AUTHORS NOTE!
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(This chapter is JFC's brain baby...Mama is very proud of you little buddy)
Kid felt something prod into his stomach, he flopped over uncomfortably and swatted absentmindedly in the direction of the assailant. "Eight more minutes..." He mumbled into the pillow.
"Kid...Kid!" Liz's quiet but shrill voice echoed in his muffled ears. He squirmed and was tempted to take the pillow and shove it onto his head, even if it meant ruffling his perfectly symmetrical hair. Despite his efforts the poking continued to no avail, so with a groan he shifted himself into a sitting position and stared at Liz's figure that was blurry due darkness and his squinted eyes.
"Wha is it Lizzz?" He drawled while rubbing his sleep deprived eyes with his knuckles. Although waking up and finding someone sharing his bed was definitely new to him, he also found it oddly comforting.
She whimpered slightly and grabbed Kid's arm and squeezed it tightly with an iron grip, "I-i heard a n-n-noise..."
Kid sighed, he should have known this had something to do with Liz's irrational fear of ghosts. He wondered if Liz had these panic attacks often during the late hours of the night and how she managed to find comfort since Patti wasn't too helpful in that department.
"I'm sure it was just your imagination. Nothing besides us is in here." He shuddered as he remembered the incident. The grip on his arm gradually became tighter as her panic reached it's climax.
"Kiiiiidddd..." Her voice ended with a squeak and she yanked his arm pulling him closer to her. He felt small shivers roll down her body and her hands were clammy from sweat, something had spooked her bad. While his weapon cowered next to him Kid took the liberty to clap twice and return light to the room.
"See?" He blindly gestured in a large half circle, "There's nothing here." Liz shook her head violently, her blonde hair getting caught in her open mouth.
"There i-is. I s-saw something mov-ve" She bit her lip nervously as her watery eyes scanned the room. He sighed and briefly wondered if this is what it felt like to have a younger sibling. Kid tossed the covers to the side and swung his feet to the side of the bed to stand up. Cold air rushed onto his bare legs as he walked to the other side of the bed.
He extended his hand out to her, which she refused. With a frustrated sigh he took Liz's hand by force, slipped his arm under her legs and lifted her easily out of the bed like a child. When he attempted to put her down Liz wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
"Do you want me to check the closet?" He asked, somewhat flustered by the close contact. Liz whimpered and nodded, still clinging to Kid.
In five strides he crossed the room and opened the door carefully so that he wouldn't drop Liz. Kid walked inside and promptly tripped over something hidden in the darkness of the doorway. This was probably the longest fall he had ever experienced in his lifetime, at the last second he twisted his body so that he wouldn't land on top of Liz and crush her. Instead she landed on top of him...specifically-her chest landed in his face. The dark red of embarrassment rose into Kid's cheeks like when a thermometer is stuck into a boiling pot of water, but thankfully to Liz's bust she wasn't able to see his reaction...because-her chest was on his face. It took him several times of repeating that in his head for his brain to take action. He tried to say her name but...it came out muffled and more like "lish". Liz's arms flailed around helplessly in the space around her as she was suspended above Kid, unable to reach the ground. Kid attempted, in vain, to utilize what little muscle he had in his pale, spindly arms to lift Liz off his torso, but all he managed to do was slide her body further down his until they were face to face.
At least I can breathe now, Kid thanked silently. Though the new position they were in wasn't any more convenient than the last. Kid couldn't roll over onto his stomach for fear of crushing Liz's frail body in the process. They had also already established that he was not able to lift the girl even an inch off his chest. And so it seemed they were stuck.
Liz's neck seized from the straining that was keeping her head upright and she yelped in pain, dropping her head so her forehead was resting against Kid's and their noses touching. Kid instinctively put his hand on Liz's neck in an attempt to relieve some of her pain. Sapphire blue eyes met golden yellow eyes and it was only natural to close small the gap between their lips.
Simultaneously leaning closer together, Kid's mouth found hers. The moment wasn't awkward as he thought it would be, in fact it was wonderful. For a girl who never had her first kiss her mouth was oddly quite experienced. Their lips moved together in a choreographed dance, Liz being shy and gentle at first slowly became demanding. She ran her hands through his dark locks and wound the hair around her fingers. Kid let his hand drop to her slender waist and then further down to her lower back completely lost in the moment. He could feel the passionate heat emitted from her skin underneath the nightgown she wore. It seemed to flow into him and warm his entire body. Was his heart supposed to feel like this? Flutter inconsistently and pound so loudly? He was completely unsure of his feelings towards Liz, but he knew right at this moment that he wanted nothing more than to have time stop with her in his arms.
