On with the story. You can obviously tell I have nothing better to do, huh?

I don't own Soul Eater.

Despite what his Father had said, Kid found himself walking to school with Liz and Patty right behind him. The sisters were discussing the pros and cons of going to school, but he couldn't bring himself to point out that it didn't really matter what they thought. School was mandatory now that he'd joined the DWMA with his two weapons. He had his thinking face on, as Patty would say.

Thoughts of his nightmare circulated in his head, and he couldn't quite get the image of a blood stained mask out of his mind.

Bloody hands, big and once white, an angry skull mask stained red and eyes of black. The scream of a thousand damned souls, the harsh, mocking laughter and the feel of spiders on his skin, where he couldn't see anything. Three red eyes, a terribly familiar voice and words he couldn't quite hear -

"You ok Kid?" A hand gripped his shoulder, and the young reaper jumped turning to look at the concerned face of Maka. Behind her, Soul stared at him with the same concern in his red eyes. Kid faked a smile and nodded, certain that his voice would falter if he spoke right then. The scythe meister obviously didn't believe him, and frowned at the reaper, but let go anyway. She'd learned that it was better to let the god work things out by himself.

They continued on towards the school. Kid smiled as he heard the familiar sound of Black*Star laughing and claiming that he'd transcend the gods and become one himself. He heard Maka sigh, and glanced back at her to see the blonde shaking her head at her loud mouthed friend's antics. He wondered when Black*Star would tell her his feelings; the assassin had already confessed to him and Soul, and the scythe had approved (after threatening him with bodily harm if he hurt his meister).

He supposed it wasn't really his business. An elbow digging into his side caught his attention, and he shot a glare at a certain weapon.

"Would it kill you to keep your hands off of me?" Soul flashed the young reaper one those shark toothed grins that never failed to make his knees weak. That same grin softened, and the white haired boy slowed down, so that they were behind their group of friends. Ah, there it was. The concern he'd seen beforehand.

"So, what's up? It's not cool to keep things from your friend y'know." Kid sighed, reaching down to grasp Soul's hand in his. It made him feel better to have something to anchor his thoughts in place.

"...I couldn't sleep very well. Nightmare again." He lowered his voice to a whisper, and felt the weapon squeeze his hand. For a second, one precious second, he leaned into the other boy, enjoying his warmth, the way their hands fit so well together, and then he had to pull away; none of their friends knew.

A large part of him never wanted to let go.

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Lord Death watched all of the teachers and professors leave, waving goodbye until he could no longer see them or hear them. Letting his shoulders droop beneath the cloak, he reached to pull the cloak's hood down, mask next to be pulled off. The God turned to look at his reflection, at how exhausted he looked, at how his once bright eyes were now dark and saddened.

"You look like you could use a vacation." Death turned, smiling at Spirit, who took the steps up to the platform two at a time, until he stood next to the tired God.

"I can't go on vacation even if I wanted to. You could though. Take Maka with you, invite Soul as well. Didn't she say she wanted to see the ocean?" He realized that he had to look up to see his weapon's face, and it hit him how grown up - how mature - the redhead had become since he was a teenager.

"Ahh, but if I left, who'd take care of you when you don't do it yourself?" Spirit nudged the black haired man, and held up a small bag from a cafe not too far from the school.

"It's blueberry, your favorite." Death blinked in surprise and took the muffin from the scythe, honestly startled that the man had bothered to remember his favorite kind of morning food. Even if they were a little more than meister and weapon...

"Hurry up and eat, that team we sent yesterday reached the town." Death nodded, a flush creeping up his pale face when Spirit leaned over to kiss him, softly and oh-so-sweetly.

Goddammit. He wasn't supposed to get attached to mortals.

I'd love it to see some reviews, even just a thumbs up or something would be great. I need feedback to make sure my writing doesn't seem too out of character. I feel like I don't write Black*Star very well.