Behind the scenes

By: gaarasauske, I do not own soul eater , the story and OC are mine though ;)

sorry for the really long wait guys! I just got a week-long fever D: Terrible, anyway please enjoy and if I screwed up please let me know! Thoughts are welcome with me , don't be shy to PM me or review! Thank you $_$.

Chapter 3:

How did it end up like this? Thought the small reaper. "I can't believe this ! The mighty Death the Kid, dreaming about some stupid weapon boy!" he shook his head in disgust. "He isn't even symmetrical! That will not do!" he continued to mumble his morning ramblings. This wasn't a one-time thing. It's been happening more frequently lately. From staring at the boy in school, to thinking and daydreaming about him, and now to even have a vile dream like that! His dreams before were never THAT realistic, nor that... inappropriate. Sure a kiss here and there, but to actually be Naked and do that...that...that sort of... "AH! I can't even speak of it , that is how ridiculous this all is!" he shouted louder than he intended. Earning a sharp , brisk knock at his door. "Kid you alright?" Liz called from the other side of the door. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. How much had she heard. He wondered. Getting dressed quickly and opening the door. He stopped dead. Wait.. got dressed? I was just naked! What the hell? I don't remember going to bed naked! He could vaguely feel Liz shaking him to get his attention. Snapping out of his thoughts he looked up and asked with a harsh tone. "What?" glaring at the girl before him she took a step back with an incredulous look. "No need to snap kid." she said with a sharp tone of her own. "Oh, forgive me. Now, what is it?" he asked again, with a soft clipped voice. Looking satisfied by his change in attitude she replied. "If you don't hurry we will be late for class again." she called walking off down the hall. Retreating back into his room. He used the bathroom. When finished he inspected himself in the bathroom mirror. Fixing his collar and his hair. He noticed strange marks on his neck. Once again he felt his face heat up. There, were hickey marks he presumed. Remembering his dream his face beat red once more. N-No way.. he thought and shrugged it off. He didn't want to think about this right now. He must prepare for school. Without another thought he left his room and began to school with Liz and Patty after effectively checking every inch of his house for symmetry.

Putting the whole ordeal out of his mind to focus on his studies (that he didn't even need to do) he thought of it no longer. Taking his seat he stared ahead, willing all thoughts away and letting nothing bother his concentration. That was when he noticed... Soul.. he was in his seat just two chairs away from Kid's own. When he looked over at the boy, he noticed the weapon staring at him intently with a somewhat worried expression. When he finally noticed Kid looking back he blushed a deep red and whipped his head around quickly. So quick in fact that Kid could swear he heard a pop. Sure enough Soul began massaging his neck. Why is he acting so strangely.. he wondered throughout the rest of the class time. When the bell rang , he remained in his seat to perfect his papers before using a paper clip to hold them together. "Hey, Kid." A voice came beside him. Looking over he saw Soul standing there. Not looking at him but scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish. "Soul?" he asked. Inquiring as to what the boy wanted. His face turning a light pink against his will. Fumbling around his words for a minute he finally spoke. "So.. do you remember?" he asked looking away with a strong blush tinting his face and ears. "Remember what?" Kid said simply thoroughly confused. Soul's eyes widened and he rushed out of the class with a quick "Never mind." Kid's eyebrow raised in question. What was that about.. then he remembered the dream he had last night. He was beat red by now. "T-T-There's n-no way!" He cried loudly. Was that dream actually real? No way that couldn't be right. Yet perhaps... continuing his inaudible , hysterical whispering. Liz's voice interrupted him. "Class is over Kid come on get out of here!" she yelled at him at the door to the class. "Uh ..r- right. Coming. " he said back to her. What if it was real. How could that possibly be. Not one to beat around the bush when he was pissed or confused. He was going to get straight to the point. Searching around until he found Soul. He grabbed Soul's arm and started to drag him away from the people he was currently speaking to. "Gah? Kid what are you doing, dragging me around?" he called. Kid Ignored him and continued to walk at a fast pace. Making sure they were alone he stopped , still holding onto Soul's arm in case he tried to escape or avoid him in any way. "Were you at my house last night?" He said straight to the point. His golden eyes burned into those ruby red ones. The eyes in question had now grown to the size of saucer plates. "W-what are you talking about?" Soul asked accompanied by nervous laughter. "Did we have sex?" He asked again raising his voice , not removing his intense gaze from Soul. Who in turn just started stuttering madly and blushing until Kid was sure his face might spontaneously com-bust.

