I don't own Soul Eater.

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When Spirit woke up the next morning he was starving. Stein hadn't woken him up for dinner.

Suddenly Spirit sat up and opened his eyes. Black, all black. As though all light had gone from this world. His world at least.

He stood up and cautiously started to walk towards the door. He jumped a foot when he felt something other than floor under his foot.

"It's just the clothes from the last night. Stop being and idiot," he muttered.

Spirit managed to get out of his borrowed room and found the door that led to the stairs. "They should be around-" suddenly the world fell out from under him and he yelped and went tumbling forward.

His head his a sharp corner twice before his right arm latched onto something that stopped him from somersaulting any further. Spirit pressed himself against the wall and didn't dare let go.

I'm pathetic. I'm supposed to be Lord Death's Death Scythe, but I can't even walk down a fucking flight of stairs.

Footsteps. Spirit pressed himself closer to the wall. It can't be them. What if he thought I saw his face? Why the hell am I soul Cold!

"Spirit? I heard banging."

The teenage redhead let out a relived breath. "It's just you Stein. I got hungry. I wanted to see if I would get to the kitchen. I fell."

He heard Stein get closer. "Why are you pressed against the wall?"

"I heard footsteps." Shame crept into his voice and his face colored. Spirit looked away.

Stein put a hand on Spirit's shoulder. "Let's get you some breakfast. Marie already left to go shopping, so I'll be making it." Stein pulled up on Spirit's arm, pulling the boy along with it.

Stein kept one hand on Spirit's shoulder and one of Spirit's fists got tangled in Stein's coat, but Spirit's right hand never left the railing.

It was slow and tedious, and Stein was tempted to just carry Spirit down the stairs, but Spirit soul stopped him.

Terror and sadness clouded the normally peaceful soul. He had only seen Spirit this upset before, when someone he cares about is in danger.

"Something must have really scared you," Stein murmured thoughtfully.

"Huh?"

Stein looked down at Spirit, not that he could tell. "Recently you're only this frightened when Maka is in danger."

Spirit paused and emotions began to crash to the surface. "My little girl! How am I going to face her like this? I'm a failure!" Spirit fell to the ground, face in his hands.

Stein sat down next to him. "You sound like Kid."

Spirit suddenly started to sob. "I'm so sorry!"

Stein shrugged and lit a cigarette. "I'm used to your crying by now Spirit."

"No. I'm sorry for leaving you all alone! I just wanted a life for myself! I've always lived for other people, giving up my time, freedom to those around me. I gave my chance for a childhood for you and you betrayed me! Not that you ever really cared about me. The only person you even cared about is yourself! And look at me, now I'm a selfish bastard too. I guess I had this coming." Spirit multitude of emotions stopped, and he hands fell from his face. "All I ever wanted was to be cared about."

It seemed to stay like that for hours: the teenage Spirit sobbing with Stein sitting next to him, thinking about when Spirit had said. He only noticed Spirit had stopped crying when his head rolled onto Stein's shoulder.

Stein sighed and packed up the boy and deposited him on the couch. Stein sat across from him smoking.

All I ever wanted was to be cared about.

A smoke skull rose into the air.

.-*-.

Death the Kid was surprised when he walked into the Death Room. Azusa stood beside his father instead of Spirit.

"Good morning Kid. What's up?"

"Father I would like permission to talk with the boy who was attacked by the witch yesterday."

Lord Death thought about it for a moment. "What do you think Azusa?"

"I was under the oppression that he wasn't to be bothered."

"That's true. And I would like his knowledge of him to be limit to only the essentials."

"I'm only ask him what I must know and I'll do it quickly. Besides, I already know of his existence."

Lord Death sighed. "But you not know that whole tale."

"And what better way to find than ask him?"

Lord Death shrugged. "Alright, but promise me that you won't tell anyone who and where his is."

Kid nodded. "Thank you Father." And he left.

After he left Azusa turned to Lord Death. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Kid's a good kid. I trust him."

Azusa nodded and went back to her silence and Lord Death sighed. "You're boring."

"And you're an eight year old."

"Oh not that again."

"It's true."

Lord Death sighed.

.-*-.

Marie's arms were sore from holding to many plastic bags. Stein was right, she did go overboard, but who knew when Spirit was going to get better?

"Would you like some help Miss Marie?"

The blonde death scythe turned to see Death the Kid walking towards her. She smiled and handed a few bags of clothes to him. "Thanks Kid."

"Are these for the boy?"

Marie looked at him with surprise. "You know about him?"

"Father said that as long as I don't tell anyone about him I'm aloud to talk with him."

"Where are Liz and Patti?" Marie asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

"Liz said that it was too cold outside and Patti was busy making snowmen, which I believe she may be making asymmetrical on purpose."

"We're here," Marie announced before Kid could continue to rant.

As soon as they walked in Stein turned away from his computer and looked at them. "Why are you here Kid?"

Before Marie could get about at Stein for his lack of manners Kid answered him. "Father gave me permission to question the boy who was attacked by the witch."

Stein frowned a bit but pointed Kid in the right direction. As Kid left he heard Marie ask Stein where his coat was.

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Spirit was tucked into the window in him room, a new (or old. Depends of how you look at it) feature of his younger body. He had completely hidden himself in one of Stein's lab coats. It smelled like blood and antiseptic, which should have bothered him, but it didn't. It was numbing.

He was doing his best not to think when there was two knocks on the door, both at the same time. "Come in."

Kid opened the door and around the dark room before his double yellow eyes landed on the figure curled up in the window. "My name is Death the Kid, son of Lord Death. I have asked and gained permission to ask you about the night with the witch. May I turn on the light?"

The boy had stopped breathing. "Didn't know it was off."

Kid flipped the switch and walked over to the boy. "What happened that night?"

"I've already said this crap. I was walking home from work when I saw this girl not wearing nearly enough clothes to be out in the cold, so I followed her to the park, you know, the one with the bridge? Anyway, she kissed me and pushed me into the pond. I tried to get home, but something hit the back of my head and the next thing I knew I was waking up at the DWMA."

"Can you describe the witch for me?"

"I guess. She was young, not much older than my daughter-" the boy froze.

"Daughter? You can't be much older than me."

The boy didn't say anything.

Kid walked over to him and ripped the coat off and the boy looked around in shock, the frost covering his eyes glinting in the light.

Kid dropped the coat. "Spirit?"

.-*-.

Not long after Spirit's revel Kid left the Patchwork Lab and started to walk towards Gallows Manor, and not long after that something wrapped around his waist and a cold hand was pressed against his lips.

"If you scream I'll drop my Soul Protect and Freeze you so fast your ass will spin. Got it?"

Kid nodded slowly and the person let go. "I don't scream. What do you want?"

The Japanese witch sighed. "He's lying."

"Who?"

The man with the spectacular red hair. He's lying."

Kid's eyes narrowed. "About what?"

Sadness flashed over her face and she shook her head.

"Why would he lie?"

"He afraid. He saw who attached him that night, he must have. And he thinks that they'll come after him. And they will!"

"Who is 'they'?"

Again she shook her head.

"You're not giving me enough information Witch."

Her eyes narrowed and her voice turned icy. "Why do all humans insist on saying 'witch' as though is a curse? If you want to talk again west and say 'yuki'."

Kid's suspicion melted momentarily into confusion. "Why yuki?"

Her icy tone was suddenly gone. "That's my name. Yuki. It means snow."

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Second chapter. Please tell me how you like it and review.