Pairing: SoulxKid (semexuke), slight SoulxMaka

Song:Porn Star Dancing

Artist:My Darkest Days

Rating: T

Kid had been missing for three years.

No-one had a clue why he had left, and no-one could find him. Not even Maka with her strong soul perception.

There'd been no goodbyes, no reason for leaving, only a short note he'd left on his bed.

To the person who finds this note;

I'm sorry, but I can no longer continue to stay in Death City, and I would rather not say why. The details are to embarrassing and tedious. Do not come looking for me. I mean it.

Signed, Death The Kid.

I could recite it off by heart, I had a copy of it hidden under my pillow, and I read it every night.

Guilt would eat me alive, had it been my fault? I'd always called him a "freak" or a "weirdo" whenever he had an OCD attack, or whenever he did something shinigami-ish.

Of course, everyone was doubting themselves. Lord Death had talked himself into a state of depression afterwards, the world temporarily being thrown into chaos as he did.

Everyone who wasn't in our group made mad assumptions, like that he had been raped, or that he had been in trouble with gangsters and shit. There was no definite answer.

He was untraceable. All we could do was mourn for his loss.


Ding dong!

"Makaaaa…I mumbled sleepily, nudging the girl in the bed next to me.

"Whatt..?"

"Door.."

"You get it."

"Why should I?"

"Too sleepyyyy…ass hurtsss…"

I groaned, but got up out of bed anyway.

My meister and I had been dating now for a year and a half. Everyone had predicted it happening, it was more or less inevitable.

I walked to the front door, and opened it.

There, in all his blue-haired glory, stood none other than Black Star.

"YAHOOO! Took you long enough to answer the door, Soul! Come on, hurry up and get changed, we got a big day ahead of us!"

"Whaaa…?"

The assassin rolled his eyes.

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Forgot what?"

"Chrona's birthday!"

My sleep-crusted eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"HOLY SHIT, THAT'S TODAY?"

"Yea!"

"I-I didn't get him anything! Crap! I completely forgot…"

"Me too, so I had a brainwave…"

"Huh?"

A mischievous glint appeared in his eye.

"We'll take him to a strip club."

A similar smile appeared on my lips.

"I like your thinking, Black Star."

"Hurry up and get changed, I don't wanna miss Kira!"

Blood started running down both our noses.

Kira was, without a doubt, the hottest stripper in the joint.

I legged it back into the bedroom, where Maka was waiting for me, wearing nothing but a see-through dressing gown. I think it's safe to say, she's not flat-chested anymore.

"Hiya, Soul~"

"M-Maka…"

"Who was at the door?"

"Black Star, he's still there, he and me, um I, we-we're going to take Chrona out for his birthday."

Her eyes widened.

"THAT'S TODAY?"

"I said the same thing!"

"Craaaap…"

She hopped out of bed and started to get dressed, as did I.

I quickly dragged a comb through my hair. It was no longer white-after I'd become a Death Scythe, me and Maka decided that it was about time to join a normal school, and I started dying it. I was gonna take prevention against the albino jokes.

"Where are you guys taking Chrona?"

"Probably just out drinking. Nuthin' much. Just good ol' manly fun."

"Mmhmm…"

She didn't know that me and Black Star often went to strip clubs, if she did, she'd probably Maka-Chop me in the balls.

When I was done getting ready, I legged it out of our apartment, grabbing Black Star's sleeve and dragging him along with me.

"Woah, Soul, slow down!"

"Must…get…to…strip club…"

We threw ourselves onto my motorbike, and sped off to pick up Chrona.


"Oh…my…God…"

I smirked. Chrona's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, ogling all the semi-naked chicks grinding themselves against poles attached to the ceiling and floor.

"Wait till you see Kira. You'll get your first nosebleed!"

"N-nosebleed? I don't know how to deal with that!"

"Do you know how to deal with a boner?"

"Noo…"

"Then you better pray for a nosebleed."

He gulped.

The three of us took a table near the stage, counting down the minutes until Kira was due on.

"Do you guys kinda think it's a bit sad that we're at a strip club at 10 in a morning?"

We stared at the swordmeister incredulously."What do you mean?"

"Well…isn't it just a bit…seedy?"

Black Star and I shared a glance.

"Trust us, when you see this chick, you'll know why we come here."

"Why? Is she pretty?"

Blood started dripping out of my nose, so Black Star spoke up.

"Imagine Tsubaki's head on Patty's body."

"Woah!"

A tiny droplet of blood trickled out of his nose.

The assassin and I chuckled.

We settled into a comfortable silence as we watched a blonde with (rather obviously surgically enhanced) large breasts dressed in a slutty nurse's outfit slide down a pole.

"Hey, you guys…"

Black Star and I turned to face the pink-haired meister.

"What's up, Chrona?"

He looked me in the eye solemnly.

"You know who should be here, don't you?"

We avoided each others' gaze as we remembered our missing comrade.

