Well here it finally is! Gomen Nasai everybody! *sobs and bows* Senior year really sucks the time out of you! I am soooo so so so so so sorry that it took me this long to get this out! Not to mentions I've recently been getting into other anime's so it's hard to concentrate on this one! I hope you enjoy this chapter of Untouched! I apologize for the out of characterness and the shortness of it. The next one will be better I swear! Thank you so much for all your comments, followings and favorites and all that stuff! It is much appreciated and it really motivates us to get chapters out! You don't know how exciting it is to have only one chapter up, and months later still get followers, comments and favorites! We have so many now that it's exciting! Thank you everybody!

~Treana

Chapter Two

I Don't Wanna Wait

Treana

"Baby it's you I want,

So stop wasting my time

And baby it's you I need,

So please make up your mind

It's time to choose"

I Don't Wanna Wait ~ The Veronicas

He was frozen. The words repeated in his head again. What the hell just happened there? The white haired weapon hadn't the slightest idea. He took a deep breath.

Okay Soul, let's think through this, he thought slowly to himself. His mind was in a confused whirl and he had to think through his thoughts word by word.

Alright. First, Kidd is gay. Okay, got that, I can deal with that…. But then… Then… he kissed me… He kissed me!

"He fricken kissed me!" It wasn't until he noticed the several strange looks that were cast in his direction that he realized that he had said the four words out loud.

He frowned and stuck his hands in his pockets, shuffling to a less crowded area. Taking another deep breath, he, for once, thought through his next step. He couldn't afford to screw up again. His mind was finally starting to calm in its whirling and he realized that he had to talk to Kidd, who knows what the crazy reaper would do now.

Soul gave a light growl and shoved off the wall he had found himself leaning against. Removing his hands from his pockets, he shoved through the cliques of people and finally found his way out the front door. He paused, trying to decide which direction he should go.

It took him half a breath to make a decision.

He headed off to his left, realizing there was only one place the son of Lord Death would go, one place he would feel safe and be able to relax in this sort of circumstance. Fortunately, Soul was a smart enough guy to figure out where that place was.

He was at a full out sprint, and usually that wouldn't phase him physically, but right now, as calm as he liked to believe he was, his mind as still moving faster than his legs. Not to mention his heart was tangling into knots with his stomach and now he was confused which one was which and what belonged where. Somehow his lungs were getting mixed in the bunch and thus, the running was making it hard to breathe. But at the same time, he was sure that if he walk walking at a turtle pace the situation with his lungs and the rest of his organs wouldn't be much different.

It wasn't long before he could see Death the Kidd's mansion just off the end of the street. Upon seeing it, he immediately dragged his feet to a halt. What was he doing? Was it really a good idea to be chasing after Kidd like this? The boy most likely wouldn't be in one of the best moods and Soul wasn't sure if he wanted to face up to that.

He began walking slowly once more, his breath still heavy as he thought it over.

What did he really expect to say when he got there? 'Hey Kidd, sorry for scaring you off, you're gay, that's cool. I just don't swing that way, but we can still be friends right?' He scoffed, like hell that would go over well. It was apparent, if not obvious that Kidd was upset, but Soul couldn't understand why…. Nevermind, he was just being stupid. The meister had all the reason in the world to be upset, he had just kissed a straight guy in a drunken stupor. Drunk or not, that was just wrong and almost sick in a way. Soul hated thinking of his friend like that, but now that he had calmed down a little to think about it, he was starting to get a little pissed. What was Kidd thinking? Honestly… this was so uncool.

But despite all that, Soul still cared about his friend, if not both their reputations. Soul had always been the cool kid, Death the Kidd had always been the mostly collected and elite son of Lord Death, there was no way Soul was going to let that be ruined now. He could just imagine the rumors that would spread like…no worse than wild fire through the DWMA and the rest of death city. Nothing that ran through his head was good. There was no way there could be a positive outcome from this.

And that was precisely why he had to catch Kidd and talk to him. He had to put this all straight and make sure the Meister didn't mean anything by it, much less that it would happen again. For both their sakes.

