NWIM- Welllllll hullloooo. I don't really have anything to say except WOW. Just WOW. I can't believe the feedback from this! So I couldn't help but post this now! XDDD

Kid- Vila doesn't own Soul Eater.

Blackstar- YAHOO! Wait a second why am I not in this?!

NWIM- because your annoying.

Excalibur- FOOL!

Blackstar- What?! Imma god! I should be the main character!

Liz- Well its obvious your not Blackstar...

Kid- *sighs* You never learn Blackstar... I'm Vila's favorite character, which also means more torture for me. yay...

NWIM- ^^

Blackstar- F-f-f-av-orite?! KID?! GAWDSHAHDOIHDODHAodhawd *head explodes*

Chapter 3

Kid muffled a groan as he trudged along the sidewalks of Brooklyn. The pain from the wound he took in the leg had gone up to an 11 on a scale of 10. With every step he took, waves of a numb, aching feeling shot up his leg. Even though it was mostly healed from last night and it was easier to walk, he was still having some difficultly standing.

Slowly Kid put a black beanie over his raven hair which was rudely interrupted by three white stripes that were wrapped around the left side of his head.

He covered his stripes for a more specific reason then just not liking them; he wore it to protect himself.

There used to be old gangs that plagued the city until he came. Let's just say there's a reason the shadier people of Brooklyn call Kid "The White Striped Deliver of Death." A little too long for a nickname in his opinion. Once, he had tried to walk out in broad daylight without his beanie on and things turned ugly real fast.

(AN:/ shiz just got real, in other words.)

Kid had stuck his collar jacket into the combat backpack that hung from his shoulders. He wore what he wore yesterday, an orange t-shirt under a short sleeved collared blazer. He was never cold, but he wanted to match the regular citizens who wore thick sweaters during this time of year.

A couple of boys, much younger then him, on skateboards zoomed past him laughing. One of the boys glanced at Kid briefly before skating around his friend.

Kid watched them speed down the concrete, slightly envying the two for their friendship. He turned his attention away from them and shook his head. He didn't need anyone else. It would drag him down, slow him down. He couldn't become attached to anyone. Plus, he didn't think their was a person crazy enough to become attached with "The Devil of Brooklyn."

He liked to think he could only take care of himself, but it was obvious he could hardly do that. He didn't need another person to take care of. Nor did Kid need someone to take care of him.

Kid took the expensive watch he had acquired from last night's episode out of a pocket on his backpack. He didn't like wearing on his wrist because it made him feel unbalanced. He sighed at the time. It was almost noon and his stomach rumbled in response.

He spotted a small book store/coffee shop across the car jammed street. On the quest for a coffee and maybe a doughnut, he ran towards the store with an unnatural burst of speed. He tried to dodge the cars, but his leg, his weakness, made him stumble.

A yellow taxi car slammed on its brakes barely missing him. The angry man with a bristling mustache cursed at him in a strong New York accent. As well as making his hand form a common rude hand gesture out the tinted window. Kid raised his hands apologetically and the taxi raced around him.

Kid had his hand on the handle of the store, ready to push the door open and meet the sweet aroma of coffee and strangely comforting smell of new paper, when a abnormal chill went up his spine. He had had this strange chill once before and he didn't like what it meant. He looked up, staring beyond the shop, the birds of people, the cars, trying to figure out where exactly this feeling was coming from.

A hurried businessman ( who obviously needed a swig of caffeine) pushed past Kid and into the shop muttering "teenagers" under his breath.

That was enough to make Kid snap out of his trance. He was slightly disappointed he couldn't figure out where that feeling was coming from. Having gotten over his resentment quickly, Kid ran in the direction of the chill. He pushed his way through annoyed zombie pedestrians, and turned a corner, down an ally to find a floating red tadpole looking orb.

Everything in his body told him this "orb" was evil. Everything in his body assured him he was absolutely right, and that he should book it back to the coffee shop. Nobody else seemed to notice the red orb.

Last time Kid found one of these orbs, there was a nine foot tall monster with wings and an extremely long tongue. (Long story...)