"N-no, I don't know what your talking about!" he finally managed to cry out. Kid narrowed his eyes. Was he mistaken? "Then what was It I should remember?" he asked the boy suspiciously. Soul looked quickly back at him. He started off for a while until saying. "Uh...something...uh about... well.. RIGHT! Playing basketball with the group... uh...today?" He stuttered out. "Hm? Is that something I was suppose to do?" he asked a finger tapping against his chin in thought. "Y-yea.. we decided ..uh yesterday.." Soul told him looking away. "Hm..." Kid responded simply. "I don't recall that." Kid told the weapon boy. "Hah! See that's why I..uh.. Asked, if you remembered!" Soul said through more strained laughter. Seeming satisfied Kid released the scythe's arm. They walked off together towards the courts with the others. Taking a seat on a nearby bench by the basketball hoop. Kid was in no mood to actually play. Especially since if he did the outcome would be the same lousy bet again to somehow screw with Kid if his team lost. With his episodes lately he wouldn't be able to handle that. Absentmindedly he gently ran a thumb across the scars underneath his sleeves. It had been that way for quite some time. As far back as he could recall he had, had this problem with anything Asymmetrical. His OCD. Was nothing but a curse. Making his life harder and sometimes unbearable. He wasn't sure when the self harm had actually started. Perhaps when he had figured out his hair was impossible to dye. It depressed him to no end. This imperfect world he HAD to right and make it symmetrical, yet he himself was Asymmetrical garbage. He hated himself more than anything else. All his preachings of how important symmetry was, yet he was nothing but trash. Did he have any right to preach to the choir, when even he was not perfect? Those episodes, sometimes harmless and small, other times, out of control and resulting in him beating himself up or cutting up his arms. Always making the lashings perfectly symmetrical of course almost as if he was trying to make up for his disgusting lack of symmetrical hair color.

Since he was indeed a Reaper, the chemicals in hair dye did not effect him in any way. His Reaper blood and DNA makeup just burned away all such chemicals making him immune. Oh then what great curse, could possible find it humorous. To inflict such a terrible condition of him such as OCD. Why was he not immune to that. He found himself wishing many times that he was never born , simply because he was imperfect, and symmetry was everything. The episodes had always happened to him. Yet recently it had become worse and worse. What started with just plain insults to himself had turned into, lack of sleep, bad eating habits, and finally self inflicted wounds. Once that began he found he wasn't able to stop. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice next to him. It was her. Amaya Hitoru. His closest friend. They had met when they were both still children. Her family had abandoned her and left her on the streets. His father had found her and taken her in seeing great Meister potential within her. They had become close ever since. Yet not even she could help him with his OCD issues. He knew that nobody ever could. Not that he would completely shut out any help. He just would refuse to ask for it himself. He was after all a mighty reaper! "What is it?" he asked her, not hearing her words before. " I said you know he is lying to you.." she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "What are you talking about?" he asked his voice lacing with confusion and frustration. "Soul, was lying to you." she said again. His face became distorted with confusion. "About?" he prodded her. "Being at the mansion last night." She winked. This threw him off, he felt his face heat up and his eyes widen. He looked quickly at Soul who seemed to have been watching their exchange. In response Kid could see the weapon boy's face pale and he looked sick watching the two of them.

He heard the boy grunt and excuse himself from the field quickly walking away. Kid heard a quick "I'm going home." from the boy before he vanished from sight. "You should, go after him." He heard the girl speak. Looking into her eyes he asked "Why?". He heard her snicker and say, "Because you Love him." It had no hesitation or questioning intent. It was stated as a simple fact , so easily spoken as if she had just said, the sky is blue. "How would you know that?" he felt his voice edge toward anger. " Please D.t.c I'm your best friend I know you very well. Just one look and I can tell how you feel about him." again with the chuckling. "Fine." he said without a fight, which was unlike him. She had expected him to retort or argue back with her. It was clear the white-haired boy had more of an effect on him then she had originally thought. Perhaps his 'episodes' were getting worse and he finally was ready to accept some form of help. Though that help being in the form of a sweet yet bitter fruit. She watched him rise and board his beelzebub. Taking off in the direction Soul had been seen walking.

