Staring at the young reaper, Soul held an unreadable look on his face. Before him, Kid was on his knees, a bloodied knife in held loosely in his hands. Scoffing, Soul took a step forward.

"Was this a part of your plan? To stab me with a kitchen knife? You've always been such a weak idiot. Did you think having my blood on your hands would make you feel more like a man? Well newsflash, but all you will ever be is a weak little boy."

Clutching a pistol in his own hands, Soul kept his gaze on the sobbing reaper.

"I just can't take this anymore!"

Swinging his fist which held the gun at Kid, he smacked him across the cheek, leaving a nasty red mark, that bled a bit.

"I'm done with you!"

The pistol shaking in his hands, he aimed the lethal weapon.

"I love you..."

Pulling the trigger, everything seemed to go in slow motion. All he heard was the sound that the gun made when the bullet fired from the chamber. Everything else seemed to be muted in that small stretch of time.

"I hate you..."

Watching as the bullet struck Kid in the chest, causing the young death god to scream, Soul slowly let go of the gun.

Noticing what he had done, the scythe weapon rushed over to the smaller male, quickly catching him in his arms. "Oh god... what have I done?"

Putting pressure on the wound, the demon weapon let a few tears fall from his eyes.

"D-Don't die... I'm sorry... I can't live without you."

Seeing that Kid was barely conscious, Soul quickly grabbed the phone. Dialing emergency, he told them that Kid had been shot by a thief. Getting rid of the gun, he sat by Kid, knowing the smaller male wouldn't tell anyone the truth about who shot him. Soul felt guilty, but the black blood in him sometimes got the best of him.

He knew it was an awful excuse, and that he should have just kept his distance from Kid, but he couldn't seem to do so. But this, this was the last straw for him. He knew now that he couldn't risk staying with Kid any longer. When the paramedics arrived, Soul went with them in the ambulance, wanting to make sure that Kid would be okay.

The paramedics continued to praise and thank Soul for helping Kid, not even thinking for a moment that he was the one who shot the young reaper. Soul knew it was because he was a Death Scythe for Lord Death, and had been the one to defeat Arachne, along with Maka. This caused everyone to hold him in high regard. But he knew he was undeserving.

When they arrived at the hospital, Soul was told he had to wait in the waiting room by the paramedics, much to his disappointment. Taking a seat, the scythe let out a sigh, and just stared at the floor.

Hours passed before a doctor finally came out from the emergency department. Lifting his head, Soul looked at the doctor, standing up immediatly.

"How is he?"

Sighing, the doctor walked over.

"We got him stable, but the bullet did quite a bit of damage. If he was not the son of Lord Death, he would have died."

Nodding, Soul stared down at the ground, feeling guilty.

"Right... may I... see him?"

Nodding, the doctor turned.

"Of course, follow me."

Leading Soul down a series of hallways, he stopped by a door.

"Try to not disturb him, he is resting. We gave him some sedatives and painkillers, he seemed to be in quite a bit of pain, as well as highly upset about whatever happened."

Nodding slightly, Soul pushed open the door to the room, and slowly stepped in. Laying his crimson eyes on the small form of Kid, his heart wrenched. The young shinigami laid there in the hospital bed, a bandage covering his torso. There was also an oxygen mask covering his small face, and a bunch of wires hooked to his chest, obviously monitoring his heart rate.

Slowly walking over to the bed, Soul sat down in the chair next to it, a sigh escaping his lips. He hated to see Kid like this, and it killed him inside to know it was his fault in the first place. Reaching out, he took Kid's hand for a moment, leaning over to kiss it.

"I love you, Kid... but we can no longer be together. I can't keep hurting you like this. I... already packed my bags. I'll be moving back in with Maka. If you... wish to tell others what I did, I won't stop you. Just know that I am sorry."

Dropping the smaller male's hand, Soul stood to his feet. Letting his gaze linger , he soon turned around, and went out the door, allowing it to close behind him with a quiet thud.