This is Angel, reporting in with the first chapter of the collaborative story, Untouched. Here to say, thank you for looking, and yes, this chapter is kind of crappy and rushed. I am very much out of practice at the moment. - Anyway, thanks for looking. Next chapter will be Treana's. ^^
Disclaimer: Don't own Soul Eater, or any trademarks associated with it. Please don't sue me... or Treana. Really we didn't do anything wrong.
Chapter One
Untouched
Angel
"And I want you so much
That I just can't resist you"
Untouched – The Veronicas
It was eight o'clock on the dot and the party was in full swing, people laughing and dancing to the songs that were pouring out of the speakers. The sound was almost tangible, like it could be molded into a shape. It was to celebrate the defeat of Kishin Asura and Arachnophobia, of which the battle had taken place over a month ago. Yet they were only just celebrating it because of the rebuilding of the city after it becoming a huge robot. (The resulting asymmetry of the city after the battle was enough to make Kidd have a horrible migraine for weeks afterwords.) The party took place at a local club (of course not Chupa Cabras) and it was often frequented by the students of DWMA.
A pair of golden eyes stood watch over the party, watching what was going on in an almost detached sort of way. Death the Kidd did not quite know what to think about this, as he was never really one for the partying scene. Thus, the moving bodies and thumping music were all very new to him, and he wasn't too sure that he was enjoying this... experience... as much as some of the other students. As such, he barely noticed when one of his weapon partners slithered up to his side, hands laden with drinks.
"Oi, Kiddo~" she called over the music, startling the reaper out of his reverie.
He relaxed upon seeing Liz, the elder of his weapons. "Ah, Liz. You frightened me for a moment," he said, gracing her with a brief smile.
She laughed at him before pushing a drink into his hand. "Sorry, Kidd. But stop spacing out, it's a party. Have fun for Death's sake," she said, grinning at him and taking a sip of her own cup.
He wrinkled his nose and gave her an unamused look. "I was of the opinion that I could 'space out' if I wanted to at a party. It's not like there's really anything else for me to do. I absolutely refuse to dance with those... asymmetrical participants on the dance floor," he said in a disdainful tone, casting his eyes over the floor briefly before looking back to his weapon.
"Well, you could go talk with Soul or Maka. I'm sure they'd love to talk to you," she responded, leaning against the wall next to him. His shoulders lifted in a shrug as he tentatively sipped at the drink in his hand, nothing seemed wrong with it for the moment. Yet because his gaze was turned to the mass of bodies, he completely missed the smirk that danced across Liz's lips. "Well, there's Soul out there. He looks bored off on the side lines, why don't you go talk to him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind the distraction," she said.
Kidd followed her gaze and frowned, turning his head slightly to hide the light blush that danced on his cheeks. It was no secret to his weapons that he had been crushing on the scythe for a while, but it was only that. A crush. He refused to let it form into anything else, because that would change everything between them as friends, and their friendship was not something he was willing to risk. Of course, that's what a lot of people said, but it was true. "I suppose I could, no harm after all," he conceded.
She grinned. "Excellent! I'm going back on the dance floor with Patti then. See ya Kiddo~" she chirped before slipping back into the crowd like a ghost.
Kidd was left standing there in an almost dumb founded fashion. Gone just like that? Well really it shouldn't surprise him. He knew that the Thompson sisters were always suckers for the party scene, no matter what people might think about them as his weapons. With a sigh and the smallest of smiles, he pushed off the wall and sipped at his drink while heading over to Soul. He tracked him down quickly enough – really, white hair was NOT hard to locate in a dark club, it stood out – and lifted his free hand in a wave when his friend spotted him.
Soul smiled at him, a closed mouth one that didn't reveal his serrated teeth, and lifted his own hand in a wave. "Hey Kidd. What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing much. Avoiding the majority of the maniacs in here," he said, leaning against the wall next to the albino.
"Maniacs? What makes you say that?" he asked with a tip to his head that caused the reaper to twitch slightly. With a chuckle he put his head upright again, just so that Kidd wouldn't freak out on him.
"Just look at all the dancers. They have no sense of symmetry!" he said, casting an eye out at the crowd and struggling to not have his eye start twitching. With a calming breath, he looked back at Soul. The scythe was laughing at him, full on laughing. Before he could reason Soul's laughter, the reaper pouted and sunk against the wall. "It's not funny, Soul," he whined, much like he would to his weapons.
The teen got his laughter under control and smiled at his friend. "Sorry, just... most of the people here could honestly care less about how symmetrical they looked when they were dancing," he said.
