A/N: Uh... Chapter, now, yeah. *looks around blankly for any sign of life*
Well, I must answer this though; my brother read this fic and wondered why I used the suffixes at the end of names sometimes (-kun, -chan, etc.) and sometimes I didn't. Well this is in Nevada, USA, alright? Do your friends/family call you -insert name here-chan/kun/san/sempai/sama/onee/ nee? Don't answer that if you live in Japan or are an otaku -.-. I've seen both dub, sub, and am currently reading the manga, so I'm also doing that partly so someone who hasn't seen/read the dub, sub or manga to get confused (such as my brother who has only seen the dub who had gotten extremely confused when people put in "Shinigami-sama" in their FFs' and Kiddo-kun).
Yeah... Just so you wouldn't be confused... That's all I really have to say except that this chap has a lot more KidxMaka. Poor Kid, eh? I'd feel guilty...
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of it's characters
DWMA Infirmary: Same Time
Maka stared down at Soul as he clambered to his feet, utilizing a nearby table for support. Her vision was slowly blurring for a very odd reason, and her legs felt like noodles about to collapse. She struggled to keep her now heavy emerald eyes open as she dropped the large medical book, unable to sustain the weight.
"Maka, are you alright?" Soul asked in a more calm tone, his expression obviously looking concerned as he watched his meister began to tremble and her face flush a deep crimson. "What is it? It was that bite from Kid, wasn't it? Well I swear I'll kick his ass just for you when he can actually take a punch okay!" The death scythe smirked and pumped his right fist into the air arrogantly.
The blonde meister in front of him delicately raised her own arm next to souls and gripped his tight fist, her weapon blinking confusingly. She slowly lowered his arm back to his side as beads of sweat began to form on her fore head. "Its alright, Soul, I'm fine..." She put on a weak smile before collapsing into the arms of her partner, her veins coursing with pain, thus making her limbs useless.
"Come on, let's get home and take care of this fever," Soul whispered into her ear softly as he gently placed a hand on her fore head in order to feel her temperature. Maka subtly nodded as she allowed her exhaustion to win and slowly closed her eyes, darkness consuming her vision.
The white haired teen exited the large academy several minutes later, his meister delicately placed in his arms bridal-style, a stern look on his features. He continuously received questioning glares and stares from random civilians and gawking classmates unaware of their relationship.
'Everyone is looking at us...' Soul mummbled irritatingly as his right eyebrow twitched, a large vein pulsing in his forehead, thus revealing his obvious annoyance. 'It's alright, we're almost home anyw- Huh?' The weapon stopped abruptly in the center of the sidewalk to turn towards the other side of the dark cobblestone rode. Several men were whistling and chuckling seductively at the young girl in his arms as her skirt accidentally flew up. Soul scowled, pushed back down her skirt and continued forwards, trying to ignore the perverted sweat monkeys behind him.
"What a pretty girl! She deserves to have a nice time once in a while, eh boys? Instead of hanging with that dip-shit over there," one of the more suave-looking ones cooed to his little gang. The men responded with a mixture of howls and whistles as they all continued to stare at the bypassing couple. "But, she's probably some cracked up whore. Heh, no wonder she's with that fucking excuse for a-"
In not even a split second, his gang lay unconscious on the street and the man's greasy head was thrust up against a wall, the white haired boy pinning him down. Soul looked just about ready to tare that bastard's head off as he gazed menacingly at the man and held up his right fist under the man's chin as it transformed into a scythe blade.
The man looked petrified as he broke into a cold sweat and stared up at the clear blue sky. Soul was panting heavily, but he just couldn't move his arm up to decapitate the poor man. He felt... guilty. His eyes had a quick glance at his meister lying on the ground and quickly released the man before shoving him to the ground.
"Damn it, you're lucky ass hole that I didn't slice you into bits and feed you to the dogs," Soul muttered as his arm returned to normal and he silently picked up his meister and continued without another word towards their apartment, leaving the man terrified in the street.
Maka and Soul's Apartment: 10:39 PM
"Are you sure?" a voice that sounded eerily like Soul's asked confusingly, his words muffled by what seemed to be a door. Maka silently stirred in her comfortable bed, her dirty blonde hair fanned out over the white pillow and a wet rag placed on her burning fore head.
"That's impossible!" the voice exclaimed loudly as Maka grew irritated. "I-I'm on it, Liz." The meister sighed hopelessly and gave up on rest to sit up silently. Her eyes slowly opened and she rubbed them with the heels of her palm quietly before yawning.
"No... I can't tell her. You and I both know what'll happen if she finds out," Soul whispered into the phone harshly from outside the door. He was pacing quietly up and down the hallway in his normal attire. His face looking genuinely worried and doubtful as Liz's voice explained the situation grimly from the other end.
"Glad you understand, I'll see you in a few," Soul muttered a goodbye before pressing the off button and gloomily marching to the living room in order to hang up the phone. The news he had just received didn't really come as a complete shock, yet he was sweating and he had no idea how to approach his meister about it.
