't see the boy. He must be in the bathroom. Sneaking his way over to the bathroom door he peered in. The sight almost caused him to vomit.
There he was. Sitting against the wall of the bathroom in between the sink and the shower. His right leg curled up to his chest, the other was straightened out laying against the floor. His hands were tangled in his hair hiding his face. He had taken off his long jacket and was now in just his black jeans and a short sleeved white button up shirt. The first three buttons undone exposing a part of his chest. There were red stains on the shirt and all over the reaper's arms. Those wounds from earlier.. soul noticed. They did extend farther than he saw that time. They were along both his arms extending to his elbow, on both sides. There was also blood on the bathroom floor along with, pieces of the shattered bathroom mirror. To top that off, there was a lot of black Ink like liquid all over the place, on the sink, in Kid's hair on his clothes and hands, and on the floor. What the hell is this... Soul was horrified. Looking around more he found the source of the black liquid.. Hair dye... he tried to dye his hair but it ended in failure. He had heard about this before, whenever Kid tried to dye the white stripes out of his hair the dye just kinda fell off. It wouldn't work on the young reaper. "Trash, disgusting worthless Asymmetrical trash!" Kid insulted himself some more. His sobs were tearing at Soul's heart. He couldn't stand this. His knees buckled underneath him and he slid to the floor. He found it was hard to breathe, he couldn't move, he could only watch Kid in his desperation. After eight exact minutes of sobbing and insults. Kid finally moved. Looking up and around his bathroom. "Clean, I have to clean!" he said with such a desperate and sad voice, soul felt like he was about to cry himself.
He watched as Kid crawled on all floors cleaning his bathroom of the blood, the ink, and the shattered mirror. "This makes twelve broken mirrors." he heard Kid whisper. Twelve? He did this that much? Soul couldn't take it. The tears slid down his face, unable to stop them he just let them fall as he watched the desperate reaper clean his bathroom making everything spotless. When he was finished he admired his work looking satisfied but only for a moment then it was back to that agonizing expression. Soul studied his face as he took a piece of glass from the trash bin and stared at it. Without warning, Kid quickly slid the glass across his skin, a small pool of blood forming where he sliced it across himself. Just as quickly the reaper violently threw the glass at the far wall shattering it into even smaller pieces. Tears slid down Kid's face as he collapsed onto the floor. He began to sob again. "Why... why is it like this? I try to stop but I can't , I'm such worthless asymmetrical trash!" He said while pulling on his hair. He finally stopped and started the shower. Soul just crawled to the reaper's bed not wanting to see anymore, he sat on the edge of the boy's bed. Hiding his face in his hands, he waited while the reaper showered.