"LAAAAAADDDIEEEESSS…oh, who am I kidding? GENTLEMEEEEEEEENNN!" a loud voice over the speakers announced.

It was time~

"PRESENTING THE ONE AND ONLYYY, KIRAAAAAA!"

I stood up, giving a standing ovation. The assassin did the same. Chrona looked lost.

A pale-skinned, black-haired girl sauntered out seductively from behind the red curtains on the left side of the stage, wearing nothing but a pair of Daisy Dukes and a jade-green bra.

Blood gushed all over my face.

Dayum…

My Darkest Days' Porn Star Dancing began playing over the speakers, and the stripper launched into her routine, singing along as she did.

"Kelly won't kiss my friend Cassandra, Jessica won't play ball, Mandy won't share her friend Miranda, doesn't anybody live at all…"

Loud cheers flooded the club as men flocked to the stage to get a better view. I was nearly crushed by a large fat man who was practically drooling everywhere.

Kira strutted forward, and I don't know if I was imagining it or not, but she…winked…at me?

Changing the lyrics slightly, she sung, "I am a girl, who can put on a show, the dollar decided how far you can go with me…"

She stopped singing as she launched into the main routine.

She wraps those hands around that pole, she licks those lips and off we go!

Her slender legs wrapped themselves around the silver pole, and she shimmied down it sexily, licking her lips seductively.

She takes it off nice and slow 'cos that's porn star dancing…

Okay, she was definitely looking at me now. I sweated a little, and more blood flowed.

More pole dancing followed, and I got increasingly hard. Her face, her body, her voice…it was driving me nuts.

Money was being thrown at her, like a green rain. She chuckled, and her song ended.

A large groan erupted from the aroused crowd.

"Now, now, boys, you know the drill. I have to go, but one of you…" she dropped her voice, making it husky. "…gets to come with me."

Blood was spewing everywhere now. Never before had I wanted to fuck someone so bad. My heart nearly stopped when she pointed to me.

"You. How's about we clean you up, little boy?~"

She extended a pale hand, and I took it, not believing my luck. Black Star wolf whistled, whilst Chrona yelled; "Hot lady! I know how to deal with that!"

Kira pulled me onto the stage and lead me behind the curtains, and into a dimly lit, run-down room.

"Soo…what's your name, little boy? What do you want me to scream?"

"S-"

I was about to give her my real name, but I decided against it. Gossip travels fast in Death City, the last thing I need is for Maka to find out I slept with a stripper. I blurted out the first name that came to mind.

"Wes."

She smirked.

"Wes Evans, I presume?"

"W-wha..?"

"Haha. Your eyes. There's only two people I know with eyes that colour~"

Shit. Should've bought contacts.

"I used to know your little brother, Soul…he was a dear friend of mine…"

Huh?

Did I know this girl?

I mean like…know her, know her?

She began to trace small circles on my chest, sighing deeply.

"I haven't seen him in so long…I miss him…"

Tears rolled down her face. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling my nose into her hair. It smelt sweet-like cherries, mixed with some kind of flower. She began to unhook her bra.

"I-I guess we better get down to business then…"

"No, we don't have to…"

"Please, I need the money…"

"I'll give it to you."

"I don't take charity."

"It's not charity. I'm offering to help you."

"That's what charity is."

Her thin shoulders shook with every sob.

"Hey…look…I'm sorry…""I-it's okay…"

I smiled at her, and she grinned back."So how have you been…Soul?"

I gasped.

"W-WHAT?"

"Don't think I can't tell it's you. No-one else on this planet has teeth like that and isn't a kishin."

"H-how do you know me?"

"You still don't recognise me, do you?"

"I don't even know you!"

She sighed, and turned around, so her back was facing me. I saw her raise one hand to her face, and she popped out a coloured contact, then another.

When she turned back around, I audibly gasped.

Her eyes, which had previously been a deep green colour, were now a double-ringed yellow.

"K-Kid? Is that you?"

She sighed.

"Yea, it's me."

"Y-you got a sex change?"

A deep frown appeared on her-or now his-face.

"No, that's the problem. I don't know why I'm like this. I've been stuck in this body for three years."

I sucked in my breath.

"That's why you left."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

The shinigami nodded.

"I can't face people we know seeing me like this. It'd be too humiliating."

"We could've helped you."

"How?"

He had me stumped. It wasn't everyday that men became hot-ass women without surgery.

"H-how..?"

"I don't know. I woke up one morning and I was like this. All I remember about the night before was having a strange dream…"

"What kind of dream?"

He blushed.

"A wet one."

"And you dreamt you were a girl?"

"Apparently so."

"Do you think…you transformed yourself…like…subconsciously?"

Kid pondered this thought for a while.

"It is possible…"

Another thought occurred to me.

"Why couldn't Maka find you with soul perception?"

"I worked out a kind of soul protect for shinigamis and used it on myself."