"I guess I just can't tell her," Soul sighed out loud as he hung up the phone and scratched his head to think more thoroughly about it.
"What can't you tell who?" a feminine voice asked sternly. The weapon jumped slightly as he spun around to face the owner of the fierce voice. It was Maka and she was currently tying her last pigtail.
"M-Maka!" Soul stumbled as he walked closer to his meister. "I can't tell you right now, you need to rest in order to get your strength back." She gave him one of those 'I don't care just, freaking tell me before I kick your ass' looks and the deal was closed. "Its Kid, he's disappeared from the infirmary immediately after we left Shibusen and we're going to look for him."
"Why didn't you tell me? Come on! Go get your motorcycle, we're looking for a reaper!" Maka barked furiously as she stormed outside, nearly smashing the front door in the process. "Come on! He might be in trouble!" Soul nodded and followed his meister out, doubt racking his brain on his meister's current condition. It was obvious that she still had a fever and couldn't walk straight, which bothered him deeply. 'I knew this would happen...'
Eastern Outskirts of Death City, Nevada: Same Time
A certain shinigami lied silently on the lush grass, his golden eyes glowing in the night sky like stars obstructing the darkness. His arms lie behind his head and his shirts, hat and DeathPod sat in a neat pile next to the tree behind him, along with his shoes. His body was soaked with sweat and his breathing held heavy panting.
"Damn it..." Kid cursed before beginning to starting doing sit-ups. "Now I can never go back there no matter how much I want and it's YOUR fault! I feel so... so guilty for contaminating Maka! I have to get stronger in order to kill Asura myself! Then maybe I can redeem myself..." 'Will you ever SHUT UP? That bitch deserved it for coming in between my meal!' Mad hissed in Kid's head, sending chills up the shinigami's spine. "Don't you dare call her that!"
"DIE!" a feminine voice screamed. Kid's eyes widened at a quick pace as he was suddenly shot repeatedly in the chest, leaving several bullet wounds. He could only stare down at the blood streaking down his chest and onto the grass. His eyes eventually drifted upwards to meet with his partner's, Liz's to be exact.
"W-What was that-" He was once again cut off as she suddenly punted him into the sparkling pond with one large kick, Kid still thoroughly bewildered by all of this. Once in the water, the meister instantly covered his mouth in order to conserve his breath as blood stained the water. He definitely wasn't going back up there.
He swam there in place for several moments when yet again, something bad happened, it was Soul. He randomly came out of the shroud of darkness of the lake and silently made a large gash on the shinigami's pale back. Death the Kid instantly removed his hands and released his breath as pain shook his body.
Kid desperately swam for the surface and made it just in time too, for Soul was hot on his tail. The shinigami crawled up to his tree and collapsed, panting heavily as he watched the bleeding stop on his chest.
A loud cackle signaled the arrival of the (hopefully) one and ONLY Black*Star. The assassin leaped down from the tree behind Kid, Tsubaki in her enchanted sword mode. The meister quickly shut his eyes tightly, unable to move his body out of the way as the ninja-tool wielder stabbed the sword almost completely through Kid's chest, leaving blood gushing out at a considerable rate. Another loud chuckle signaled the exit of the assassin, assumingly believing he had 'taken care of business'.
Kid was no longer breathing, his eyes wide as he stared down at the blood stained grass. He felt no pain anymore, just nothing. His arms wouldn't move, hell, his body wouldn't move. After several agonizing moments of just sitting their, he could hear footsteps... they were not apparently trying to be shielded, and whoever it was, gave off a warm and pleasant feeling to the dying shinigami who was still shell- shocked.
"Kid-kun..." the voice whispered. Kid could barely recognize it, but he did; Maka. His head suddenly lifted to stare at the angelic figure approaching him. She leaned down silently, their faces inches apart once she was close enough. The female meister then held her right hand in front of his face... a red string was tied around her index finger in a bow-like fashion. His golden eyes followed the path of the string until he found it end in his clenched left hand.
The shinigami looked up just in time to find Maka closing the gap between them and gently placing her lips on his. Kid looked absolutely... surprised. His face had shock written all over it, but his insides felt like butter and he felt like he could've died and
went to heaven.
She was so... symmetrical! How had he missed this key component in the past? To anyone, they'd either find her slightly cute or the average of girls, but if Kid's eyes detects anything symmetrical, it's instantly gorgeous, no, beyond that, goddess-like.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds before the blonde meister pulled out a silver dagger from her right hand which was kept hidden all this time. She swiftly put it up to Kid's throat without him noticing and with a quick slit, Kid's lifeless body collapsed on the ground.
"HOLY SHIT!" Kid screamed dramatically as his body shot up and he instantly felt his clothed chest, his neck, his back... his lips. "A dream? No, more like a nightmare... But it felt so real... The fighting, the water, the grass, the kiss..." 'You passed out due to exhaustion neatly a half an hour ago, reaper." Mad sighed.
The inky-haired teen stared around, studying his surroundings. He was apparently in the same location as earlier, the outskirts of town next to the lake, his back propped up next to the large Willow tree drooping over the lake like a large cloud blocking the sun.