He took a few steps before breaking into a run. The only sound that surrounded him was his heavy breathing, his thudding heartbeat and the soft taps of his toes on the cold, hard sidewalk as he took large, bounding steps. It was strangely deserted along the street and as Kidd's mansion approached, he realized that he still didn't have a clue as to what he was going to say. He shook his head as he approached the door. He was just going to have to wing it.

"This is so uncool," he muttered, sliding a hand into his pocket as he used the other to rap on Kidd's door.

There was a long bout of empty silence as Soul waited for a response. He stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot, as the time passed by slower than a turtle swimming through peanut butterThe scythe was about ready to try knocking again, louder this time, when the door opened and his hand fell on empty air. Peering around the wooden frame were two gold eyes that looked almost empty, and yet ready to greet whoever it was there. Soul watched as they became hard and sheltered before they disappeared and the door started closing. He shot his hand out, catching the door with his palm and forcing it back open enough to squeeze part of his body through. "Kidd, look, we need to talk," he started, trying to catch the shinigami's eyes.

The raven haired boy turned away from the weapon. "There's nothing to talk about..." he said calmly, a twinge of hurt carried in an undertone so that only those who really knew him could pick up on it.

"Like hell there's nothing to talk about!" Soul shouted, causing Kidd to start slightly and look up at him with wide eyes. "Do you..." The white haired boy let out a huff as he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair, looking at his feet.

"What do you want from me Soul? Did you just come here to yell at me or did you actually have something important to say?" Kidd said with a touch of spite. Why did the weapon have to chase after him? All he wanted to do now was to return to his room and lock his door.

The albino cursed his lack of ability with words before shoving himself the rest of the way through the door and grabbing hold of the young reaper. He was at a loss of what to do, and at odds with his own emotions. Part of him was still angry at Kidd for what had happened, but then the rest of him felt bad for the boy. It was a split second decision that sent his lips crashing down on the captured teen, his hands curling around the dress shirt in his grasp and pulling him ever closer.

The sudden contact started the reaper badly enough that he gasped and fell still for all of two seconds. Then he was kissing him back, feeling those first couple stirrings of hope rising like butterflies. His hands rose and tangled slightly in the white hair of his friend, pulling slightly to get Soul's mouth closer to his own.

It was a wild, almost feral, meeting between them. By the time they came to their senses their lips were bruised and their breathing was rushed and ragged. Soul took half a step back, running a hand through his hair after releasing the shinigami from his grasp. He couldn't believe that he had just done that... really he couldn't. "How long?" he rasped out, not giving any clue to what he was talking about.

Kidd rose his eyes to catch Soul's red ones before responding. "The fight for Brew, when you first played the piano for us all," he answered, giving reply the vague question he could only guess at.

A curse fell from the albino's lips and he lightly hit the side of his fist against the wood of the door. That long, that long and he hadn't a clue on what was going through his friend's mind. Really he was going to have to stop this now before it got out of hand. "Listen... This can't happen again Kidd. This isn't me... It isn't cool, and it can't be good for either of us." Soul shifted uncomfortably, why did this have to be so damn hard?

Golden eyes that had been warm only a minute earlier from the aftermath of the kiss hardened, and the walls came down around Kidd's face. His expression smoothed into one of dispassionate uncaring, and he eyed him coldly. "Very well. Don't worry, you'll never have to worry about me ruining your reputation of being the 'cool' guy again," he said, his tone like ice and sharp as steel. "Good night, and good bye, Mr. Evans."

With those final words the reaper shoved the door shut and the sound of locks clicking into place could be heard. Soul was left standing on the outside, staring at the spot where Kidd had been only minutes before. Why did it feel like he just majorly screwed up what could have been a good thing?

Well there you have it! Take it away Angel! Good luck! Thanks again for all the comments, favorites and followings! Please continue! Next one will be faster and better I swear!

Angel Alert: This is Angel, dropping in to say that I've changed the ending of this because dear Treana forgot one of the most important parts. The second kiss! I will admit, I forgot to remind her about it, but really, this is what she gets for taking two months to update. /sigh/ Look for the next chapter coming soon! Learn Kidd's true reaction, and what happens when the next day Maka figures out what happened the night before. Angel out~