Blah, another piece of the pie for ya. Something about this part bugged me, but I could not lay my finger on it, so i figured someone will feel the same way and stick it into the reviews, haha.

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Truth be Told

Kid leaned over the bathroom sink, breathing heavily through his nose. For the last couple hours the nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach had kept him here, hiding away in the bathroom like a coward. Talking to her was impossible without his words being followed by something a lot less pleasant. This was an insane idea from the start!

"Dude, you gonna be all right?" Soul leaned into view behind the reaper through the mirror above Kid.

"I-I-I...I-I-" The Shinigami paled even further, if that was possible, and quickly covered a hand over his mouth.

"Geez, man, not again." Soul patted him on the back, looking off to the side with a sigh and mumbled. "This is not how I wanted to spend by Friday."

"And you think this is how I thought I would be spending mine?" Kid lifted his face from the sink, looking at Soul with a deep frown.

"Well, I don't know! It can't be that hard to talk to a girl?" Soul looked at Kid, whos face was beading with sweat once again. "Ok, ok. Look..maybe if you tell me who this is, we can work somethi-"

"No!" The reaper jumped up, almost looking as if Soul had shot him or said the most filthiest sentence in history. "No, no, no! You can't know, no one can know!"

"Whoa," Soul held up his hand, raising a brow at Kid's display. "Ok, ok. I wont ask."

Kid settled slightest at hearing this, perching his elbows on either side of the sink and dipping his face into the white porcelain with a groan.

"Soooo.." The weapon scratched the side of his neck with a little frown, staring at the bathroom door with a desperate want to get out of this situation. "Ya gonna talk to her or not?"

"I don't know how!" Kid rubbed his forehead against the coolness of the sink's nozzle. "I had it all written down...But I tried talking to her and I just...Just..."

"Yeah, froze up, I know." Soul sighed and crossed his arms. "Ok, well...Um.." The student gazed at the floor, shuffling oddly. "Maybe you can practice on me."

Kid stared at him from the sink.

"To gay?" Soul gave a deep grimace, cocking is head to the side.

"Well...Its just, its meant for her, I don't want the feelings wasted on someone else." Kid managed to pull himself from the sink, the string and tingling in his stomach settling.

"Oh, come on, your talking like a woman!" Soul laughed, approaching his friend with a hard slap to his back. "Come on, just say it to me. Pretend I'm 'the girl of your dreams~'" Soul mocked playfully.

Kid mumbled something to himself, reluctantly tugging out a perfectly folded piece of paper from his front pocket. As he carefully unwrapped the square note he prayed this was not going to be an as humiliating experience as when he tried reading it before and went sprinting for the nearest container to spill his stomach into.

"Dearest anonymous, " Kid started with a nervous glance from the paper to Soul. "I-I can not put into exact words how I feel..B-But I can try to get as close as possible using what knowledge I have gathered of the feeling...I feel like I have an intimate connection with you. That we have an attraction to one another such as a personal closeness that-"

"Ok, stop."

"What?" Kid looked panicked. "Whats wrong with it? Does it sound-Hey!"

Within a couple seconds Soul had snatched the paper from Kid's hands, grinning like the clever fox he was. Before any more words could be exchanged the weapon had grasped the paper with both hands and ripped the sheet it half. Then ripped that half in half. Then that half, half in half. And tossed the shredded paper around the room in a blizzard like display. As the little shreds fell to the ground Kid barely had enough time to contain his anger.

"You ruined my speech!" Kid blurted out, grasping the falling pieces of paper in desperation.

"Your not giving a damn speech, Kid." Soul tugged the paper from his hands again, tossing it over his shoulder. "Come on, man, talk from the heart! This isn't some essay you have to write for class."

Soul gave Kid's chest a playful little punch, which caused the teenager to let out a grunt of pain. Kid did talk from the heart, he wrote it all down when he was talking from the heart and now it was gone!

"I'll forget what I'm going to say if it isn't written down, Soul, you don't understand." Kid voiced his complaint.

"Praaactice man, come on." Soul smirked, pushing his hand over Kid's eyes. "Just imagine this chicks in front of ya, and just...Talk."

Kid shifted nervously, feeling the warm heat flow through his body followed by the break out of a cold sweet over his skin. This, he was thinking, was absolutely childish. Who just talked about something so personal like this? Crazy people! It was going to sound like a rumbled mess now that he had to speak from memory. But maybe there was something in not sounding so formal?..He truely could not have guessed how this exchange went about, he just assumed.