Honestly , what am I doing.. Soul thought as he walked at a quick brisk pace toward his and maka's apartment building. He was prepared to be rejected, prepared to be yelled at or even get the shit beat out of him by Kid. Yet when it came time for it he just lost all nerve and avoided it. Damn it! "What the hell am I doing.." he whispered to himself lightly yanking on his hair. After he had made up his mind last night to do everything he could to help kid with that problem he was witness to. It was so shocking and horrible he couldn't stop thinking of how the boy looked slicing up his arms like that and insulting himself so harshly. He never wanted to see that or even know that kid was doing such a thing to himself. He had never realized it could be so bad. Everyone thought it was something silly and ridiculous. Funny even to watch him squirm when things were out of place. Now that Soul knew the hard truth. He wasn't able to stop worrying for the reaper or stop the memories of that night from coming to his mind. After he had left the mansion that night he wasn't able to eat or sleep. He sat in a corner of his room and cried. He even took advantage of him and did that sort of thing. He could never forgive himself. Even though Kid was so hurt and troubled. He still didn't stop.. he was ashamed and hated himself for that. He realized he deeply loved the reaper. Safely inside his apartment he shut the door and quickly took his place in the corner of his room. Sitting with his knees to his chest he hid his face, and shunned himself.

Kid wondered what he would do once he made it to the apartment Soul lived in. Standing in front of the door he thought of knocking, or just barging in. Debating for quite some time. He finally decided to just go in. As quietly as he could manage he opened the door. His footsteps quiet and soft like a cat, he wandered around the house looking for Soul. He found the boy in his room the door slightly ajar. Looking in he saw the weapon curled up in a corner. Unaware of his presence there. His heart panged painfully against his chest at the sight. His heart making his choice for him. He quietly approached the boy. He was so close now, and Soul still didn't realize he was right in front of him. Softly bending down on his knees he rested a hand on top of the boy's head. Causing Soul to jerk his head up violently, their faces were inches apart. Each looking into the others eyes. Kid noticed that Soul was crying. Wet tears were falling slowly from his face. "Kiddo?" he whispered in surprise. The reaper gave a slight smile at the nickname. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to Soul's. It was soft and gentle. Tasting faintly of sweet strawberry candy. It was a quick kiss. Kid continued to place quick gentle kisses on Soul's lips until he counted eight, he stopped. Backing away to look into the boy's eyes once again. "What are you doing... Soul." he asked softly on a whisper. Soul knew it wasn't a serious question. Maybe one that said, what do you Think your doing crying over me? Sort of thing. "I can't stop them, when I think about you." he said sobbing. Failing to restrain them they continued to fall. "Why?" Kid asked. "I saw you.. yesterday, I was there, when you hurt yourself.. in the bathroom. I saw you." he told the reaper. He widened his eyes with surprise. "How were you there? I did not see you." he asked quietly.

" Amaya." Soul said the one word, and Kid understood. "Her spells." Kid added for him. Soul nodded his head. "Why would she do that?" he asked. He saw Soul stiffen slightly but he responded with the truth. "She, knows that I care for you. She wanted me to see what was wrong with you... I asked her to let me. So she helped me to understand. Because she knows.. that I love you Kiddo." he explained. Kid just sighed and sat back on his butt. Stretching his legs in front of him. He was next to Soul. All he could manage was an, "I'm sorry you had to see that.." with a shaking voice. This got a reaction out of the weapon boy, he turned up the volume of his voice, and almost shouted. "Why are you sorry? I'M the one who should be sorry! I never knew." he looked at Kid. His eyes full of fire. "Don't be sorry for what you don't know. You Couldn't have known. No reason to blame yourself for it." Kid replied simply. The anger in Soul rose another fraction. "All I wanted was to help you! After I saw that... I can't eat or sleep, all I am is full of worry. Your hurting yourself because of your condition. You insult yourself so harshly even though your fucking perfect! It pisses me off that I don't know what I can do for you!" he hid his face in his arms again. "I'm perfect?" kid asked him. Soul just nodded his head and added. " To me, your the most perfect thing in this world." Kid found himself laughing at this. When soul's questioning gaze found its way to him. He settled down and replied. "Well the same goes for me. I think you are perfect, even if you are asymmetrical." he giggled again. "Your not the only one.. who loves someone. I love you Soul." he kissed the boy again. "Then.. will you let me be with you?" Soul asked him. Getting an incredulous look from the reaper. "Of course! Isn't that what love means?" he laughed again. "I will keep you from doing this again." he told the boy while grabbing his arms and pulling up the sleeve. "It's a deal." Kid nodded. As they shared another kiss. Their new found love blossomed.

After some time, Soul became aware of how to prevent Kid's bad OCD episodes. To distract him and compliment him. His choice of distraction you ask? Well... lets just say, neither boy ever complained.