Dents

Summery: Kid upsets his partner and they grow closer because of it.

Warnings: Slight cursing, different languages, gender bend, hints of pairing, slight AU, OCD, small flashback, Kid being intentionally slightly OOC

Disclaimer: I don not own Soul Eater. I DO however own this fic.

KidxFem!Soul

Kid was walking slowly down the halls, fixing things as he went. He stopped at one certain frame and pondered the way it looked. He finally stepped forward to begin fixing it. He nearly pulled it from the wall when the sudden image of Maka wielding Soul entered his mind. He remembered the way she swung the Scythe and how they looked together.

A sudden thought entered his mind and he sighed, pausing with the picture hanging two cm out of line. He was fully conscience of Soul's confused stare. His partner was worried about him. He could feel the waves of it from where he stood, a few feet away from her. He sighed and continued to work on the large picture.

"It's alright if you want to leave you know."

He didn't see the shocked look on Soul's face. Nor the hurt undertones in her eyes.

"I am a bit much to handle, after all." He also didn't notice Soul's head lowering to shadow her eyes. She was becoming angry.

"So it's perfectly understandable if you did want to leave." He didn't hear her footsteps as she glided up behind him. Her eyes glowed red under the shadow of her bangs. She might not be able to keep from hitting him if he continued. He ignored the large wave of killer intent that was focused on him.

"It wouldn't really bother me much-"

SLAP

Her hand landed right beside his head on the side of the painting, denting it. Kid jumped and froze.

"Shut the Hell up."

"What? Soul-" Kid's eyes grew wide as his mind finally caught up to real life.

"I said to SHUT THE HELL UP!" Her head whipped back, tossing her hair around them and making Kid jump. He hadn't noticed that he'd dug himself so far into the hole. A distant part of him sighed in relief that she hadn't resorted to her native language yet. But another part pointed out that it may only be because she wanted to make sure that he understood everything she said.

"Who the Hell do you think you are? Huh? Telling me what the Hell to do. Huh? Don't you dare open your mouth to say another word. If you do, I'll kill you on the spot. Now you listen, and you listen good, you stupid Shinigami, Death-lord bastard. I'm staying. And nothing you, or anyone else can say, will make me leave. Got that? I do whatever the Hell I want. Got it?"

Now Kid was angry. Who did she think she was? First ordering him around, then threatening him, then insulting him. How dare she!

Kid opened his mouth to speak, hands still clutching the sides of the painting. He didn't bother to turn around. She shook her head rapidly and angrily. Kid could feel her silvery-white hair whipping against the back of his head and neck.

"Ho detto che indossato parla!(1)" She nearly shrieked. Kid shut his mouth quickly; he knew what she could do when she was like this. It was best to not anger her further.

"You think your worthless! You think I can't handle you Obsessive Compulsive tendencies? You think I'm weak? Is that an insult? Damn it. I hate you sometimes. Stupid bastard. Is that what you think about yourself? Well I have one thing to say about that."

Kid felt her other arm come up to wrap around his waist. He prepared himself to fight; he wouldn't like it, but he might have to hurt her in order to get out of this alive. He tensed when her head came closer to nearly lean on his shoulder; he felt her chilled breath brush the back of his shoulder blade and cursed himself for forgetting that she controlled ice. He jerked and gasped in surprise when she continued.

"You're not." Her voice had dropped into a soft whisper. "You're strong, and amazing, and kind, and the farthest thing from worthless. Sure your obsession is a bit annoying and hard to handle at times, but its you. And that's who I chose. I didn't choose the son of Lord Death. I didn't choose the boy who was rich or powerful or supernatural. I had the choice of all those things and more. But I chose you."

Kid closed his eyes and let her voice wash over him. It was soothing but saddening. He leaned back a little in her hold, releasing one side of the picture to intertwine their fingers on his stomach.

"I chose the boy with golden eyes and white-striped black hair. I chose the boy who was strong and smart and funny and kind and caring and..and...and so amazing. I chose the boy in the rain on the library steps. I chose you, Death." He suddenly recalled the first time they had met.

-FS (flashback start)

He'd been running home through the rain after staying later than he'd intended with his father. He was running by the library when something caught his eye. He stopped and tilted his head up to get a better look. It was a girl with long white hair sitting in front of the library on the steps. She had her legs on a step below her with her arms resting on her knees and her face from her nose down hidden behind her arms. She was staring blankly ahead, seemingly ignoring the rain and world around her. Kid could easily see her double-irised red eyes even in the pouring rain and from the short distance away.

