Aaaaannnnnddddd, here we go! This is more of a filler. Bear with me here, the Kishin egg battle is coming next chapter! Then the M-rated stuff isn't far behind! Teehee! I hope you enjoy!

Oh, one more thing. I got the idea and inspiration for this fic by reading a story called The Reaper and the Drifters by SushiBomb. You should check it out! It was just updated! XD

A Few Minor Changes: I'm making Liz and Kid 18 (but Liz is on the older side of 18 and Kid on the younger) and Patty is 16. Also, Kid is as tall as Liz, as in they can see eye-to-eye. And there's a common theme in KidxLiz fics...Liz always acts more experienced and Kid is the little innocent virgin flower. Well, that's not how it's going down here. Well, Liz is still experienced, but I'm also making Kid experienced as well (tho not as experienced as Liz). But Kid didn't get any of his experience from anyone in Death City (people there tend to avoid him since he's Death's son). He had meaningless "hookups" at the different cities he'd visit while on missions for his Father. Cuz, let's be serious, who wouldn't crush on Kid? Also, since Kid isn't human, but a Death God/Grim Reaper (whichever works) his sexual inclinations are a bit...different, I guess. I don't know how to explain, so just read the story! You'll see.

Warning: Contains some cussing and shameless KidxLiz love! Oh, and Liz (and maybe Kid?) might be a little OOC (in my opinion).

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of Soul Eater's characters (mainly Kid, Liz, Patty) mentioned in this fic.


"Kid, hurry up and open the door." Liz complained from behind him. "I'm sweaty and gross and wanna take a shower."

After Díaz had filled the three of them in on everything they new about the serial killer El Diablo—which, admittedly, wasn't a whole lot—the Inspector General led them over to the Luminoso Hostería, the only Inn in the whole town still open; it wasn't huge, more the size of a large Mansion, and made of pale stone, like the rest of the town. Apparently, the main, and largest, Hotel in town had been closed down when the owner was killed by El Diablo; the town refused to reopen it until the serial killer was caught.

Kid honestly didn't care where they stayed, they wouldn't be here that long, but Liz took particular offense when they were told that their room was ready, but it was only one room; it had two queen-sized beds in it, but Liz was already pacing and muttering to herself before Kid could let her know that. Finally, after much negotiating—well, more like begging—and a particularly scary moment from Patty, Liz finally gave up on her complaining and quietly followed Kid and Patty up to their room.

Kid chose to ignore Liz's complaining and opened up the door, leading the sisters inside the room. It was a decent size, painted an off-white, with large slate tiled floors and a colorful rug decorating the middle. The two queen-sized beds were centered in the room, on either side of a mahogany bedside table, an ocean blue bedspread over either one, and the mahogany headboards pushed against the wall opposite the door. Against another wall was a tall mahogany chest of drawers and an even taller mahogany armoire. Against the opposite wall was a finely detailed mahogany wooden desk with a rolling chair pushed under it. The corner between the desk and the door was filled by a comfortable-looking pale blue reading chair with a small mahogany table next to it, a white lamp resting on it, and two waist-high mahogany bookcases hiding against the walls behind them. On the other side of the door, near the armoire, was a second door, left slightly open, through which Kid could just see a sink.

"Finally!" Liz groaned out, walking over to the bed that held her travel bag and grabbing it. "I'm gonna take a shower, no one disturb me." And she was gone, closing the door to the bathroom with a slight bang.

Kid looked at the closed door a little longer than necessary, trying really hard not to imagine her in the shower—naked—before turning around to face the bed, fists unconsciously clenched in restraint. He grabbed his own travel bag and placed it on the floor, taking off his shoes and blazer before stretching out on one of the beds; he looked over at the other one to see Patty already fast asleep, slightly curled up in a ball and muttering about giraffes.

Kid must of dozed off, cause next thing he knows, someone is shaking his shoulder lightly, trying to rouse him. His eyes blinked open slowly to see Liz seated next to him, hovering slightly, hair still wet and a small smile lifting up her lips; she was dressed in a different outfit than before: a magenta t-shirt with a skull over center-chest—shaped like the Grim Reaper's mask—and light denim shorts with a white belt through the loops. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she continued to watch him, a soft look in her normally tough-as-nails eyes as she reached forward slowly to run her fingers through his hair, smoothing down some of the messed-up strands; Kid tried really hard not to let out a groan and purr at her action. Before Kid could question her slightly-off behavior, however, they were interrupted.

"Sis?" Patty called out, her voice groggy.

Liz snatched her hand from his hair like she'd been burned before slipping from Kid's side quickly to go sit next to her sister. "Yeah, Patty?"

