Author's Note – Thank you for continuing in on Fleeting Moon Flower, I hope you really enjoy this next chapter, but I'm sure that's impossible. This whole entire story is inspired by the movie, Inception's soundtrack. Since I love that movie, I have found a new found love for the soundtrack. Also, the word Inception, means something to this story, since Inception means 'an event that is a beginning; a first part or stage of subsequent events' this is basically what this story is. The beginning of Soul and Kidd's friendship in this alternative world. I recommend that movie as well. Also a few mentions, this story takes place in the 19th century, so there are no electronics, only grim reaper technology. R&R

Love, AnimeTenshi-Chan

Soul dreamed he was floating in an empty black space. He heard voices in the back, but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He opened his blood red eyes, and the blackness was covering him. He heard a crash and he opened his eyes. He was laying on a small bed, he stared up at the ceiling, and then he looked over to were he had heard the noise.

Kidd was on his knees, tears in his eyes and a knife by his right hand. Glass lay in small shards, the mirror was cracked. "Kidd?" Soul asked, bewildered. The maidboy looked up, his gold eyes wide. "Mr. Evans...!" he squeaked. "Did I wake you up?" he quickly stood up, grabbing the knife, and setting it on the desk by the mirror.

"N-No... I woke up by myself..." he sat up, rubbing his head. His ears were ringing, and the knife then came into view, it's silver glint shining in his eyes. He sat up rigid, "What have you there?" he asked, slightly wondering if that was going at him. Kidd looked over at him, his eyes full of fear.

"Oh... I don't know, I found it here!" he said, covering up the wound on his hand with some bandages. Soul turned his head to the side, wondering what was up with the boy. "Er... I... good morning, Mr. Evans..." Kidd turned around, hiding his left hand behind his back. Kidd came and sat on the chair beside the bed, "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Uh.. yeah..." his ears hadn't stopped ringing, but he ignored it and stared into the boy's golden eyes. Then the images flashed back into his mind, Noah's dead body, Kidd had kissed him, then he fainted. "What happened last night?" He asked. Kidd didn't respond, he just stared at him. Soul began to seem angry, and grabbed the boy's left wrist, and lifted his hand up, tearing off the bandages. "What is this?" he asked in pure horror.

Kidd looked at Soul with wide gold eyes, "Er... you see... I..." tears swam in his eyes. He lowered his head, and his bangs covered his eyes, and he murmured quietly. "I'm sorry..." he said, and looked up at him. As he stared at him, the two males heard a crash somewhere next door. Kidd looked over first and stood up quickly. "Oh no... they've come..." he said, and began pacing back and forth.

Soul could sense a familiar soul close, and he smiled. "Kidd, don't worry, it's a friend of mine. She's come to get us." Soul reassured the boy, Kidd looked at him with teary gold eyes. Soul could tell they had said Are you sure? "I'm sure." he nodded. He took the boy's hand, and led him out the door. He opened it up into a stone hallway, that looked nothing as luxurious as the hallway he was in last night.

Soul shook off the feeling of dread and led him into the main house. In the middle of the walkway, where the giant staircase was, stood a short teenage girl, clad in a black overcoat, a yellow sweater, and a plaid skirt, she turned her blond head and stared at Soul, her eyes trailing to his hand that was clasped around Kidd's, and she looked at Kidd, who was staring at her, terrified. She squealed, and with such speed, she dashed off and dove after Soul.

Falling with a loud noise, she hugged Soul. "Soul! Oh my god! SOUL! IT'S YOU!" she squealed with delight. Kidd squeaked and fell backwards when she pushed Soul to the ground. She rubbed her cheek against Soul's, squeezing him to death.

"It's... it's good to see you to Maka..." he said, out of breath. Maka pushed herself off the white haired male, and stood up, and turned to Kidd. "I see you've found him." Kidd regained posture. "I have a name you know." he answered angrily. Maka laughed at that, and grabbed the boy's hand into her's.

"I know that silly." she teased. The shorter boy pulled his hand away, and stared at her green eyes. "Kidd, your father's been searching for these 12 years for you. Soul and I are here to take you back to the DWM facility here in London." she informed, walking around, studying the walls. "It's quiet here..." she mumbled to herself.

Soul looked over at Kidd, who shived on his feet uneasily. A small shadow covering the boy's eyes, and Soul was the only one besides the latter who knew why. Maka made a loud noise of triumph, "YES! Lord Death is going to be so pleased with us, Soul!" she said, jumping in the air, happily. Kidd slowly backed away, while Soul and Maka weren't looking.

He began walking up the stairs and in the hallway. I can't leave here... this place has been the only home that I can remember... this has been my home all my life! Kidd thought as he walked slowly, his hands in front of him, holding each other. But then he stopped walking, and stood there. But... I remember bits and pieces of my past... before that happened... like that small raven... my first and only best friend... That was the only thing Kidd remembered for real, when he woke up, he was in Master Noah's manor... that was all.

Footsteps could be heard echoing through a large building. A small raven haired boy clad in black overalls, a white undershirt and black shoes was running down the hallway, carrying something in his arms.

