Soul x Death The Kid

I do not own Soul Eater or any songs that may be mentioned.

Accidental to intentional hand holding

The first time it happened both of them were completely oblivious.

Soul grabbed Death The Kid's hand, pulling him up the stairs towards the DWMA. Neither seemed to notice the odd look Maka gave them as they passed, more intent on beating Black*Star to the top of the stairs. The blue haired meister had still beaten them, laughing and, as per usual, chattering about surpassing the gods.

Kid was frowning, paying no mind to his loud mouthed friend. Soul was still holding onto him. The weapon's hand was...warm, skin rough from all of his piano playing. The texture was so different to his own cool, smooth skin, and the young reaper slowly pulled his hand from Soul's grip. A tingling feeling spread in his stomach, and the warmth from the other boy's hand lingered on his skin.

A hand on his shoulder broke him from his thoughts, and he eagerly joined in the friendly banter, the tingling feeling and lingering warmth forgotten for the time being.

The second time it happened, one didn't know and the other was embarrassed.

Saturday was usually the day Kid spent in the Gallows manor library, reading and arguing with Liz and Patty about the symmetry of the room. Some Saturdays, the ones he considered the best, were the ones he spent in his Father's study, listening to the scratch of pen on paper and the soft mumbling of Lord Death as he bent over his desk in concentration.

However...He couldn't deny that his Saturday always got a little better when a certain white haired red eyed agreed to come over so Kid could help him with his homework. The young reaper checked his hair one last time, fiddling with the edge of his white t-shirt, wondering if Soul would even care about what he wore. N-not that he cared what the weapon thought! He just hoped he was symmetrical - the doorbell had just rung.

Deat the Kid threw open the door, plastering on a smile, though his usual greeting died in his throat. Soul stood the porch of the manor, shaking water from his frustratingly asymmetrical hair.

"I'm not late, am I?" He pushed past Kid, grabbing his friend by the hand and pulling him after. The door was left open, which should have bothered him, but with Soul grinning at him - that same grin that made his knees weak and made his head feel fuzzy - he completely forgot about it, and meekly gestured towards his Father's study; he wasn't there now, so they'd be alone together. He told himself it was because he wanted no distractions, that it wasn't because he wanted to be the only thing holding Soul's attention today.

He glanced down at their hands as Soul continued inside, a part of him enjoying the warmth from the boy's hand, the other, much larger part, screamed at him to break the contact. It seemed like the weapon didn't realize that this simple thing was freaking out the young reaper, and Kid couldn't help but pray it stayed that way.

The third time it happened, Lord Death caught them.

Liz and Patty had walked home before him, having wanted to talk to his father about a certain weapon he'd been seeing more of lately (he'd played the piano the other day for him!), and now he walked slowly home, not noticing the grey clouds that were gathered overhead. It had been hot that morning, so he'd forgone his usual heavy jacket and instead only wore his white dress shirt. Of course...that wouldn't stop the rain. Or his cursing the sudden change of weather.

Kid stole under the shelter of a nearby cafe, glaring at the offending water that thundered down onto the cobble streets. The cold sunk in a minute later, and he wrapped his arms around himself, wishing that he had his Father's tolerance to the chill he now felt crawling up his arms.

"Its not cool to get caught in the rain." Kid jumped, startled that he hadn't noticed that someone was near him, much less that Soul was standing behind him, those red eyes making his heart thump in his chest. The weapon yawned, as if bored, and shrugged off his jacket to drape it around Kid's currently shaking shoulders. The other boy had gotten taller over the last year, he realized, as he now had to look up at him.

"My house is closer than your apartment." He blurted out, wincing almost immediately at how young he sounded. Soul only laughed and nodded, grabbing the young reaper by the hand to lead them both through the rain, for once noticing how the shorter boy's skin was always cold. It worried him, made him gently rub his thumb into the back of Kid's hand.

When Lord Death got home - late, and shaking water from his cloak - he immediately spotted both Soul and Kid on the couch, asleep and curled up together, hands clasped and fingers entwined. Death only smiled and carefully drew a blanket over them, leaving the two boys to wake up tomorrow.

He had to tell Spirit about this tomorrow - Kid was still wearing Soul's jacket, as if he had never quite realized that it wasn't his usual symmetrical style...

Reviews always welcome. Sorry this is a bit all over the place, heads kinda fuzzy right now.