Yea. Not what I should be doing. But, oh well! I wanted a bit of Death the Kid angst. 'Cause he's amazing and I love him and he needs more love! Kiddo!
Kid: Italy's Driving does not own Soul Eater. She does, however, own only one red-orange hair tie with sparkles. Which she insists on wearing only on her right wrist making it HORRIBLY ASYMMETRICAL!
Did you know the word symmetry is asymmetrical? Anyway~! This is set in an alternate universe (most of my SE fics do) in which Kid always knew Asura was his brother, and actually knew Asura before he was consumed by madness. If you've only watched the anime, then you don't know. But, canonically, Asura is Kid's older brother. In any case, ONTO THE STORY!
OK YOU'RE PRETTY! YOUR FACE IS A WORK OF ART!
Kid was a god. This was common knowledge. He was Lord Death's youngest son, his pride and joy. The next Grim Reaper. What else was common knowledge, was that he was Asura's little brother. The two looked almost exactly the same, save the difference in the lines of Sanzu and Asura's third eye. Kid had known Asura before the madness. Before he hated Father. Back when… back when Asura had loved him. Not many people trusted Kid now. He disliked it. He was already isolated enough from people (he had a feeling his father may have had something to do with that) and he hated it. His only real friends were the ones he worked with often. The ones he had helped to lock up the big brother he had loved, still did love. And in any case, Maka got all the credit.
No one even mentioned the sacrifice he had to make. Not even his Father. Sometimes, Kid missed Asura. Not the Asura that they'd trapped on the moon. But the one that had helped him learn his powers. The one that held him when he had an attack and Father was at work. Everyday, Kid started the same way. Not messing with his decor, no. Inside a room of Gallows Manor that not even Liz and Patty knew about, was a portrait. It was painted before the Madness. Kid was still so young, only looking about seven in the portrait. Asura looked around seventeen. Father, maskless, stood between them. All looked amazingly like he each other, and all looked as regal as emperors. Asura had picked Kid up and rested him on his hip after the portrait was made, Kid had giggled and played with Asura's Lines of Sanzu. So different, but still so alike. Kid missed the brother that made him giggle like that. He hardly ever smiled nowadays, much less laughed. And when he did, it was at the moon.
The others chalked it up to Kid being glad that Asura was locked away. But he wasn't. He was just remembering a happier time. One of which, came to mind at this very moment.
Father was at work, so Asura had taken Kid out of the Death Room. This was back when Death City was just beginning. At the time, Kid hadn't been Death the Kid. That was a title, not a name. A title that belonged to Asura. At the time, he was simply called "Youngest Death" to the humans. It was days after the portrait, and Kid couldn't wait for the paint to dry so he could see it. Although, he already had. When it was first left at the house, Kid and Asura had placed their hands next to where Father's face was. The handprints were drying in the paint. Father hadn't been mad, he'd found it quite cute.
"Little Brother?" Kid looked up at Asura.
"Yes, Big Brother," he said, smiling.
"Do you see that butterfly? Tis perfectly symmetrical, no?" Kid nodded, "Do you know what will happen to it one day?" Kid shook his head, "It will die. And I will have to take its soul, and its descendants."
"But… it's so pretty!"
"But everything must die, Little Brother, even the prettiest thing in the world." there was a sad look on Asura's face, "And we will live on. Forever."
Kid was shaken out of the memory. He looked at Maka, a light-almost imperceptible- scowl on his face.
"Yes?" Kid's feathery voice was just a little harder than usual.
"Your father needs to speak to you. Stein just got the announcement," Maka said, frowning at how rudely Kid had dismissed her.
"Of course. Thank you for notifying me. I shall be on my way, then," Kid said, standing up and walking to the door, "Liz, Patti, stay here." he swept out of the room without another word.
"Dad, you called," Kid said, walking into the Death Room. Lord Death bounced up and down.
"Hiya, Kiddo! I needta tell you something," Lord Death said, pulling Kid further into the room. Kid nodded, smiling.
"I figured as much," Kid laughed. Lord Death waved his hand and a table and set of chairs appeared. The two gods sat down, Lord Death taking his mask off. Kid's eyebrows rose, perfectly symmetrical.
"This must be serious," Kid said, leaning forward.
"It is. You, of course, know of your brother Asura?" Kid nodded, "There is a way to cure the madness. I have been to the Far Shore, Sister Clarity has told me of it." Kid sat up straight, two toned eyes wide.
"Wha- really?! We could bring Big Brother back," Kid asked. Lord Death nodded.
"The thing is… we need magic. Magic from… witches," Lord Death said. Kid froze.
"Dad, you realize witches are the ones that did this to him in the first place, right," Kid asked. Lord Death looked away.
"These witches are different. They are not inclined to any special thing. They're just… magic users, I guess, would be the best way to describe them," Lord Death said. Kid narrowed his eyes.
"This would… get me back Big Brother, yes?" Lord Death nodded, "Alright, I'll do it. For Big Brother."
Anyone else think Kid sounded just a bit like Belarus there? I did. Anyway, yes. This is a Soul Eater and HP crossover. Set in 5 year and disregarding my other HP story(ies). Yes, the whole crew will be going. No, they do not know why. Sort of.
Until Next Time, this is Italy's Driving saying; That's All Folks!