Ren: It has come to my hilariously short attention that there are no Addams Family/Soul Eater crossovers on this site. Think about it... Shinigami-sama (or Lord Death if you prefer...) would totally be friends with the Addams adults, leaving Kidd as a 'childhood friend' to Wednesday and Pugsley. Also, sorry in advance if anyone's out of character.

Kidd: Excuse me. Ren, may I have a moment?

Ren: Sure, Kidd what's up?

Kidd: It's just that... I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO TAKE PART IN THIS FANFICTION! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE ADDAMS MANSION? IT'S TOTALLY UNSYMMETRICAL! SEND ME ANYWHERE! AZKABAN! HELL! OR WORSE, NEW JERSEY! JUST PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME STAY THERE!

Ren: Kidd, if you go I'll give you perfectly symmetrical cookies~. And, you won't have to do the disclaimer.

Kidd: Fine...

Patti: YOUKAWA REN DOESN'T OWN THE ADDAMS FAMILY OR SOUL EATER! IF HE DID THEN HE'D BE STINKIN' RICH AND LIVE WITH GIRAFFES IN A BIG~ HOUSE!

Ren: No Patti, that's what you'd do... Whatever, ON WITH THE SHOW!

Da Da Da Dum! (Snap Snap)

New York City: Central Park

"Kidd, are you sure we had to take this mission?" Liz began looking around nervously as the young Shinigami intently studied a map of the park. "I've heard all sorts of crazy stories about this family... I mean, what if they're Kishin?"

"Not to worry, Liz..." Kidd said reassuringly as he looked up from the map to orient himself. "Father and I have dealt with these people in the past. Rest assured, despite their... tendencies, they're allies of Shibusen and have never supported any of the Kishin that came to power in the past. They didn't side with Asura nor the Axis nor that strange Riddle fellow, so I think it's safe to say that those stories are just that; stories." He reminded Liz as he showed her the flyer from the mission board. The request was stylishly handwritten in black ink on a piece of tattered parchment:

WANTED: HOUSESITTERS!

My beautiful wife and I intend to go on a second honeymoon and require someone to aid our family in looking after the house. This will be a relatively easy assignment, but we respectfully request accepting, open-minded students with a taste for the dark. Please present this message to our valet upon arrival.

PAYMENT: 20 pre-Kishin souls

Signed,

Gomez Alonzo Addams

0013 Cemetery Way, Central Park, New York City

"Back up, you and your dad know the Addamses?" Liz asked, visibly worried.

Kidd nodded, preparing to begin another possibly unnecessary exposition. "Well, they are allies and benefactors of Shibusen. But, due to the irregularity of their support and the occasional relocation of their mansion... Father has an agreement of sorts with the Mr. Addams. Once every three years, the Addams are to come to Death City and report to him personally. During that time, we served as their hosts, taking them on outings in the city and holding parties." Kidd paused, then shivered. "The children then played disturbing games with me like 'Is There a God?'."

"How does he know they weren't lying?"

"Oh, Father had them swear upon their ancestor's graves. See, they take family and their honor very seriously."

"Then why the hell are we taking this mission?" Liz asked, still freaking out.

"Well, as a Shinigami, I feel that it's my duty to maintain good relationships with our allies. And Father said that we were the only ones that could possibly handle this mission. Besides, we're simply looking after their house for a week while Mr. and Mrs. Addams are on a trip. No combat, no life or death situations. Just looking after a mansion..."

"Well..."

"HEY GUYS~! I FOUND A SPOOKY HOUSE!" Patti bounded over, giggling madly as she pointed in a seemingly random direction. "C`MON~!"

"Well, it seems Patti's found our destination." Kidd chuckled as he folded both the map and request and placed them in his pocket. "Coming Liz?"

"Fine, but you owe me a week-long shopping spree if anything goes wrong." Liz relented, steeling her nerves for the impending chaos.

"I'll be sure to warn my bank account..." Kidd joked as they walked after Patti, who had started singing a song that only made sense to her.

Central Park: An Old, Decrepit House

"Brother dearest, you have been accused of the most grievous crime of Heresy." a pale girl with black pigtails calmly stated, turning to a chubby boy tied down upon the rack. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty!" He shouted. Well, he must have really hated having arms... and legs... and a properly aligned spine...

