"It happened when I fell." He said through grit teeth as he balled his fist. "Fell in some glass-" Before he could finish, the scythe meister was already ripping and tearing at his shirt, not believing a word he spoke.

"Bullshit…" She muttered, somewhat thankful that he wasn't trying to stop her. He sighed, knowing this would be inevitable. She was going to find out, weather it be like this or when she stood over his dead body. He went still and let the girl disrobe him. Once the reaper's wound was fully revealed, Maka froze, just staring at it, her eyes holding no emotion as she took in the unmistakable marks of individual teeth. "That's not a glass cut…You're bit…" She said, though Kid didn't even see her mouth move. He chewed on his bottom lip, ignoring the distinct metallic taste that infiltrated his mouth. Maka backed up a little bit, just enough to not be sitting in his lap. "You're bit… And you didn't tell me?" Her voice was so distant Kid wouldn't have been able to tell it was her if she wasn't sitting right in front of him. "S-So…"Her voice shook. "You're immune I guess. Well that's good I guess, but I don't see why you didn't tell… me…" She trailed off as she noticed Kid's glowing eyes weren't meeting hers. "You are immune, aren't you? I mean… You're, well, you…"

"My theory is that it's not affecting me right now because it's only in my arm, an extremity." Kid started and was interrupted by a nice, loud crack of thunder. He paused and looked out side the cave and watched the lightning strike. This will be the last thunderstorm I ever watch… He thought bitterly, marveling at the beautiful bolt that raced across the sky then left in an instant. Kid had never really thought much about it, but he really did enjoy thunderstorms; they just brought some sort of mood that a sunny day could never hope to offer. He would really miss it. "But I've noticed that it's been spreading…" He looked over at his arm, letting his fingers ghost over the dark purple pattern snaking up the rest of his arm that resembled a Lichtenberg figure scar (1), he silently laughed at the irony. "I have a suspicion that once it hits my heart…"

"How did it happen?"

"I was breaking into a glass case, there must've been some in the back room, once they heard me they started to swarm." Kid muttered, not meeting the meister's clouded green eyes.

Maka continued to stare at the reaper blankly. "How long…?"

Kid shook his head. "I'm really not sure… Sometimes it will spread quickly, sometimes it stops altogether."

"Guess." She pressed.

"Two days… Maybe." He said, just above a whisper. There was something about saying it out loud that made everything seem so final. That was it. By the end of the week, he would be dead. Death The Kid would no longer be; only his memory would be living.

Maka frowned slightly, the only expression her face held. Silently, she moved closer to Kid, being mindful of his bite, and leaned into his chest as she climbed in his lap again. He heard, and felt, her swallow before she spoke again. "Don't leave me." Her voice was thick and it felt as if someone had poured white hot acid down her throat. She curled in on herself, but stayed on the dying death god's lap. "Kid, don't leave me…" She pleaded.

Kid winced at the pang of guilt that tore at his soul. He wrapped his arms around Maka and rested his chin on top of her head. "I'm so sorry, Maka." He murmured, feeling a tear roll down his own cheek.

Neither got much sleep after that, but once the sun rose, they began packing their things. Kid didn't want Maka to be that far away from camp alone if the disease decided it would take him sooner than perceived. Maka was back to her distant self again, but this time it was worse, and Kid could only guess why. First Soul is gone and more than likely dead, and now Kid was sentenced to a certain death as well? She was going through what Hell called Hell.

They ate a small breakfast of cereal Maka had managed to find back at the store and headed out for an early start. Luckily the rain had let up just before the sun rose, meaning their scent would easily be masked from near by rotters, but that didn't make the long walk back anymore enjoyable. After around three hours of silent travel, they came in contact with their first Rotter. Unfortunately the sharp snap of a twig alerted it before the pair were able to dispose of it, but either way Kid was more than ready for it and it was headed straight for him. He tightened his grip on his blade ready to swing; it was going to be nice to have some sort of vengeance against these bastards.

