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Warning: This is a bit darker than my normal muses.
They never took him serious. Well least not on his emotions. Liz, Patty, they always told him that he was over reacting, mollycoddling him, talking to him like he was a child. His name may be Kid, but he wasn't one anymore, hadn't been one for a long time.
He knew they all saw the same thing, spoiled rich kid with his irrational little OCD, trying to slum it so that he can prove just how powerful he really is.
They didn't want to see the way his soul wavered when talk of the future came up. Or know how cold he felt, alone in that huge mansion.
It was better now that Patty and Liz were there, but they could only fill so much of the void in his life. They were more like sisters to him now. Annoying endearing and dotting, not the mother that he could vaguely remember or the Father that could never come and check on him.
And that is where it started. Liz and Patty were out, enjoying the life style he had gotten them accustomed to. They wouldn't be back until he was in bed. He wore long sleeves all the time, so no one would notice.
He wasn't doing it for attention, it didn't matter what anyone thought, they already called him Emo and Goth anyway, he'd heard it at least five times that day alone. Black Star was the only one who said to his face, with the mock joking fashion he normally insulted everyone in, but the others, well his ears were a lot better than he let on. One aspect of heir to Death's throne that they had over looked he guessed.
A fine point needle in his hand, he drew the first line across his porcelain skin. He didn't feel much, that didn't really surprise him either. A fine red line of blood surfaced. He knew by morning the mark would be healed, another perk of his blood linage, still he made an opposite and equal mark on his other arm.
He knew the risk of it escalating to suicide or permeate damage wouldn't arise; his innate abilities would kick in and protect him even from himself.
He was stuck, his destiny etched out by a bloodline he was born into, his future no choosing of his own. If that wasn't enough to make any person feel cold and alone he didn't know what was.
AN: I'm not sure if I want to let this stand or try to expand it into a real story. Review and let me know what you think.