Instead of a monster, there was a tall boy in a red suit with his hands deeply shoved in his pockets. In the pocket of his red blazer, was a black handkerchief embroidered with a green cursive B.

The boy's short ash black hair was slicked forward over his cunning eyebrows. He had ominous pale green eyes that burned with the fire of immorality.

Maybe it was the intended evil grin on the boy's face or the fact this boy had an aura of the devil that gave Kid the strange wanting of the familiar feeling of his gun in his hand. The boy reminded Kid of some of the richer Mafia leaders. The ones that aren't afraid to kill you if you get in the way.

"Name yourself." The boy commanded Kid in a deeper and darker voice then any boy his age could muster.

Kid opened his mouth to speak but the boy cut him off. His tone was surprised. "Death's presence embodies you."

Kid had no idea what that meant, but he had a feeling it didn't mean, welcome, here have a cookie.

The boy took a step toward Kid. Kid felt threatened and pulled out his gun skillfully from the inside of his blazer. The boy arched one eyebrow quizzically.

"A mortal weapon? Surely, my old friend, you aren't so foolish." He noted.

Kid fired. Tired of this character's bull. Several shots blasted through the air, but the boy had disappeared. Having reached from behind, a hand with many lustrous ruby and diamond rings appeared before Kid's face. In between the hand's index finger and thumb was a little metal circle, the bullet. Kid's golden eyes widened in new found fear, as he whipped around to find the boy staring in his face. He jumped back away from the being he no longer considered a human. He raised his gun at the being, trying not to display his fear.

'Shouldn't the entire block have heard the gun shots?' Kid thought to himself.

"You plan to kill a servant of Death?" The boy whispered. "You can not do so with such pitiful mortal weapons, Death."

Kid looked at his gun with a disgusted knowing the boy was right. He slung his gun into his backpack. He didn't know what this thing was. The only thing he did know at the moment was that his gun was utterly useless against it.

Kid swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. "Who are you? Why are you calling me, Death?"

It smiled and cleared its throat.

"I am Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies." Beelzebub announced, putting his right arm across his chest like his was giving a pledge and bowed.

Straightening, Beelzebub coughed and stared at a confused Kid. "It seems you are not quite aware of yourself and your, err, abilities."

Kid looked at the devil suspiciously. "I don't understand."

Beelzebub waved a hand and shook his head slightly dismissing the question, "Obviously."

Beelzebub appeared by Kid's left side and rested his right arm across Kid's shoulders. Like they had been buddies for years. Kid jumped. Beelzebub ignored this and stretched out his left hand, and moved his hand in an arching motion like he was showing Kid something intangible.

"Yes I see it, Young Master, all your past." The devil said 'Young Master' like you would say 'filthily rat'. "Take the words I give you now to heart, Young Master. It is those like us who have the power, but you can always gain more."

Beelzebub snapped his black painted fingers and suddenly a wisp of blue smoke fluttered into existence just above his palm. The smoke curled and became solid.

The thing before Kid's eyes looked similar to the red "tadpole" he had seen except it was blue. Almost immediately Kid felt compelled to take the floating object and set it free, a different feeling then when he saw a red one. He truly wanted to put the red tadpole to death. The blue thing wiggled slightly as if trying to reach out to Kid.

"A curious object isn't it, Young Master?" Beelzebub noted. "Souls naturally reach out for reapers, such as yourself."

Kid looked at Beelzebub's pale green eyes in fear. "You think I'm a... Your insane."

Beelzebub a single 'ha' escaped the devil's lips and he dropped his arm from Kid's stiff shoulders. "Of course I am, I am the devil after all!"

Beelzebub smiled. He walked towards Kid holding the "soul" in hands. He held it out to Kid.

"This is power. Eat it and you will know strength." In Beelzebub's hand the soul squirmed. "Human soul's have always been inviolable with Death around, but with him locked up in that city of his, his protective reach is limited."

"What are you talking about? Why the hell would you want me to eat it?!" Kid questioned, like before not following anything Beelzebub was saying.

Beelzebub slightly amused, sarcastically tapped the side of his head lightly with his palm. "Sorry, Young Master, you have no clue about any of this."

"Obviously." Kid muttered using the same dull tone as Beelzebub.