Just as it came within five feet of his machete, Maka beheaded it and stuck her knife through its eye socket. With a sickening suction noise she reclaimed her blade from the de-bodied head and sent Kid an icy look, but just for a second, then she turned away, leaving Kid mumbling something along the lines of "I could've gotten it…"

Upon returning to camp the two meisters were greeted with hope-filled smiling faces that soon turned to uneasy frowns as they took in the unsettling aura of Maka and Kid. "No Soul?" Liz face fell as Maka shook her head distantly though she had almost expected this negative reply. Patty and Robin seemed indifferent to their return and favored a pile of dirt that vaguely resembled a sand castle; Staz was seen, yet again, off on his own prepping a fish, though he seemed quite content. Maka looked at Kid with slightly narrowed eyes, as if daring him to not bring up the bite mark on his arm.

With a sigh, Kid cleared his throat, gaining the attention, or at least half of it from Robin and Patty, of everyone in the clearing. "Patty, could you take Robin down by the stream for a little while?" He asked, not wanting to panic the young boy.

Patty stood up with a wide grin on her face and a salute to her forehead. "Okie Dokie!" She chirped, taking Robin by the wrist and dragging him off towards the streams despite his loud and violent protests.

Liz cast an uneasy glance from her meister to the two now disappearing into the trees; then turned her gaze to Maka's face, that had turned from an expression of irritation to one of complete hopelessness in a matter of minutes. She knew something was up, and apparently so did Staz, seeing as he completely abandoned his fish to move in closer to the rest of the group, leaving Thief to feast gluttonously upon the discarded catfish.

"Kids bit." Maka said, almost spitting the words. "We found a town and decided to go into one of the grocery stores that we thought to be abandoned… Well, it wasn't." Both Liz and Staz whipped their heads towards the death god as if they were expecting him to change at any moment, but when he didn't they looked back and forth between the two, unsure of who to look for to get an explanation on why he was still alive; the motion of their heads would've been quite comical if it wasn't for the serious situation. "

Finally, Staz spoke. "So you're immune? Well that's good to know…" He nodded, though something in his voice made it seem that he knew this wasn't the case.

"Not exactly." Kid muttered, avoiding Liz, knowing all too well that she was about to start crying. He couldn't stand seeing girls cry, especially not one as close to him as his weapon partners, and now Maka for that matter… "I'm pretty certain I won't change, though I'm sure I won't make it through…" He trailed off, again not wanting to state his fate aloud, but what he had said was more that enough to explain. Liz took in a sharp breath and threw her arms around her dying meister. Kid ignored the pain as she brushed up against his bite and wrapped his arms around his sobbing weapon, patting her back comfortingly.

"Is that all?!" A familiar squeaky voice screech as its owner, Robin, emerged from the bushes, a giggling Patty in tow. "Are you kidding me?!" He yelled again in disbelief.

Kid looked at the small boy, absolutely appalled. "W-what do you mean is that it?!" He said, astounded at the child's insensitivity. "I'm going to die." He seethed, not really caring if he said it while trying to prove a point. After all he had done for this kid! This ungrateful little brat simply didn't care if he keeled over any second?

Robin made sure Kid could see his eyes roll and stated something that he believed should've been obvious. "You're not going to die."

Lichtenberg figure scars are the scars people get when they are struck by lightning. In my opinion, they actually look pretty cool, you can Google image Lichtenberg figure scars and see a few examples. Those in a dark purple are basically what Kidd's arm looks like around the bite.

Also, little reminder about the contest, I've already gotten one entry, and its freakin' awesome! I'm hoping to see more soon!

Replies~!

Checkered Brooke- Yes, that was a bit of my light humor. It's just fun to throw in there the little quirks about a reaper's body like glowing eyes (and other body parts according to the manga) and no breathing while sleeping. I was going to add something like since he's only technically half reaper he only needs to breathe half the time; and lord death doesn't breathe. But that seemed too wordy.

Jeagar's Paradise- Man, wouldn't it suck if Kidd turned into a zombie, but kept all his reaper powers as a zombie?... We'd all be screwed.

PyschopathicXangel- Yeah, some reason my Maka is real moody :/ maybe it's a side effect to the apocalypse and impending doom or something…

Mikaela- Well he tries to lie… Which ended up in him getting stripped. Not sure if I could consider this a good or bad thing…

Hawkllama- Kidd: "You should. It is simply an honor that must be recognized."

XxDeathTheKid4EverxX- Apparently that's what Robin thinks as well… Hmmm… I wonder what he means by that….