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


Kid had stormed off in a huff, stomping his way out of the room his father spent most of his time. He seemed furious, and slightly embarrassed and even after Shinigami had called after him to come back, Kid didn't even spare a glance.

"Oh, dear," Shinigami's eyes frowned slightly while he shared a look with Blackstar who had also stood up. "It seems Kid has gotten angry. My adorable son," He cupped his face, shaking from side to side with his anxiety, "Angry with me!"

Blackstar scratched his cheek, cocking his head to the side slightly in his confusion, "Why would he be angry?" It CAN'T be because of that kiss! Who wouldn't want to kiss me? I mean, the girls are begging to kiss just my bicep 'cause I'm a hero! He snorted with the pride, having lost the first point he had originally started thinking about. Then he snapped back to it, "Oh! I'll ask Tsubaki!" He grinned, waving to Shinigami, "Later!"

And the blue haired assassin took off at an run so quick he was almost unseen, leaving Shinigami still trying to utter a word. But he just sighed, "Oh, dear." Once more before sipping a cup of tea.

xxx

"TSUBAKI!" Blackstar burst into the room from the window, sliding across the floor on a jacket that he had thrown on the floor of his bedroom, "TSUBAKI!" Quickly he ducked to avoid the pair of shoes hanging from the fan blades, then he hurried out into the hall.

"Down here, Blackstar." Her soft voice answered from downstairs in their apartment.

As he slammed into the kitchen, sliding across the tile and straight past his weapon in front of the stove, Blackstar cheered, "TADAIMA!"

He had rushed home right after his cherished moment with Kid, looking for Tsubaki, and secretly for some advice. Although he wouldn't admit it, believing that he was giving her a gift-the ability to give him advice, he actually cherished Tsubaki and believed her really valuable. She told him many useful things, when he chose to listen.

Rushing back over to the counter, growing bored immediately with gliding along the floors, he stared at the soup she had simmering on the stove, "I thought you were going to be late to dinner, Blackstar."

He put his fists onto his hips, confidence radiating from the muscular meister, "Me? LATE? For DINNER? Don't make me laugh, Tsubaki!" Which of course, on cue, Blackstar cackled loudly up towards the ceiling.

She put her hand in front of her mouth, smiling gently to him, "What did you want to talk to me about?" Her hand lightly put the lid on the soup, letting it cook a bit longer.

With a blink of surprise, Blackstar groaned, "Uhmm," Then snapped his fingers, slamming down into a seat at the table and patting the surface of the wood as though he were doing a drug dealing, "Right, right. Tsubaki, today something wonderful happened! Wonderful things happen to wonderful people," He rocked back into his chair, knocking it up onto two legs as he smirked proudly, "So its not like I'm surprised that such an AWESOME thing happened to me, but.."

She slowly took a seat down at the table too, "But?"

"His reaction didn't exactly match up to mine, so I wanted to understand why. I mean, I can't see why he would react this way since what happened was completely perfect!"

Tsubaki smiled again, looking to her meister. As much as he was carefree, Blackstar did think about things, and worried about things. He just did it differently than most, and dealt with it differently. She admired his confidence that never seemed to falter and his pride that kept him with his views. "I take it you mean Kid, right?"

He guffawed a huge laugh, seeming pleased as he rocked back at an extremely dangerous angle, "I knew you'd be on top a things, Tsubaki!" Then Blackstar nodded once, growing a more serious demeanor, "He ran off after I tackled him into a kiss."

Tsubaki blinked then gave him a nervous smile. Blackstar, running away from that is a NORMAL reaction! She put her hands on the table, leaning towards her friend, "Well, why don't you just go ask him? And see what he really thought about it?"

At this offer, Blackstar almost lost his balance in the chair, which was now only standing on one leg. He wobbled, rocked and almost tipped right over, but when he shouted, "GREAT IDEA!" He seemed unphased by the slip up. Slamming the chair back to the ground, Blackstar grabbed up Tsubaki's hands, shaking them wildly, "Thank you, thank you, Tsubaki! I'll go do that now!"

She watched him go silently before chuckling softly to herself. You try your best, Blackstar, but you let things slip past you all the time. Oh well, it makes you happy. The way you are.

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Kiss. Kissing. Kisses. Us kissing. Together. There's no other way but together. Me. And him. Kissing. Kid let the words ramble through his jumbled brain as he paced back and forth in his large dining room. Father, its all father's fault. But why? Where did kissing come into this picture? Kissing has nothing to do with the wound, the wound-

"Kid? What's wrong? If you keep pacing around frantically like this, I'm afraid you're going to hurt yourself." Liz captured the shinigami's attention, finally looking up from her wet nails.

Patty clapped her hands once, "BOOM!" Her contribution to the conversation was then ignored and she continued coloring in her coloring book.

He made a face, a desperate face full of anxiety. One he usually wore when he thought too long. Kid's shoulders seemed to sag in his crisp button up shirt, while his eyes froze on Liz, shining with insecurity. Frankly, he looked pitfiful all around.

Liz blinked, seeing it was more than just some little obsessive trinket in symmetry, "What, Kid? That kind of pathetic look doesn't suit you."

"I just...Oh, Liz, whatever will I do? I don't even know what to do in this situation!" He fell to the floor, pounding it with his fist, "I'm so stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I can't even understand one kiss!"

"Somebody kissed you?" The idea surprised her so much she took her legs off the top of the table to listen in. Kid seemed more of a prude than anything, but it wasn't as though she thought of him as a 'golden cherry boy.'

"Kid and Monkey sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" The younger of the sisters sang song, scribbling along the coloring book. She had never stayed in the lines, unless it somehow benefited her in her world so her hand just ran around the paper in a circular motion over and over again.

Kid slammed his fist along the ground again, "HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW!" He screamed, as Patty had indicated her knowledge of the incident was quite up to date. She knew just who Kid was crying about.

Liz looked between the two frantically, seeming nervous, "Wait! Hey, guys! I don't know who it is-"

The echo rang through the whole house, ringing loud enough to cause everyone to fall into silence and look up. Patty let her crayon roll across the smooth table top while Kid pushed himself to his knees in a petty manor.

The doorbell.