Beelzebub let go of the soul (which remained floating, suspended in the air) and put his hands in his pockets. The soul suddenly shot at Kid and clung onto his chest. With wide eyes Kid took a step back, but the soul followed. Beelzebub shifted from foot to foot seemingly uncomfortable.

"Well, Young Master? Go on. Eat it." Beelzebub tapped Kid's forehead with his index finger. "It will help with all those pesky forgotten memories."

Beelzebub had a brooding look on his face and continued to tap Kid's head, as if this would bring back Kid's supposed 'lost memories'.

Kid got an uncomfortable chill up his spine. He knew he had to protect this "soul" thing. It was one thing he felt sworn to do. Kid looked at Beelzebub confused (Real shocker right). It seem that there was a red soul inside of Beelzebub. A warning buzzed in the back of his head like an irritating alarm clock.

Kid felt a sudden pain in his gut like he'd been punched in the stomach. Before he could process the feeling it was gone and was replace by a new feeling, honor. The blood in his arms ran cold. He looked down and saw the soul was missing. The last he could see of it was a small trace of blue smoke coming off his palms.

"Y-you absorbed it?" Beelzebub fumbled, his face turned from shocked to anger.

Kid raised his arms just in time to catch a fist with rings on every finger. His instinct took over. He took Beelzebub's wrist in one hand and stepped under his arm. Kid's fist made contact with the devil's stomach. The force caused Beelzebub slide back on his feet with his hands clenched in fists.

The ground shook as Kid stood straight. He thought that some freak earthquake was happening when something appear under Beelzebub's feet.

It looked like a cartoon skull with three points coming from the bottom of its round head. The skull glowed an interesting mix of the colors pink and purple. Beelzebub screamed in outrage. Eyes ablaze with fury and failure. The skull seemed strangely familiar to Kid.

"Beelzebub! Lord of the Flies!" A strong authoritative voice called. "You will be punished for straying into the path of a kishin."

Kid looked for the new voice but discovered the words had come from his own mouth. His hands shot out in front of him, seemingly by themselves, both index fingers pointed at Beelzebub. His hands turned to face each other, fingers slightly curled like he was holding a ball.

Words popped into Kid's mouth again. "Your soul has become a kishin egg. Now you will pay the consequences."

Beelzebub's form flickered from the boy to a red monster with a long pointed tail and back again. Beelzebub screamed and hissed as the faint light from the cartoonish skull brightened with Kid's words.

"You will become dormant for a thousand years. You shall serve whoever beholds the power of Death. Death shall then behold the power of Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies."

The skull exploded in light. Beelzebub screeched and tried to run but he couldn't get out of the boundary of the skull. Kid crossed his arms over his face until the light died.

Kid didn't have time to ask himself what he'd just done, before something caught his eye. A black ball was set where Beelzebub and the cartoonish skull used to be.

Kid walked toward the ball cautiously. It didn't move. He kneeled down in front of it and touched the ball with his hand. A shock of pain went up his hand. He jumped back like the ball was a bomb ready to blow.

He looked at the small red mark in the center of his palm where he was shocked, until the ball moved. At first he thought he was seeing things, but the ball looked like it was unraveling. Like a long black ball of ribbon. The ribbon split into three pieces, two of which launched themselves at Kid.

Before he could shake them off the ribbons wrapped around his middle fingers. They both formed matching silver rings on which was the same cartoon skull he had seen. He looked at them with awe for how perfectly matched them were.

The last ribbon laid flat in front of Kid. The square ends smoothed and round out. Suddenly, the blackness of the ribbon faded leaving a skateboard in its place.

Kid picked it up. On the under side were four red wheels. The paint job was a pale green and two of those same skulls he'd recognized but couldn't seem to place. They were connected by their three teeth. The skateboard turned into black energy and shot up into Kid's new rings. Unlike the soul, it didn't hurt.

Kid moved over to the side of a brick building and leaned against it. He was too exhausted to figure out what had just happened. He shut his eyes and rested his head back against the wall glad for its support.

He murmured as he started to drift off. "Your in trouble now, Kid."

Yet he had no idea what mess he had just gotten himself into.

R/R!