Somehow during this event the two managed to free themselves from the closet's grasp, but they were too far gone to notice. Only when Kid heard the small tinkling of music was he able to break away for breath. Music? Was this a sign? Was his head trying to tell him something? Was he in love with Liz?
Kids eyes opened. He wasn't in the closet, kissing Liz passionately, he was in his bed- a sweaty mess of tangled bedsheets. He sat up, surprised that Liz managed to sleep through the music being blasted through his alarm clock. Fully awake now, he leaned over and hit the snooze button. Twenty minutes. Kid stood up and looked down at his boxers... he had twenty minutes to fix a little unwanted problem. With a sigh he walked as quietly as possible to the bathroom with images of Liz in his head...maybe it would only take fifteen...
In twenty minutes the alarm clock came to life and eventually woke Liz from her deep sleep. She opened her mouth in a large yawn as she stretched her arms above her. With a quick glance to the left, she realized that she was the only one in the bed, and that the shower was running. Despite the fact that they were locked in his room, Kid still followed his daily regime.
Kid's morning process was one that was famed for being incredibly meticulous and elaborate. Although not many souls were actually aware of the complicated means that kept Kid looking fair-skinned and possessing exceptionally soft hair. In fact, if the other meisters and weapons at school had ever discovered the genuine truth of the ritual, most - if not all - would question his sexual orientation.
His mornings began with a cup of Blueberry Herbal Tea with Acai that he made on his small, stove stationed on the far wall of his room. He had one of those special musical teapots - the one's that doubled as an alarm clock and a teapot, instantly warming ten minutes before the set time in order to play the classical music when it had successfully heated up. So every morning, after he had slipped on a pair of blue slippers that Liz had gifted him last Christmas, he would stride over to his stove and pour himself a cup of his signature tea flavor, letting the steam seep into his pores and cleanse his face. After sipping his tea down and reading a chapter of the current book he had checked out, he would enter a pristine, cream colored bathroom. Complete with a French bidet(1), Kid's bathroom was polished, stylishly decorated, and entirely symmetrical down to the double shower heads and cubed bathtub. The next step in Kid's morning ritual was to hop into his double-headed shower and scrub his ivory skin with an exfoliating body scrub that made it feel like tiny grains of sand were grinding into his skin. After scrubbing and rub-a-dub-dubbing until his skin was a raw pinky color - the color of clean according to Kid - he began on his hair. When it came to Kid's "luscious locks" (Patti's description of his hair), he always used the rinse-wash-and-repeat rule. He began with a hair strengthening shampoo, rinse, wash, repeat. Then, he moved onto a hair thickening shampoo, rinse, wash, repeat. Finally, he could move onto a hair repair conditioner that he left in for thirty minutes while he shaved his entire body - because a hairy body is an asymmetrical body. After finishing rinsing out the conditioner with ice cold water to lock in the moisture, he stepped lightly out of the shower and wrapped his body in an uncharacteristically fluffy, soft, starch-white towel. Next was the usual: eye cream, softening cream, acne cream, pore-opening cream, vaseline (spread across his eyelashes to soften them as well and aide their length), tone-evening cream, and a variety of prescribed creams that were specially tailored to Kid's specific needs. But that wasn't the end of Kid's morning ritual. Next Kid clipped his hair up high on his head - a necessary evil - and climbed into a full body moisturising mask (prepared the night before) in his bathtub. The bath was a concoction of random pantry items and natural ingredients. There was everything from mayonnaise, to honey, to mud, to rosewater, to maple syrup, to chocolate, to pine leaves, to dandelion juice in Kid's full body mask, and for an hour every morning, Kid lay in the thick and gooey moisture. After the tedious job of cleaning out the bathtub and also cleaning off his own body, Kid turned his attention to his nails. He would file them, clip them, use a cuticle cream, and coat them with a strengthening polish that had no glossy properties. The very last step was using another famed European product: eye cleansing drops. These drops heightened the whites in Kid's eyes and brought out his beautiful golden hue. After four to five hours, Kid's morning ritual was finished.
Momentarily forgetting about the locked room situation, Kid stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked towards his closet without even glancing or remembering about the weapon staring at him from the bed. She blinked and watched as he took out a pair of well-ironed pants. Her eyes widened when she realized his grip on the towel was loosening.
"K-KID DON'T!" She attempted to yell. Unfortunately Kid panicked when he heard his name, and released his grip on the towel altogether as he turned to face Liz.