"Just..Talk." Kid repeated in a doubtful tone.

"Yes, you gotta trust me." Soul gave him an encouraging nudge with his shoulder.

"All right..."

Kid composed his thoughts. Slowly, in the darkness of his covered eyes, the image of her appeared. The slenderness of her body, movement of her locks, and brightness of her eyes. He gulped down the nausea in his throat before opening his mouth to speak.

"H-Hey..."

He broke out in a furious blush. Great opening line. This was going terribly all ready. Kid just hoped whatever nonsense poured from his mouth she was going to understand.


There was an erry silence that filled the reaper's dinning room. He stared down into his tea, looking desperately around the green waters in search of his words from earlier. But he was drawing a blank with each passing second and it filled the air with an uncomfortable heat.

"Kid, is everything all right?"

The shinigami gave a light flinch at the sound of her voice, peering up with gloomy eyes from his herbal tea. He almost entirely forgot she was even in the same room as him. She was sitting a crossed from him, waiting. Kid tried to open his mouth several times to speak, but all that came out was a shaky breath. Why was it so hard to make one little word all the sudden! And her voice, why did it have to be so intoxicating to him? It was familiar and soft and wonderful! It made him want to stand right up and...And...He did not even know what, but it felt amazing hearing her!

"I..."

His body tensed and his voice clamped shut. The pale hands wrapped tightly around his cup shook unbearably fast, causing little clinks and ticks to clatter from hitting the plate below.

"I-I want to talk to you..." He managed, still keeping his eyes sealed shut.

"O..k...Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"...You.."

"..Me?.."

Kid began to shake even further. He sounded stupid! So incredibly stupid right now! What was wrong with him, did he really think this was ever going to work, him and her? Before doubt filled his mind further he seemed to unconsciously push out the words.

"I can't..stop thinking about y-you..." Kid sucked in a worried breath at the suddenness of himself speaking. "..I can't even talk to you properly now...Just knowing your there...Makes me act like an idiot, shaking like this."

He seemed to notice while talking the sounds from his cup were getting annoyingly loud, so he let his only stabilizer go fro the moment, his hands resting unevenly in his lap. Which made him awkwardly grab onto the legs of his pants, crumbling the black fabric into his balled up fists.

"..Your unbelievable, " Kid started again, trying to keep his nerves collected. "Unbelievable smile...Unbelievable voice...Your hair, your eyes, your...Everything...Just everything-"

"K-Kid, Wha?-"

"Please!" His eyes shot open as he spoke in desperation."...Please...Let me finish."

She looked shocked. Like a witness to a murder, which he figured was probably true considering how jumbled up his words were getting. And if he screwed himself over all ready, he figured there was no reason in not spilling all his cards on the table now.

"..I know this sounds like its coming out of no where, maybe it is, but I've felt like this for weeks..And..I just can't keep sitting here and acting like everything is fine when it is clearly not. I feel..incredible around you." Kid spoke with an on coming smile. "My stomach turns...My soul lights on fire. I want to be around you for..Hours and hours, and...And just be in your presence. I feel...I feel fantastic, amazing, over-whelmed, blessed!"

Kid was breathing heavily. Having spoken without pausing in fear of her cutting into his words before he could finish. She was staring at him in a lost-but-found sort of way and it made his heart throb in confidence and his smile continue to show itself.

"Truth be told..." Kid stared deeply into her eyes, the luminous orbs connecting and holding. "...I think I love you, Liz."

Liz Thompson stopped breathing. For a whole course of ten seconds, no air or words passed her throat. This man, her Meister, her dearest friend, confessed to loving her. It was something even her wildest dreams had not cooked up yet.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, Liz. But I just had to tell you." Kid looked back down into the tea, cupping his hands back around the cup in a way to comfort himself.

Liz stared at him in utter amazement. She never imagined him doing something like this, not ever. Liz just figured someday his father was going to arrange him to pick a wife or he was going to find some perfect, refined girl in the city to have by his side.

"Kid..." She smiled, reaching a hand a crossed the table and grazing the coolness of his fingers.

This caused the reaper to look up at her with hope and gloom in his golden eyes.

"...I think I love you too."