"That's what they always say..." the pigtailed girl mused as she cranked the handle at the top roller, relishing her younger sibling's screams of pain and pleas to do it again. "Now, let me ask you again..." The girl produced a wicked looking knife. "How do you plead?"

"Maman, Children, there's someone you have to meet..." A woman's voice rang out from the top of the stairs. Sighing, the pale torture-master released her captive and put away her knife. She could torture her brother anytime she wanted. Right now, she had to join her brother and meet their new 'special friends'.

(Meanwhile!)

Death the Kidd, Liz and Patti stood in front of an old, rusted gate. The trio's eyes were fixed upon the house that lay before them. The building sat upon a small hill and resembled a haunted house. However, unlike the haunted houses seen in cheesy cartoons about mystery-solving teenagers and talking dogs, the air of terror here was very, very real. Headstones dotted the unkempt front lawn and the trees looked dead and twisted. The house itself looked like it was going to collapse at any moment.

Liz looked ready to faint, Kidd was biting back his usual OCD rants and Patti... started singing her little song again. "They're creepy and they're ooky./ Mysterious and spooky/ They're all together Kooky/ THE ADDAMS FAMILY!"

"Patti, 'Ooky' isn't a word," Kidd snapped, producing a black notebook from his jacket. "And the last thing we need right now is that song of yours stuck in our heads."

"What's with the book?" Liz asked, managing to avert her gaze from the house. "Plan on killing someone by writing their name?" She knew the joke was not only bad, but also in poor taste. But, it helped her fight the growing sense of dread.

"Hardly. In order to avoid insulting the Addams, Father requested I muzzle my OCD. Therefore, I shall keep a journal, recording what occurred and listing everything that disturbed me throughout the week. Then, upon returning home, I will make sure everything is symmetrical."

"Of course. So how do we-" The gate creaked open, causing Liz to shriek and grab onto Kidd.

"L-Liz! This is a new coat!"

"I-DON'T-CARE! SCREW-THE-SOULS! SCREW-YOUR-DUTY! I-JUST-WANNA-GO-HOME!" Liz babbled, still clutching Kidd's coat.

"Patti, grab your sister." The young Shinigami sighed and followed the younger Thompson as she laughed maniacally, grabbing her wailing sister and dragging her up the hill and onto the front porch.

The sound of the porch's floorboards creaking under their weight did nothing to soothe Liz's shattered nerves. The sound of shrieks when Kidd pulled the bell rope didn't help either. So, when the door opened to reveal a large man stuffed into a butler's uniform, the oldest Thompson began to hyperventilate.

"You raaang?" the large man drawled out, ignoring the shrieks of terror and giggling.

Kidd, however, was not phased. All shock was brutally beaten out of him thanks to his first encounter with the Addams family at the tender age of 5. "Hello, Lurch. We are the Shibusen team your employers requested."

"Follow... the study..." Lurch answered, lumbering off with the reaper and handguns in tail.

"Kidd, what was that thing?" Liz harshly whispered.

"Lurch is the Addams family's valet and he's not a thing. He's a monster." Kidd deadpanned.

"WHAT?"

"Technically, he's a zombie like Sid..." Kidd trailed off as Lurch stopped before an ornately carved door. Following the monstrous butler into the study, they saw a pale woman in a black, gothic dress reclining on an old Victorian-style sofa and a man in a pinstriped suit pacing about. The man then took and ax off the wall... and threw it at Lurch who simply stepped out of the way as the ax embedded itself in the door.

"Damn you and your lightning reflexes, man!" The man said with not a hint of malice in his voice. In fact, he seemed disturbingly happy...

"SShhiibuuseenn..." Lurch groaned in his gravelly tone before excusing himself to tend to the plants.

"Ah, the young reaper returns! My goodness, how you've grown!" The man bounded over with a smile, clapping a hand on Kidd's shoulder. "How has your father been?"

"Hello, Mr. Addams... Father has been well and looking forward to your next visit, thank you for asking." Kidd replied politely with a slight bow. "These are my Weapons, Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson." The young Shinigami gestured to the sisters. Patti waved cheerfully at the funny man while Liz started eying the nearby bay window for a quick escape.

"Of course! Where are my manners? I! Am Gomez Addams," the man in the pinstriped suit introduced himself with dramatic flair, eliciting a giggle from Patti and an amused half smile from the woman on the couch. "And this... is the love of my life and hopefully beyond the grave; Morticia."

