Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater

When he finished his work and the chores he went back to his room. No dinner. He wasn't hungry. The homework was done. The house was spotless. What was he supposed to do? He looked to his desk and got out the pair of scissors. If he wanted to be a strong miser he had to be strong. He had to be used to pain. He dug the edge into his thigh and dragged the blade down leaving a big gash. The blood welled up and he thought p he probably should have gotten something to clean it with. A napkin or a towel maybe. He shook his head. He should have thought of that. He looked around for something to use and ended up deciding his box of tissues would have to work. He grabbed a few and tried as best he could to dab the cut on his leg. When it wasn't bloody anymore he went to the med-kit in the bathroom and began sewing up his leg. He cleaned up, leaving no evidence of his 'attack.'