Kidd had been running through the halls of his father's mansion, his little 6 year old feet kept stumbling. He was holding a black raven in his hands, and he was going to show his father what he had found. He stopped before the giant black doors that led to his father's study, he grabbed the golden door knob and with much effort, pulled it open. He groaned a little, but opened it, and smiled. "Father! Father! Look at what flew through my window!" he ran up to the black wooden desk.

He couldn't see the man at the desk, a shadow was covering his face. He stared up at the man he called his 'father' and held up the black raven. "Kidd... I thought I told you to never interrupt me in my studies." he said in a gruff voice, he sounded tired.

"But... it's hurt father..." Kidd said in a small voice, sounding hurt. "Get it out of my office, it's a filthy creature and it's dying anyway." he said, waving his hand quickly. The two men that were beside him walked over to Kidd, and one took the small bird away, and walked over to the window, and began opening it. The other grabbed Kidd by the arm's. "F-Father...? Where is he taking him?" Kidd thrashed in the man's arms, as tears sprang to his eyes.

"No! Don't hurt him! He's already hurt!" Kidd screamed as the man held him out the window. In a desperate mind, the young boy bit the man's arm, making him let go of Kidd, and screamed and dove out the window towards the small bird. He could feel the warm sunshine on his skin, but the fact that he was about to crash to his death scared him. He grabbed the bird, and secured it in his arms, and then turning around on his back, and then... CRASH!

Kidd gasped as he felt his back connect with the soft grass, all he could feel was searing white pain, for 8 seconds all he could do was gaze up at the sky with pain clouded eyes and his jaw dropped open wide. Soon as he regained power over his body, he began crying. "It hurts! Father! Help me! It really hurts!" he wailed up to the window. The guards were staring down at the kid in astonishment, surprised he was still alive.

He just fell off the 5th story of 5 story house! How could he be alive?

After the pain subsided to a small sting, Kidd sat up, he rubbed the bird's neck, and the bird soon began breathing again. Letting out a sigh of relief, he slowly stood up, and looking back up at the window, the guards were still looking down, his eyes were all puffy and watery, his nose was stuffy and his back hurt. He stuck his tongue out and stomped away, holding the bird close to his chest.

He entered his room, carefully setting the bird he had oh so carefully wrapped in a white towel, on his comfy bed. He heard it try and make a noise, but he began softly rubbing his indext finger on it's stomach. "Sh... your alright, your fine.." he said, choking back a sob. Today was just so horrible, Kidd wanted to crawl under the covers and forget everything! He looked under his bed, for a small white box, and he soon found it, crawling under it to retrieve the box, he kicked his legs.

Kidd lifted his body up back on the bed, a small smirk on his face. He set the white box down on his bed, softly next to the raven. Kidd's back stung like crazy, but he ignored it. The bird needed it more than him, he crushed up some aspirin, and opened the bird's beak, and forced it to swallow the dust. It was the last of his pain killers, but it was worth it.

He softly picked up it's wing, and inspected it. With a large sigh, he set it down carefully. "Mr. Raven... your wing is broken.. I'm afraid I can't fix it." he said with a sorrowful voice. The raven's black eyes carefully watched him as he began rubbing circles on his stomach. It closed it's eyes, and it's neck fell limp, Kidd smiled softly. "Sweet dreams... Mr. Raven." his smile turned sad.

The young boy's mind kept flashing back to the face of his father. "Than man... is not my father..." he said, his hands clenching into fist's at his side, and his head dropped. Fat tears began sliding down his cheeks, and his shoulders were shaking. "NOT MY FATHER!" he screamed and ran to his wardrobe. He stared into the mirror, his inked black were begginning to form three faint white lines on the left side of his head, his eyes were two toned, nothing like a normal person.

At school, Kidd was made fun of for how he looked. "I'm not human.." he sighed. His body was more durable than everyone else, one time at school, he fell into the window, breaking it, glass stuck in his face, and he bled profusely, but he didn't die. The doctor's said a normal child wouldn't live. Kidd knew from that day, he didn't belong in this world, he never did before as well.

He growled from deep in his throat, and raised his hand, and punched the mirror. Shattering, revealing wood behind it, Kidd gave a gasp. He looked at his hand, which was bleeding. He began whimpering, and fell backwards into a wall, and slid down it, his hand staining the carpet, and he began sobbing quietly.

Later that night, Kidd lay in his bed, staring out the window, the night sky staring down back at him. The star's bright light making a small shimmer of icy cold light on his skin. He pulled his hand out from underneath his blanket, it was wrapped in gauze, and the red colour seeping out from behind the angel white gauze. Turning his hand over, he sighed and closed his eyes, falling into a sickly sleep.

Soul listened to Maka's nonsense rambling, and then he noticed something. Where's Kidd? "Hey, where's Kidd?" Maka asked, looking around, dumbfounded. Soul sighed, sticking his hands in his pocket, "Dunno." Maka shrugged and took a step towards one of the doors. "I'm going to do a thourough investigation." she said, slipping inside the door.

The albino looked around, wondering where the boy could have slipped off to. He walked toward the staircase, putting his hand on rail, and stopped to listen for sounds. He heard echoing footsteps upstairs, and made a slight glare at no one. You shouldn't wander off to places, you can't be alone. He thought as he walked up the stairs in a fast pace.

Kidd was leaning up against the hallway wall, his breath coming in quick gasps.