Prologue
People would usually say I have the best life anyone could imagine, and I could never blame them. Being Lord Death's son. A great and talented meister with a great reputation. Friends that care about you, and a rich and loving father.
But why couldn't I be satisfied with all these things?
Sure, I have problem with all this asymmetric things going on, but I could always easily fix it.
But why do I still want something?
I remember when my father use to tell me stories every night about his old adventures, before I was even born. One was about killing a powerful Kishin and one was about how he got banned from Peru. I would remember when my tiny little boy hands would clap in fascination.
But why did father stop?
I want to hear more stories from you father, because those stories are like tiny little puzzle pieces to finish the huge puzzle you are to me.
The puzzle that held all your lies and secrets.
So why did you stop telling me more stories, father? Is it because you don't trust me? Or, is it because you thought I was too old for it?
Why don't you trust me?
Please father I just need more pieces; I want to know more about you. So why won't you let me?
You hid it to so much that I think I've turned a bit crazy. Ever since I wanted to know more and more, I couldn't sleep. Every night I would only lay on my bed, stare at the ceiling and wonder what are you keeping from me. I even go behind your back now and start going through desperate measures.
I even killed someone to find out more.
I'm scared father; this curiosity-no obsession has taken over my life, so why can't you just tell me. I know you would just tell me to stop it with this whole none sense, but I can't.
This obsession of mine could be more dark and selfish than any Kishin you may have ever killed, but to me it was just so addictive and satisfying like drugs. I tried to stop but I can't; it's too pleasurable to let go.
Why can't you just tell me?!...
Kid dropped his pen in shock, and gave a sharp gasp, while reading the paper again. What was he doing? He rubbed his forehead to relax slightly, and closed his eyes to remember what was happening.
The paper in front of him, that was once clean and white, was slightly crumpled and heavily inked. As small and big letters covered that parchment, and long black lines that was slashed in it. The moon's light seeping through his window, shined over the paper, making the rough creases and folded lines seemed visible.
Kid's milky white fingers dug in the paper, making more creases appear, and crumpled the paper in his palm, pretending that he didn't read or write anything. The crumpled ball fell on his white and black tiled floor.
He grabbed a jacket laying down on his bed, and puts it on. The black sleeves were slightly long, and the hood seemed too big that it covered his face. But Kid didn't mind, it was just the way he wanted it to be.
The wooden chair slightly stumbled, as Kid stood up from it. He walked to the door in silence. He opened the door, and took one last look at his bedroom. He knew he had to clean it or it would seemed too suspicious.
He left, leaving a bedroom filled with thousands of crumpled written paper on it's floor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater
Author's note: Hey guys, here's a sequel for the story Family. Sorry for the long wait. This story is going to have just a few chapters. Anyway I'll try to update faster. Please comment, and tell me on what do I have to improve on. Also sorry if my writing style right now seemed kind of lazy; I was in a hurry. Thanks for reading :) /div