He shuddered at the site of those blank, flat red eyes. She blinked and a drop of rain trailed the side of nose before curving down her cheek. Kid lowered his arms from his head- they'd not done any good anyway- and began to walk up the stairs. He plopped down beside her; she didn't even glance at him.

"What are you doing here in the rain?" He raised his voice just enough to be heard over the pouring rain. She didn't change.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Still nothing. He sighed and tried again. "Are you alone?" He blinked and didn't know whether to smirk at his success, or frown in confusion when she flinched. To most people, it probably would have look like a twitch. But Kid had good eyes, his symmetry OCD had trained his eyes to spot everything.

He racked his brain to try to think of something to say.

"You want to come to my place?" He jerked back with a shocked look and nearly smacked himself. Now he sounded like a pervert or something. Her eyes slid to the side to stare at him, expression unchanging. He nearly started sweating in nervousness. "I-I meant to get out of the rain! You could get sick! Plus, its cold out! That's all! Really! Honest!"

Her eyes turned forwards again. She gave a small nod and stood so suddenly that Kid nearly fell backwards. She looked down at him with only her eyes. He suddenly felt inferior and had to hold himself back from crawling.

He stood as well, studying her. Her long black dress swirled around her calves, and he eyed the calf-high military boots with interest. They looked heavy and dangerous but plain. He studied how the leather appeared slightly worn, and noticed that they were in almost perfect condition. The next thing that he noticed was the white on her dress.

It covered almost all of her front, stopping a few inches from the bottom. The white was also on the front of her sleeves, finally ending an inch from the edges. The ends of the sleeves had delicate white lace and a thin white ribbon in between the lace and white of her sleeve; the tiny bow-tie was a nice touch. It took him a moment to realize that it was a Lolita-style dress. He raised a brow before nodding and walking down the steps.

He continued home and only turned at his door, checking behind him to make sure she hadn't gotten lost, only to stare into her empty red eyes. He felt a jolt go down his spine; he hadn't even noticed her.

He quickly invited her in.

"What's your name?" He asked while they walked to his kitchen. They left their wet shoes by the door. He realized his mistake when he didn't hear her answer. He gave a small cough in embarrassment. "Sorry. I'm Kid. Death the Kid."

"Sono l'Anima.(2)" Her voice was soft and quite, but strong and steady. He could tell she was used to commanding. Then his mind processes what she'd said and he drew a blank. He hadn't studied many languages yet. So far he only spoke a few. English, French, Spanish, and he'd started Japanese. He titled his head to the side.

"...What?"

She gave the ghost of an amused smile, but her eyes didn't change. Kid fought the urge to make a cross (3) and back away hissing.

"I am Soul." She translated. He blinked and smiled. That accent was kinda cute. He wondered what country she was from. She must have read his mind because she chuckled and added, "Sono italiano.(4)" Kid nodded. She raised a brow and walked over to him and pulled the hot chocolate can from his hands. She set about making two cups while he sat back and watched.

That had started their friendship and, eventually, she had become his Weapon. She still switched into other languages every now and then, but usually only when she was toying with someone or felt strong emotions. Or when he did something to anger her; although she usually switched back to Italian for that. She'd taught him other languages, but not Italian. Not yet.

-FE (flashback end)

Kid smirked when he remembered that he'd worn civilian clothes that day. He still had them actually. With a twist of his ankle, he was facing her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Her eyes were dry but held a deep and longing sadness to them that even a broken-heart couldn't hope to reach. He was once more reminded of just how old she really was. They fell back and slid down the wall, collapsing on the floor. They stayed there for hours before Kid finally sat up and pulled Soul to his room. They lay together, just enjoying the presence of their partner before slipping quietly into slumber.

The painting never did get fixed. And that was how Kid preferred it.

(1)- "I said to SHUT THE HELL UP!" Or as the translator said "I said that put on it speaks!"

(2)- "I am Soul." or in translator speak "They are the soul. "

(3)- You know, when you hold up your fingers in a cross.

(4)- "I am Italian."

Sorry if any translations are wrong, I used an internet translator.

Please inform me of any mistakes, yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm sure you all know the drill. Hope you enjoyed! And, once again, this didn't turn out how I'd imagined it. But I hope its still good.