Author's Note: Inspiration comes from the smallest things.

I do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters in this fanfiction.


When Blackstar woke up that next morning, he immediately noticed how close to the edge of the bed Death the Kid was sleeping. Or more accurately, he noticed how far away the other boy was.

The wonderful ecstasy he had been feeling because of the dark haired shinigami was gone and Blackstar was missing it more and more intensely ever second.

No need to sit around and do nothing about it, that's not my awesome style. Blackstar reached out towards the other boy.

He had only wanted to pull Kid closer, to feel the soft, pale flesh against his own. So he could regain composure.

But the moment Blackstar slid his hand onto Kid, gripping the shinigami's side, the blue haired meister got an unexpected surprise.

First he got a pillow slammed roughly into his face which made him cry out in a sort of muffled surprise, "Gah!" And While he had gotten this violent attack by a bed assortment, he'd heard a noise that sounded a lot like a giggle.

But of course, Blackstar shook his head inwardly at himself for even giving the thought a chance, that giggle COULDN'T have been Kid.

"Kid, why are you slamming pillows into my face? Sneak attacks against somebody as awesome as me, you must've been feeling uneasy by my huge aura." Blackstar laughed lightly, tossing the silky black pillow aside casually.

More like huge ego. Kid thought as he glared angrily at Blackstar. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration but his cheeks were bright pink. He snapped furiously, "Don't tickle me!"

He blinked, once, then again. And once more for good measure before Blackstar was able to comprehend that Kid had indeed let out that giggle which was caused by the fact that the serious, almost unapproachable Death the Kid was tick-lish.

With a surprised but pleased grin, Blackstar put his hand behind his head. He had meant to say it to be more intimidating like, 'I'm going to tickle you again' but it came out more sheepish, "Ticklish huh?" He saved himself by casually saying, "You don't seem the type. But even someone as awesome as me has a weak spot, so its okay!" The meister patted Kid's shoulder, "Even IF you did let out that girly little giggle!" Blackstar had saved himself, then doomed himself in a matter of seconds.

The final straw had been pulled and after violently knocking Blackstar on the head with his fist, Kid sighed, content, "Time for breakfast."

While the blood dribbled down Blackstar's face, his head throbbing with fresh pain, he heard Death the Kid exit the room.

I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE, KID!

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"Its perfect," Blackstar heard Kid say as he jumped down the long flight of stairs, grabbing the banister at the end so he could whip around and gain some momentum.

"Are you talking about me?" The blue haired meister slid into the room, striking a pose as if he were doing a finale for a guitar solo. "Because I'm as perfect as they get, baby!" He sang loudly which made Kid shake his head and sigh softly.

"I'm talking about the new picture I put up," Kid put his hands on his hips, admiring his work. His cheeks were flushed with excitement and he nodded once, "Its art, I tell you, look at its magnificence!"

As he stood up from the ground, Blackstar looked to the picture. In confusion and thought, he put his hand to his chin, cocking his head to the side.

It was a picture of a black triangle, a massive picture of a black equilateral triangle. And that was it.

"Its kinda boring." Blackstar said, then grinned, "You should put a huge picture of ME there instead! Then you can always remember my awesomeness!"

Kid rejected the offer immediately in an unconcerned and calm manor, "You're not going on my wall, you are not symmetrical." He put his hands in his pockets and proceeded to walk into the kitchen.

It'd look a lot better than a triangle, Blackstar grinned and shrugged lightly. Then he put his hands behind his head and followed the shinigami, watching the elegance that was Death the Kid. The way he held himself up straight, walking as though on an invisible line, walking so neat and determined yet without any air of cockiness. As if he was just made to be so...cool and collected. The way Kid wore all black and managed to pull it all off simply because that was just how he was. The way his sides were just so...TICKLISH.

He couldn't help himself, it was just too tempting. Blackstar jumped forward, grabbing both Kid's sides like one would a rubber duckie, "Gotcha!"

Kid squirmed, losing all of of his stature for a moment while he cried out in laughter, "S-s-stop it!" He managed to stutter through his fits of merriment. Blackstar's nimble fingers danced along the sides of Kid's body making the other boy crack up to the point that he was red in the face.

All too soon, Death the Kid broke free, slapping Blackstar's hands away. With a innocent smile, Blackstar held up his hands, giving in.

"You!" Kid slammed a finger into the blue haired boy's face, looking most furious and out of breath, "This little...ticklish predicament, it stays between me and you! You are to tell no one!" He huffed then stormed out of the room to the kitchen, brushing his shirt down to perfection.

Blackstar blinked once, surprised, his very own secret with Kid! This meant the shinigami would have to keep him around, in fear that Blackstar would blab about him being ticklish. It would ruin the image of the stoic, cold shinigami and Kid probably found being ticklish unsymmetrical in some sort. He was officially on the inside of Death the Kid's life and there was no way he was leaving now.

"Roger that!" He cheered, pumping a fist before chasing after the dark haired boy.