"Ohh…"

I couldn't believe it. Kira, this amazingly hot stripper with the body of a goddess, was actually none other than the junior Death God himself? My head spun.

"Soul…are you alright?"

"Yea…it's just a lot to take in all at once, heh…"

Kid grinned warmly.

"H-how did you end up becoming the headliner for a strip club?"

He Excalibur-faced.

"Well, I was out living on the streets-luckily Patty and Liz had made me more street smart-when this guy kind of approached me. He told me that I was pretty and that he could make me an offer I couldn't refuse. He offered me a place to stay, a job, and money. I'm naturally flexible, and in this body I'm irresistible-don't deny it, I saw the way you and all the other men were looking at me."

I'd opened my mouth to protest, but shut it again to let him carry on.

"People couldn't get enough of me. Of course, I never told anyone who I really am, or that I was a guy, otherwise I'd be shipped straight back to my father. I planned never to return to Death City, I was staying in Vegas, but I missed this place, and the guy was from here, soo…"

He sighed, indicating that he was done talking. I could feel my eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"Does that mean you've had…"

"Sex with guys? Of course. I have to, otherwise people would become suspicious."

I stepped forward, and grabbed his shoulders. They were still thin, but now more delicate and feminine.

He didn't seem to understand what I was doing, and tried to wriggle free. I pulled him into a hug, and he stopped.

We stood in this embrace for what felt like hours, even though I could tell it was only a few minutes. Eventually, I let him go, and stared at his new face. I'd always spent all the time in his presence ogling his breasts, never really looking at their owner.

He was still deathly pale, his gold eyes making it look whiter. His black hair was flawless, I guess he'd dyed the stripes out. He noticed me staring at them.

"They come back every eight hours. Half my earnings go out on hair dye."

I nodded, and carried on looking at his god-now goddess-like features. Same nose, same chin, same bored expression…

same lips…

No way. Did I really just think that?

It's only because he looks like a girl. It's only because he looks like a girl. It's only-HOLY CRAP!

My lips were on his. And he wasn't pulling away.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in closer. Pretty soon, it became a battle between tongues.

My hands wandered down his hips, and it was only when I realised how curved they were, a thought occurred to me.

All this time, I'd been acknowledging Kira as a he.

I'd shoved my tongue into her mouth imagining her as a he.

Was I…gay?

No, I couldn't be, I had Maka, right?

Small, thin, not-as-flat-chested-but-still-small-Maka.

She was kinda boyish.

Then two more things hit me.

When we had watched porn together for the first time, I wasn't aroused until the male actor stepped in.

And when we actually had sex, I'd take her from behind 95% of the time. And never once imagined it was her.

With this new information, I pinned Kid-not Kira-against the wall and deepened the kiss. He moaned into it, and rubbed his leg against my growing erection at the same time.

When we broke for air, he looked me in the eye, a dazed expression on his beautiful face.

"Th-that dream I had? Before this-" he pointed at his body, "-happened?"

"Yea?"

"It was about you~"

I pulled him in again, but this time we carried on, until we were naked on the floor, tangled in the heat of passion.

"S-SOOUULL!"

We both stopped, and he covered his hand with mouth.

His voice had sounded almost…like it used to…

I looked at the young reaper beneath me, and to my shock, he was actually a he again.

"Kid! You're you again!"

He examined himself curiously, touching himself gently, as if one touch could revert him back to Kira. When he was sure that he was normal again, he flung his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear.

"I've still got enough energy to go again, have you?"

I grinned, and pressed my bruised lips against his once more.


~~The Next Day~~

Everyone in the Death Room stared at the black-haired boy clad in Soul's yellow jacket.

"K-Kid?" Lord Death breathed.

The boy nodded.

"It's me, father."

He was immediately caught in a bone-crushing hug between his elder and all his old friends.

"Kid! We missed you so much!"

"Where've you been?"

"Do you know how worried we were?"

"I love you."

Everyone stopped at that comment, and turned to face me.

"Wha-what did you say?" two voices asked.

Maka and Kid. Of course.

"I. Love. Kid."

Maka's green eyes filled up with tears, whilst Kid's filled up with a look that appeared to be…lust?

I stepped forward, and grabbed his hand.

"I love you. And I can't believe where I had to go and how long it took me to realise that."

I caught him in a passionate kiss, spurred on by the "aww"s and cheers coming from Liz, Patty, Tsubaki and Black Star.

Kid broke free, and turned to face his father.

"If we may be excused, I'd like to have a look around the DWMA for a while, see what's changed in my absence."

Lord Death nodded, and we walked out, Maka's sobs still audible slightly.

The duel-pistol wielder clutched my hand as we walked through the academy.

"We-we're not actually going for a tour of the school, are we?"

He smirked.

"My place or yours?"

"Mine. You want a song on while we-ahem-do it?"

"Of course. Stick Porn Star Dancing on, I'll show you what I've been up to these past few years."

Needless to say, I couldn't get him to my apartment fast enough.