Patty sat up, stretching her back and letting out a yawn. "Have a nice shower?"

Liz let out a chuckle. "I did." She then wrinkled her nose. "Maybe you should go take one too, Patty. You're as sweaty as I was."

"Okay!" Patty called out, grabbing her bag and skipping off to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Kid finally sat up, stretching out his muscles before looking around the room, absentmindedly rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Do you know the time, Liz?"

Liz, who had been staring at the exposed skin he showed which each roll of his sleeves, startled and met his eyes. "Um, I think maybe an hour has gone by." She looked down at the bedside table, just now noticing the alarm clock resting there, and nodded. "Yeah, it's five, so about an hour has passed."

Kid nodded. "We should probably report to my Father, update him on what we've learned and what we plan to do."

"And let him know we arrived safely." Liz reminded him, like she did every time; his Father must of said something to her.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, that too."

Kid got up and moved to stand in the area between the two beds, looking at the space in front of them to make sure he had enough room. After confirming he did, he glanced at Liz, who just nodded at him and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to start the process.

He held up his hands, palms outward, fingers turned inwards; one. Next, he brought his hands up and steeples the fingers; two. Then, keeping his hands up, he bent all the fingers at the knuckle; three. Finally, he extended his arms with just six fingers out, three on either hand (the pinky, the middle finger, the thumb); four. The process was one so old that even his Father hadn't been able to tell Kid its origins. Perhaps it's just a form used to focus the mind and had no deeper significance. Whatever the meaning, Kid felt the change immediately. His Soul Wavelength expanded greatly as grayish-black skull-like sigils snaked out from his hands. The outline of a glowing dark violet skull with three pointed teeth appeared on the floor before him a second later, looking exactly like his Father's mask. Once that was done, he sent a mental call out to his Father.

Springing into view a few seconds later, Lord Death's happy wave to Kid was met only with a brief nod. For a moment, Kid didn't even lower his hands, and Death didn't miss how his son adjusted the position on the fingers of his left hand by mere millimeters. Perhaps Death taught Kid this particular skill a little too well.

"Hello, Hello!" Death called out, bouncing joyfully. "Whazz up?!" Death glanced to the side to see Liz sitting on the bed, noting Patty wasn't present, before moving his gaze back to his son. "Kid, your stripes are as adorable as ever!"

Kid gave his Father a blank look, even as he raised a hand to cover the hated Sanzu Lines. "Stop it, Dad. You know how I hate it when you say that."

His Father really was too carefree sometimes.

"How's Mexico, Kiddo? Have you seen the ocean? Ooo, have you gone swimming? Have you eaten any tacos?" Death asked excitedly, getting closer and closer to the edge of the purple skull, large hands clasped together in excitement. Liz smothered her laughter at Kid's exasperated look.

"Dad, I'm not here on vacation, you know." Kid said, arms folded across his chest in annoyance—annoyance which quickly turned into resignation when he noticed his Father's shoulders slump forward.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't go to Mexico and not see the water or eat the food!" Death whined.

Kid rubbed his neck tiredly. They've only been speaking for about a minute and he's already exhausted. Exhausting is a good word to describe Dad, he thought with a discreet eye roll. Nonetheless, he quickly gave into his Father's infectious enthusiasm.

"We did see the Gulf as we came in," he muttered. "It was beautiful."

"Ooooooh, I wish I could be there too!" Death whined jealously.

Kid cleared his throat impatiently. "May I please give you my report now, Dad?"

Death's shoulders slumped forward at his son's tone, and if he wasn't wearing a mask, he'd be pouting.

Liz moved so she was kneeling on the bed and gave Kid a whack on the back of the head.

"Ow!" Kid called out, moving to smooth down the strands of hair she disturbed before glaring. "What was that for?"

"Stop acting like a brat!" Liz said, crossing her arms over her chest, completely unfazed by the young Death God's glare.

Death watched the interaction between Kid and Liz with amusement. Those girls really knew how to get his son to loosen up. The Death God settled back then, clearing his throat to get their attention.

"So, do you have any news on El Diablo yet?" he asked inquisitively.

Kid settled back again, clasping his hands primly in front of him. "Not yet. We just returned from a meeting with the Inspector General who was assigned the case, but he didn't have anything else to add that we didn't already know." He let out an aggravated noise. "There's nothing we can use to track the Kishin down."

"Nothing?" Death asked.

"Nothing." Liz said, now back to sitting on the bed. "Even the people that thing has killed doesn't tell us anything. The victim types are all over the map."

"How do you mean?" Death asked, tilting his head.

"Young, old, men, women, blonde, brunette, red head…this Kishin doesn't seem to have a preference." Liz elaborated.