His body then began to tremble as he heard someone approaching the area. Kid ground his teeth as he blankly stared at the lake to his right, his breathing becoming heavy. 'Calm down, it's probably just someone out for a late night stroll, imbecile,' the madness tried to convince the shinigami, but ultimately failed.
"KID!" a feminine voice called loudly as what looked like a flashlight light could be seen over the hill. 'Ah, the sequel; The Bitch Returns- A Four Part Trilogy made and produced by the idiot Death the Kid,' Mad sighed sarcastically. Kid ignored the ignorant comment and awaited the arrival of whoever it was approaching him. The situation at the moment eerily felt like Eibon all over again towards the shinigami who was now shivering due to the cold.
"There you are," the figure breathed out, obviously panting as a bright light was flashed into Kid's face, thus making him wince. 'I have to get out of here,' Kid muttered as he jumped upwards and into the branches of the tree. "I know you're up there, Kid-kun." Maka stepped out of the darkness several moments later, just her, no one else with a red flashlight in-hand.
"G-Get away," Kid stuttered as he quickly looked around for an escape route. "I'm never going to hurt you or anyone ever again, just leave, please!" Was that really Kid? Well the old Kid that Maka knew didn't push his friends away, or even begged for that matter if the situation wasn't related to symmetry. The blonde meister refused to even budge as she stared up at the obviously stressed shinigami.
"NOW!" He frowned and quickly dived off of the branch he was currently standing on towards the lake. There was a large splash, which sent water flying into Maka's face. She frowned and quickly removed her shoes and set down her flashlight before too diving into the water and chasing after her friend. Maka relentlessly pursued Kid throughout the ice-cold pond, the cold apparently not affecting the meister by the least bit.
'She's going to die if she remains here much longer,' Mad taunted slightly as Kid could hear Maka gradually slowing down her pace. 'You're a shinigami, you have basically unlimited stamina and you could withstand the toughest of terrain and come out without so much as a scratch, she's just a human. They get affected by poison, diseases, and are also much more fragile when it comes to life.' The shinigami scowled, for what the madness had said was one hundred percent true, it was his fault that Maka was going to die now. Kid felt like screaming as he suddenly stopped swimming to bury his hands in his dark hair, three white lines obstructing the symmetry.
Back with Maka, her vision began to blur yet again as madness pulsed through her veins like blood. And on top of that, her foot was caught by an abandoned fishing line, the hook nearly piercing her foot. How did it happen? Maka sure didn't know, she even barely remembered what she was even there for. Darkness surrounded her vision, slowly growing and threatened to push her into unconsciousness, thus drowning her. "Soul, help… please…" Maka tried to yell with the last of her breath as her eyes snapped shut.
Kid's ears twitched towards the sound, it was extremely muffled but he could still make it out. He quickly turned towards the voice and swiftly began to swim as if his life depended on it. 'Damn it, this is all my fault," Kid cursed as Maka's dangling figure could be made out in the distance. The shinigami was slowly losing his breath and could probably only last about thirty seconds before he'd have to resurface. The dark-haired meister noticed this and instantly sped up and was next to Maka within a matter of seconds.
He quickly gripped the fishing line with both hands which was currently latched under an unmovable boulder and pulled. His fingers were bleeding within a matter of seconds and Mad's chuckle rang out through his head, taunting him. Kid summoned the last of his strength to rip the tough wire apart and swiftly snatched Maka's unconscious body.
The shinigami struggled to get to the surface, which was in the center of the pond. He was panting loudly and even a mere glance at his friend sent chills down his spine with guilt. They reached his tree several minutes later, but Kid had to crawl to the tree he was so exhausted. He took several moments to rest as Maka's head lied in his lap soundlessly, her body shivering. 'Ah, you saved the bitch?' the madness smirked. Kid tried his best to ignore his inner-demon Mad as he laid Maka flat on the ground.
Kid then began to consecutively push on Maka's chest, hoping she would cough up the water and come back. His arms were trembling and felt like twigs and his soaked shirts clung to his body like a magnet would to metal. He also couldn't tell which was pond water and what was sweat due to his extreme exhaustion. "Come on…" the meister whispered hopefully as the madness continued to chuckle loudly. "I'm so stupid… stupid, stupid, STUPID!"
The shinigami gave up on that after several minutes, Maka still looking as dead as a log. He could really only think of one thing, mouth to mouth. Kid tried not stare at her chest or skirt for that matter, for her shirt was now slightly transparent and clung to her body much like his shirts did. Kid swallowed hard, his face heating up as he pinched her nose with one hand and slowly went in for the CPR.
He managed to get her pulse back and make her cough up a lot of water, but she was still unconscious. "Good enough," Kid breathed out as he collapsed onto Maka, his eyes threatening to shut and make him go unconscious as well. He gave up fighting it and just let the unconsciousness wipe over his body.
Maka's eyes groggily opened several moments later, something cold lying on her stomach. She picked her head up slightly to find Kid passed out. The blonde meister was too exhausted to do anything about and passed out yet again.
A/N: And done…
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