Chapter 2

Two weeks later...

Counting the cracks on the ceiling wasn't the best thing to pass time. Liz sighed as she dropped her stare on the purple-colored ceiling and looked at the pink sheets of her bed. For the whole night, she didn't sleep. All she did was lay on her bed thinking about the previous events that happened.

Her nails started to claw harder on her blanket at the thoughts of those previous events she saw. Her teeth started to chatter in fear and her eyes widened in shock, fear, and horror.

The sun's light started to seep through the pink lace-like curtains, placed beside the bed, shining over her dark blue eyes. Liz's eyes started to squint at the rising sun's light and shifted her gaze opposite from the window, where her sister lay beside her sleeping peacefully.

Believe or not, the sun's light didn't make Liz uncomfortable; in fact, it made her emotion slightly relax. It only made her eyes painful and squint. She was glad that the sun rose because it didn't remind her of the horrific events she saw when the moon was full and the night was as dark as coal.

Bang!

Liz growled angrily again. This was the tenth bang coming from Kid's room. The shadows under her eyes were growing larger, and her body kept tossing and turning on her bed. She couldn't sleep for God knows how long, because of the sounds from (probably) Kid's OCD tantrums.

After a few minutes past with no sound coming through Liz's ear, Liz gave a sigh of relief, and started to snuggle on her pillow and close her eyes.

Bang!

Her back sat up in anger, as her fingers curled around the blanket even harder. That's it, she had enough. She got off the bed messily, not bothering to be careful so her sister wouldn't wake up. Patty could hear a million BlackStars screaming and she would still sleep like she heard nothing.

Liz stumbled across the hallway to reach Kid's room. Her head felt very dizzy and tipsy from her exhaustion. Her footsteps were going in curves and turns. She finally fell face-flat on Kid's oak door. Her hands pushed against the door pushing off her face from the oak surface.

"Kid-" She opened the door as light spilled out of that space. She look through that space and paused from her opening from the image she saw. Her hand started to shake over the door knob, and her teeth started to chatter.

Papers of different sizes and rips flew everywhere in Kid's once clean room. His bed was scratched by a pair of nails making cotton and feathers fly everywhere. Furniture of every kind were on the black and white tiled floor; wretched and in tiny little pieces. Shards of glass were falling out of his once fixed window as the moonlight spilled out the glass-less window. In the middle of all that disorder and chaos was the clean-freak and OCD Kid.

His suit was wrinkled and ripped in several places. He had large shadows under his eyes from his lack of sleep. He kept shaking standing over the broken glass with bare feet, and his hands had drops of red lines spilling. He kept looking at his hands were he kept fumbling with a small note.

"'He's' going to find you." Kid whispered to himself as he dropped his knees on the pile of shattered glass, and brought his amber eyes back on the note. Tears of fear and panic started to flow out of his eyes.

As Liz's veins went cold, Kid closed his eyes and dropped the note. He started to write crimson lines on his chessboard-like floor while more shards came in his skin. "All because of your beautiful...truth"

Liz struggled to keep her gaze on the insane Shinigami and keep her mouth shut from making any noise.

"Only through chaos will you find order." Kid reminded himself as he ook around the destruction he made. More tears came in his eyes, as he brought his bleeding hand near his nose. He took a deep breath at the rustic smell to keep him sane.

A guilty look then came in the black-haired boy's face as he started to close his eyelids. "You even betrayed the person...you..." His breaths became more relaxed as he fell on his back landing on the pile of broken furniture and glass.

All Liz could see was the river of blood flowing out of that pile of glass and furniture.

"Sis!" A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Liz quickly opened her eyes alert with sweat dripping off her face. Her breaths were deep and tired with her nails gripping on something soft. She dropped her gaze from her sister's face to where her nails were place. Her sharp manicured nails were digging in her sister's arm as blood started to flow out.

"I'm sorry!" Liz practically shouted. She pulled her fingers aways from her sister's skin and grabbed her arm checking if the wound was infected.

"It's fine, sis!" Patty smiled.

Liz attempted to give a real smile, but failed once Patty recognized that pained look in her eyes. "Liz, is something wrong?"

Liz averted her eyes from her sister and gave a sigh. "It's...just...have you ever regretted our decision to become Kid's weapons?"

Patty gave a confused look. "Sometimes because of his OCD but I didn't mind. He's always been kind to us, and he isn't a pervert like BlackStar and Soul."

"It's not that...it's just that...I think he's not...in a good mental state right now..."

"What do you mean?" Patty titled her head confused.

Liz opened her mouth and started to explain.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater

Author's note: I'm sorry if right now my chapter is short but I was in a hurry and I didn't want to give you guys a super long wait. But anyway please tell me if I'm going to fast or slow.

Also please tell what you want to happen next. I already know why I have in mind with the story but I need a couple more ideas. Plus I want to communicate with you guys more. Also please tell me if you want shorter chapters and shorter waits, or longer chapters and longer waits. Thanks for all your support!