Time seemed to stop for the both of them as Liz got a backstage pass to Kid's "private" show. To Liz's horror, the first thought that popped into her mind was, wow...so that's what his looks like, before promptly fainting.
Kid wasn't sure to pick up the towel and cover himself first or to asses the knocked-out-cold Liz. He did the first one, realizing that many...many problems could arise with the second choice. He had never moved nearly this quickly as he leaped over the unconscious Liz and flung open his underwear drawer and promptly shoved on a random pair of boxers. With his routine abandoned, he quickly pulled on his pants as well, ignoring the wrinkles. Liz was much more important at the moment. She might of hit her head when she fell...he swear he heard a loud and sickening thud. He did not want to be stuck with another Patti...not to mention the thought of Liz being hurt sent a violent and sharp pang through his chest.
Kid kneeled next to his weapon and gently touched her cheek which was just as soft as the one in his dream.
"Liz...Liz?" He shook her shoulder slightly and began to panic when she didn't respond. She seemed so pale and limp from where she lay on the floor.
"Liz? LIZ?" His voice grew in volume. 'OH GOD,' he thought, 'OH GOD THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.' Tears began to bud in his eyes and blind his sight, he couldn't live in a world without Liz.
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her name, "Kid?" She winced as a dull throb pulsated in the back of her head. All awkwardness forgotten the young shinigami gathered his weapon in his arms and held her closely to his bare chest.
"You scared me there." He mumbled into her shoulder.
"I-I'm okay Kid, Its just a little bump" She replied, taken back in surprise at this new side of him. He said nothing in response, but was only thankful that she didn't feel the warm drops of his tears as they fell down her back. He could admit it now, even if it was only to himself- something about this girl made his heart beat faster.
And Kid wasn't sure how to handle that.
AUTHORS NOTE!
(1) A bidet is a fancy toilet that - when you eliminate on it - splashes warm water on you, drys you, and keeps the toilet seat warm. (Only the grandest toilet is acceptable!)
JFC: BWAHAHAHA YOU ALL THOUGHT. YOU ALL THOUGHT!
Alliswan: Calm down. We're probably gonna get a lot of annoyed reviews for this...
Pink Sparrow: I apologize in advance for Miss Jigsaw Fight Club.
JFC: No need to apologize, torturing the readers is always fun :D ...Besides, at least they got to see a hint of action that could possibly appear or possibly not appear in the future.
Pink Sparrow: Did you guys catch the two references to other characters, did ya? DID YA? If you did post a review!
Alliswan: There were two? I only found one... shoot.
JFC: To be honest this story is writing itself we have absolutely no control over it!
Alliswan: I actually started this story with completely different intentions, but this is awesome too!
JFC: Oops...well too bad. This is better. Oh well, guess we will have to live with it.
Pink Sparrow: MWHAHAHAHA! Even JFC and Alliswan don't know what the incident is!
Alliswan: BECAUSE YOU WON'T TELL US!
JFC: Sadly its true we don't. *sigh* If only you two would let me have my way with Kid and Liz...okay now that I think about it that sounded really wrong :3
Pink Sparrow: This is a T-RATED Fan Fiction! And we are going to keep it that way!
JFC: Define Teen again? *evil laugh* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA; LOOP HOLE, I WILL FIND YOU SOMEDAY!
Alliswan: We would just erase anything bad you would put.
JFC: Someday my love...someday...just keep your eyes on the computer...
Pink Sparrow: Our viewers don't want an M-Rated FanFiction...RIGHT VIEWERS? RIGHT?
Alliswan: Don't be creepy JFC...
Pink Sparrow: I'm with Alliswan...
JFC: Creepy is my middle name... (actually it's fight) In all seriousness the fact that I have gotten away with a lot of the stuff you are reading is a triumph for me anyways. BUT WE ALL KNOW THE VIEWERS LOVE HOT STEAMY ROMANCE!
Pink Sparrow: ...no comment. *shakes head at the immaturity* I apologize for her.
Alliswan: I apologize for all of us.
JFC: Whatever, you loved the kissing scene :P Despite all of our jokes we three really love each other and most of all we love our readers. The reviews mean a lot to all of us. You have no idea how much we all fangirl (Alliswan: I hate to admit it but it's true.)every time we see that we have a new review, favoriter or follower.
Pink Sparrow: I love you all. NOW GO REVIEW.
JFC: WE COMMAND YOU!
Pink Sparrow: Hey...that's my catch phrase!
Alliswan: ALRIGHT! AUTHOR'S NOTE OVER!
Pink Sparrow: FIN!