"Now, about the mission you sent in..." Kidd cleared his throat, wasting no time getting down to business and snapping Gomez out of his passionate swooning (Read: normal behavior)

"Ah yes! You see, my wife and I are going on our second honeymoon. We're taking a weeklong tour of Paris, taking in all the wonderful sights: The sewers, the catacombs and the like. So, we need someone to help the children and Lurch look after the mansion." Gomez explained with a grin, showing off a lopsided grin with teeth that probably put Soul's to shame.

"I see..." Kidd noted, reminding himself that he had something new to add to his journal entry.

"Well, let's introduce your partners to the rest of the family..." Morticia calmly said with a half-smile, as her husband helped her to her feet. (AN: As a man, I have never worn a hobble dress. But, if anyone has, please tell me if it is hard to get up in one...) "Maman, Children, there's someone you have to meet."

Almost instantly, an old woman dressed in tattered clothes came in holding what appeared to be a dead cat, followed by a pale girl of fourteen dressed in black and a chubby, 12 year-old boy wearing a striped shirt and shorts. The girl was holding a headless doll while the boy had a blowtorch and welder's mask.

"Ah~ the reaper's back!" the old hag crowed sweetly, pinching Kidd's cheeks. "Wanna buy a severed head?"

"Maybe later Granny..." Kidd politely declined, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Meh, suit yourself." the old woman shrugged, whipping out the shrunken head. Apparently, it was disappointed by Kidd's decision and started crying. Granny Addams quickly left the room, muttering about chocolate and trying to reassure the head.

"Liz, Patti, meet Wednesday and Pugsley Addams, they were... friends of mine as a child." Kidd gestured to the spawn of the Addams, hesitating at the word 'friends'. Patti, unsurprisingly laughed and said something along the lines of 'You're weird, I like you!' as Liz tried to not to show any fear. Sadly, the children probably could smell it radiating from her.

"Nice to see you again Kidd. Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Thompson sisters." Wednesday said politely as she calmly shook both Liz's and Patti's hands while her brother donned his welder's mask and lit the blowtorch. "Pugsley! Not yet..."

"Tthhee ccaarr..." Lurch made his presence known once again. Frankly, Kidd thought to himself, it was amazing that a man of that size could move so quietly.

"That's our cue! Kidd, there's a list of chores posted by the statue of Kali in the foyer and feel free to order out if you or your partners want a meal... without a little bite to it." The Addams patriarch instructed the young Shinigami, still grinning his shark-y grin.

"Now remember children, Kidd and his Weapons are going to help you look after the mansion. Treat them like any other member of our family." Morticia reminded her children.

"Does this mean we can't maim them?" Pugsley asked, seemingly disappointed.

Their mother, raised her hands in false defeat."Well if you really want to, but nothing fatal..." a half-smile played across her face as he chubby boy cheered. "Paris awaits husband, allons-y."

"Tish! You know what French does to me!" Gomez declared amorously, shooting his wife a look that probably can't be described in a Teen rated fanfiction.

"Please dear, wait until we get to the car..." Morticia subtly laughed at her husband's antics as Lurch took their bags and followed them to a hearse parked outside.

"Shall we play a game of Conquest of the Golden Horde?" Wednesday asked as soon as the front door slammed shut.

"Not sure I know that one..." Liz said, calmed by the Addams girl's polite nature. "What system's it for?"

"I never said it was a video game..." the girl smiled as she produced a loaded crossbow and pointed it at Liz while her brother brandished a battle-ax with glee.

"Don't worry, we outnumber them." Kidd muttered. "All we have to do is split up... I'll run to the graveyard out back, you head to the library and Patti- Where is Patti anyway?"

"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND!" Patti squealed as she rode a lion into the study.

"How sweet, Kitty Cat likes you." Wednesday cooed as the younger Thompson turned her feline mount upon her Meister and sister. "Would you like to be a Mongol with us?" Patti didn't answer, she just nodded energetically as the newly formed 'Mongol Horde' advanced upon the 'villagers'

"This may not end well..." Kidd sighed as Liz clung to his shoulders screaming bloody murder. It was going to be a long week.

AN: Well? Is it any good? Anyway, lemme apologize again if anyone, especially the Addams are out of character. I'm just mashing up the Musical and the Movies for characterization. Any way, please review. Other wise you'll be receiving a visit from Wednesday and Pugsley.

P.S: I mentioned Kidd's keeping a journal throughout the week. Anyone want me to include that?