Kidd scowled at that. "They should care about symmetry, because symmetry is perfection," he said, nodding his head sharply. He didn't like the amused look that Soul gave him at that and pouted again, taking a drink from his cup.
It was at that point Maka came bouncing up, pigtails swaying with her movements as she latched onto her partner's arm. "Soul~ come dance with me. Please?" she asked.
Soul turned his eyes to Kidd questioningly, almost like he wanted to know if he cared that he went off with his meister for a dance or two. Kidd could see that he really didn't want to, but he was almost certain that if he didn't that Maka would Maka-Chop him for being "antisocial". So he merely smiled at the scythe and told him to have fun. He chuckled at the picture of Maka pulling him away with a bright smile.
He went to sip at his drink again and was surprised to find that it was empty, blinking slightly. When had he actually finished it off? With a shrug, he pushed through the crowd to refill his cup. He hung around the punch bowl for a while, watching the crowd and refilling his cup at times. During all this, he never noticed the affects the drink was having on him.
Liz spotted him from her spot in the crowd though and grinned, it seemed that he had no idea that she had spiked the punch. A couple times in fact. Yet he was very obviously getting tipsy, especially when he actually let a girl pull him out onto the floor to dance. When he wasn't worrying about symmetry, he could actually dance. She slid out of the crowd and stood to the side just to watch him actually having fun with no worries about symmetry for once.
However, he soon drifted away from the dancing again and was met by Soul in a corner. Soul immediately noticed that his eyes were somewhat hazy, and noted that he had been drinking the punch. He had had suspicions about the drink, but now he was certain that he was correct. "Hey Kidd, you feeling alright?" he asked as the reaper twisted out of the way of some girl.
The reaper in question smiled in the affirmative. "I'm fine, Soul. Why do you ask?" he asked, tipping his head to the side.
The scythe was in shock at the obvious asymmetrical movement, but he decided it wouldn't be wise to point it out. "No reason. Just looked sorta hazy there for a minute," he said, flashing him a quick smile.
Kidd laughed slightly and shrugged it off. "I don't feel any different," he said, leaning against the wall out of the way of the people going back and forth in the crowd. "Are you having a good time, Soul?" he asked.
The albino glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes and then nodded once. "Yeah, pretty good when Maka isn't dragging me around the place," he said, baring his teeth in a grin. That got a chuckle out of the teen beside him and Kidd tipped his head back against the wall so that he was looking at the ceiling slightly. Soul smiled and relaxed, maybe Kidd wasn't as bad off as he thought initially. "How about you? I've never seen you with a girl on the dance floor beside your weapons before," he pointed out.
Kidd shrugged slightly at that. "Never been interested in dancing with girls, or dancing much honestly. She was begging though and I hated to make her cry if I said no," he said with a slight sigh.
That caused Soul to cock his head slightly. "Why not? Dance with girls that is," he said.
The reaper looked briefly amused, glancing at his friend. "They're too asymmetrical for my taste, and really, I just don't like females that way," he said.
Soul's jaw dropped at the secret that Kidd had unknowingly just told him. Because really, that pretty much screamed out "oh yeah, by the way I'm gay!" to the world. Or at least to Soul. He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking away from the boy. "Is that so?" he asked, if only because he felt the need to say something to his friend.
Kidd nodded lightly, looking out over the crowd again. "Really though, shouldn't be to much of a shock to you," he said.
Thinking back on it, Soul could agree. There wasn't one moment that he had ever seen Kidd with a female, or even show a little bit of interest in one. With a slight frown, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug and sighed. Well, wasn't that just a conversation killer. Find out one of your closest friends was gay, and then realize that he hadn't been exactly hiding it. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall. It was a new thought process for him.
He wasn't aware of how long he sat like that until he felt a presence hovering above him. He shifted slightly, aiming to get out of the way but he found himself trapped by arms on either side of him. His eyes started to flicker open but then he felt a pair of chapped, dry lips pressed against his own. Lightning jolted through his system and his eyes opened quickly. Soul was left staring into golden hued eyes that were glazed from the alcohol he had consumed.
Before he could think about what he was doing, Soul slammed his hands into Kidd's chest and knocked him back. He wiped at his mouth, eyes wide with shock.
Kidd stared at him, almost in a confused manner before he seemed to sober up very, very quickly. It clicked in his hazy mind that what he did was wrong, and he took a half a step back. "I- I... shit. Sorry," he said quickly before turning on his heel and bailing out of the club.
Soul stared at the spot he had been for a minute before he processed what had just happened. "W-wait!" he called belatedly. What the hell had just happened there?