DISCLAIMER: Again, Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Okubo. This fanfic belongs to me. Blah, blah, blah...WHO WANTS ICE CREAM?
And, so days passed by and soon slipped into weeks. The test had come and gone. And, Kid, for once barely managed to pass said test without having another OCPD freak out. Sure, he would've prefered to have gotten a perfect score. But, passing was better than failing for the sixth time in a row.
Of course, that wasn't the only change Kid was going through.
For the past few weeks, Kid had gone through a daily routine of gorging himself on food in secret. He'd raid the fridge, cupboards, pantry, anywhere he could for meals and snacks. Then, he'd secretly go out and purchase clothing of a slightly larger size each time to hide his expanding frame. In order to avoid suspicion, he'd simply tell his father or Liz and/or Patti that the cereal had an uneven number of flakes, or the milk had gone bad, or that the crackers weren't perfectly square. He knew that they would believe his lies since they'd probably just think it was part of his OCPD. They thought he was throwing away the food instead of stuffing his face.
As for the clothes, it was more of the same. He'd just make up one excuse after another. Missing buttons, a stitch was off by a few centimeters, too many wrinkles, any tiny lie he could come up with to justify his need for larger clothing. His weapons nor his father ever suspected that the real reason why he needed larger clothing was so he could secretly hide the fact that he was putting on a noticeable amount of weight.
He took a deep breath as he put on a large long-sleeved shirt with a skull motif on the front on and pulled on what were once a baggy pair of jeans that had since become tight around Kid's larger rear and thighs. He then put on a pair of socks and sneakers before spending a considerable amount of time in the bathroom fixing his hair and brushing his teeth.
After at least a half hour, and over Liz's protests that they were going to be late yet again. Kid began making his way to the Academy. He began panting heavily as he made his way up the stairs. The young Shinigami had forgotten how much his weight caused him to slow down.
"Kid, are you ok?" Liz asked in concern.
"I'm fine." Kid wiped some sweat from his brow, "I...erm...I just didn't sleep too well last night. I'm probably just worn out."
Liz rose a disbelieving eyebrow before shaking her head and deciding not to press the matter further. She knew her Meister tended to have some rather weird excuses for his behavior. She had learned it was better not to question his eccentric behavior. Still, she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry in the back of her mind.
"Hello, Liz and Patti. Hello, Kid." Tsubaki greeted the trio with a bow, "Erm, Kid, I'm sorry, but, are you feeling ok? You look...different."
Kid gulped nervously. Had she noticed?
Please don't ask if I'm getting fat...Please don't ask if I'm getting fat... he thought in fear.
"Your face. It's swollen." Tsubaki pointed out, "Did something happen?"
The others looked over at Kid. Kid felt more sweat pouring down his face. He wasn't sure which was causing him to sweat more, the fear of being mocked again for his weight or the guilt that he had lied to his own friends and family about his gluttonous behavior.
"You're right." Patti pointed out, "Kid, your face is all puffy."
"It's...uh...it's allergies." Kid felt a surge of nausea from the guilt of yet another lie, "I was going through some old books and the dust caused me to break out. I...erm, I'll be fine. It's nothing serious."
"You sure?" Soul asked, "Dude, you look like a hamster when its cheeks are filled with seeds."
"I said I'm fine." Kid frowned as he brushed past his classmates and stormed into the classroom.
Unfortunately, he was in such a hurry that he didn't notice the uneven crack in the sidewalk. He tripped and fell. And, as he fell, his pants split open. His face turned red and he turned away from his friends. Kid then braced himself for any uproarious laughter he was certain would occur.
Apart from Black*Star, whom Maka smacked in the back of the head to get him to shut up, no one laughed. They just stood there, staring at Kid. Kid staggered to his feet too embarrassed to move or do anything else.
Please don't notice I'm getting fat...Please don't notice I'm getting fat... Kid thought in worry.
"C'mon, Kid." Maka spoke helping Kid into the Academy, "Let's get you to the nurse. I'm sure she'll be able to fix your pants."
Maka blinked in surprise as she wrapped her arm around Kid's back as she lead him down the hall and to the nurse's office. Was it just her, or did the young Shinigami feel softer to her? Squishier? Like her arm was sinking into his body.
"Kid, can I ask you something?" Maka asked.
The young Shinigami looked over at Maka, "I suppose. What is it?"
The ponytailed Meister asked, "Have you put on weight?"
Author's Notes: Uh-Oh, looks like Maka may have found out Kid's been putting on weight. How will he get out of this? Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out. Also, who wants to give chubby Kid a hug?