Kid nodded. "Yes. The only concrete link between any of the victims is where they were found."

Death steepled his giant hands under his chin. "Mh-mm, okay. Go on."

"They're all found on this certain stretch of the beach, a little north of here, and never anywhere else." Liz said, glancing at the bathroom when she heard the water go off.

"We've concluded that area must be El Diablo's hunting grounds." Kid said, looking down at Liz before back at his Father. "We plan on going there tonight to see if we can find it."

"Yeah, with Kid's Soul Perception, it should be a snap." Liz said to hide her uneasiness. Dark, scary places are never places she wants to go willingly.

"Alright, alright." The Death God said with a nod. "But you three do be careful."

Kid rolled his eyes at this. "I'm a Reaper, Dad. I'll be perfectly fine."

Death looked at his son before moving his gaze to Liz. "Liz—"

She cut off the Grim Reaper, which not a lot people have the guts to do. "Don't worry, Lord Death. Patty and I'll watch after him."

Kid let out an uncharacteristic groan. "Dad! I don't need to be looked after. I'm not a little kid."

"I know that, Kid." Death said, his tone conveying love and concern for his only son. "But I'm your Father, and I love you, so I have the right to worry."

Kid only grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, though a blush could be seen fanning across his cheeks.

Liz giggled at how cute that was. "We'll take good care of him, Lord Death." She glanced down before looking back up at Death, a blush now on her cheeks. "I…we don't want him hurt, either."

Kid looked surprised, though Death was happy at the confession. Seems he left his son in good hands. "Okay." He sprung back to his carefree self. "Then I guess I'll talk to you when you've finished the mission, Kiddo."

"Okay." Kid said with a nod. "I'll talk to you then, Dad."

"Bye!" Lord Death waved at the two teens before his image, and the large purple skull, disappeared.

It was then Patty left the bathroom, short hair still dripping, and dressed in a lavender 3/4-sleeve shirt and camo-colored short-shorts with a brown buckled belt through the loops. "What I miss?"

Kid's eye started twitching when he noticed the two sisters weren't symmetrical. Magenta shirt, purple shirt. Blue shorts, camo shorts. Short sleeves, long sleeves. White belt, brown belt. He felt the usual despair fill him; an OCD attack was long overdue, it seems.

"No!" he exclaimed suddenly and the sisters turned to look at him in surprise. "You don't match! Why couldn't you wear the same things?! You need to change, right now!"

"Are. You. FUCKING. KIDDING ME?!" Liz shouted, eyes wide, mouth dropped open. "After everything you've seen today, you choose to bitch about our outfits?!" His attacks still annoy the hell out of her, even after three months of dealing with them.

His words came tumbling out over one another as his mind conjured up everything he saw that was asymmetrical. "There's no need for that lang-…you could at least try to be symmetrical…your Weapon Forms are perfectly—"

"KID!" Liz shouted as Patty started her usual insane laughter, quickly becoming concerned at how fast his breaths were coming. "Stop it, it's okay!" She moved so she was standing in front of him, reaching up to grip his shoulders roughly before shaking him. "Everything is okay! Patty and I'll be in our usual mission outfits after we eat, okay? We'll be symmetrical again, I promise!"

Patty just continued laughing as Liz tried calming down the hysteric Kid down. "Stop shaking him, Sis! His hair is getting all messy!"

That set off Kid even more. He sank to his knees, Liz losing her grip on him, before dropping his head against the floor and banging his fisted left hand against it. "I can't even balance myself! How can I be trusted to tell other people what's symmetrical? I'm despicable! Abominable! Reaper scum! Just put me out on the curb on trash day…"

"Kid, stop it!" Liz shouted again as she sank to her knees in front of him. "Your hair is fine. It can be fixed." She then hauled Kid up so he was on his knees in front of her. "See? I can fix it." Liz reached forward and ran her hands through his disheveled hair, fixing the strands until they once again laid perfectly in place.

Patty calmed down her laughing, only letting out an occasional giggle. "Teehee. Liz made Kid perfect again!"

Kid slowly reached up with his hand as Liz dropped her own, running over the strands. Patty was right, his hair is perfect again; he glanced at Liz, eyes shining. "Thank you, Liz!"

Liz looked away, blushing now, before shrugging. "No problem, Kid."

Then Patty's stomach started growling, startling the two older teens, and causing Patty to, for some reason, laugh again.

Kid stood up then, holding out his hand for Liz. "Shall we go get something to eat?"

Liz let out a laugh at Kid's complete 180 and grabbed onto his hand. "Sure."


So, any good? I don't know how I feel about that OCD attack part, but I felt one was overdue, so that happened. And sorry that it isn't that long, but let me know what you think!