AUTHORS NOTE
WE ARE SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG DELAY! It started with JFC having a considerably rough week then it led to all three of your writers becoming involved with a dance performance which kept us all considerably busy (especially Alliswan). But the chapter is done. The show is over. And we will begin working on the next chapter right away so you won't have to wait so long ever again! So for an extra measure I will repeat myself- SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY! :(
I also want to let everyone know that there are two more Soul Eater fan fictions in progress that we will begin to post regularly after we complete Locked In Love. One is rated teen like this one and undergoes more of a comedic approach with serious undertones such as Locked In Love while the second one will be rated M for content that involves more mature themes and is much more serious and depressing.
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Liz let the scalding hot water slide down her bare back as she ventured into the recesses of her mind. She couldn't erase the mental image of Kid's...well, you know. Even thinking the word made her blush profusely. It was a freshly burned cast iron mark in the frontal lobe of her brain, and it did not appear to be vanishing anytime soon. No matter how much Liz attempted to relinquish it by substituting it with a more pleasant image like, say, a basket of oranges (sweet smelling and unassuming of any perverted allusions), the images of Kid's...ya know, would spring up in all their glory once again. Sometimes she wished brains had a delete button or at the very least, a mental trash can, but of course, she wasn't that lucky.
While Liz took a shower, Kid continued to progress with his morning regime.(1) There was an immediate unspoken agreement between the two awkward friends to pretend that the previous ten minutes had never occurred. Assured that Liz wouldn't be leaving the shower for quite a while, Kid removed his distastefully wrinkled pants and boxers. He tossed the clothes into a shoot which took them, conveniently, straight to the laundry room below. Kid pressed a flat black square button on the wall and with a quiet click an ironing board detached itself from the wall. One by one, he ironed every single solitary piece of clothing he was going to wear that day.(2) Even right down to his symmetrical socks with matching tailored seams. Then, very carefully, he put on his predictable outfit for the day and stood in front of his full body mirror straightening the menacing skull clip latched to his collar.
The soothing patter from the shower was cut off and instead was replaced by the sharp shink of the shower curtain moving and the small padding of feet. Liz opened the door, clutching a pristine white towel at her chest that was wrapped around her body.
She bit her lip as she walked slowly into the room, "Uh Kid?"
"Yes Liz?" He replied curtly. With a sigh of relief the Grim Reaper backed away from the mirror satisfied with the clip's placement. Kid looked up at her and instantly wished he didn't.
Liz was clinging a cream white towel to her evenly tanned skin. The towel was dropping a little bit too low and showing off the "valley" between Liz's "mountains", and beads of warm water stuck onto her skin while the steam from the bathroom coursed around her. Her hair hung in a straight and untangled waterfall down her back and when Kid glanced downward he noticed that the towel graciously displayed her long and slender, toned legs. Kid gulped and attempted to tear his eyes away from her, but they seemed to be glued to her figure. He soon forgot why she was even standing there in the first place.
"Kid!" Liz exclaimed a tad bit desperately, stomping her foot on the ground and causing the towel to bounce higher up her thighs. He swallowed and resisted the urge to lick his lips. Liz was his WEAPON, no matter how welcoming the situation he shouldn't put any moves on her. He shook his head, when had this attraction first begun? When did Kid start to become comfortable with the idea of liking Liz? He lifted his face to gaze at her again, and his wondering, pensive eyes met a pair of belligerent, impatient ones.
"Ah! Uh-yes!" Kid swallowed. "Liz, what troubles you?" He appeared genuinely confused and a look of concern fixed itself on his face.
Liz raised her brows expectantly, not realizing that Kid was incapable of taking a hint. Sighing and shifting her weight onto one of her feet, Liz gestured at her attire and gave Kid a stern look. Kid raised his eyebrows mockingly and tried, in vain, to convey that he did not understand what Liz was insinuating.
Liz took a slow, deep, cleansing breath. "CLOTHES, Kid. I need CLOTHES. C-L-O-T-H-E-S! I need MATERIAL to cover my body with so I am not EXPOSED to the world."
Kid's cheeks reddened. He hadn't considered the fact that Liz had only her used pajamas to change into. Stiffly, he grabbed one of his pressed collared shirts and tossed it in Liz's direction without looking at her. He then turned his back to Liz in order to hide the nasty blush creeping up on his cheeks. It was a blessing to Liz that Kid had turned around because when she was desperately reaching for the poorly thrown shirt, she had succeeded in releasing her clutches on the towel simultaneously. Completely exposed to Kid, Liz's face dramatically reddened and she wasted no time in grabbing the towel and shirt and sprinting into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, thinking she had made a clean escape, and Kid - being too polite to ever say anything - would forget about what he had seen in the mirror for the duration of their friendship.
In the bathroom Liz slipped on her black booty shorts that she had worn underneath the short nightgown - so she didn't expose her undergarments. She then slipped Kid's signature white button-up shirt over her head. Liz took a good long look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wet and stringy from the recent shower, her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she was wearing an article of Kid's clothing...it looked as if she and Kid had...no. NO, she wasn't going to think about it like that. She sighed, for the hundredth time since she had entered Kid's bedroom. How did we end up like this? She pondered, still trying to get comfortable with her "unique" appearance.
"Liz!" Kid was pounding at the door in what appeared to be an act of desperation. "My Father is on the phone; come out and say hi! Liz, it's the polite thing to do..."
"Fine, Kid! I'm coming out!"
Liz pushed open the door rather forcefully, causing Kid to stumble slightly and have to regain his balance. Grabbing Liz by the arm, he dragged her over to the corner of his room where his mirror stood and tapped on the glass to answer his Father's call.
"Hiya!" Lord Death greeted the meister and his weapon with his traditional, friendly hello.
"Hello Father," Kid said pleasantly. "I have a certain matter to discuss with you."
"Ah?" Lord Death cocked his head to the side.
"Yes, well you see Liz and I have spent the night together-"
Kid was cut off by his Father's stern words. "Kid, my young boy you are not nearly old enough to be spending the night with a young lady in your quarters." Lord Death said while glancing at Liz for the first time and taking in her provocative outfit. "And Liz! I, well I never expected us to encounter each other under circumstances such as this...I, did you two use protection at least?"
The two children's eyes widened in horror, finally catching up with Lord Death's train of thought. They both began yelling simultaneously at the Shinigami.
"MR. DEATH I PROMISE IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! IT'S JUST WE WERE LOCKED IN AND-"
"FATHER WHAT A HORRIFYING THING THAT YOU HAVE IMAGINED. LIZ AND I? MYSELF AND LIZ? THIS IS A GRIEVOUS ERROR ON MY PART AS THE DOORS HAVE-"
"Silence! Children! Please, quiet! SHUT UP!" Lord Death bellowed word of silence at the children, attempting to get them to calm down. "It is obvious that I have made some sort of error in interpreting the situation at hand. Would one of you care to explain?"
Liz and Kid both started to explain themselves loudly.
"ONE at a time please."
Kid took a deep breath and began to explain their special situation. "Well, you see Liz came to visit me in my room and stayed a bit later than usual and the doors locked on us. Usually this wouldn't be a problem, however when Liz was in the shower I attempted to open the door once again and I was not able to open the door. I am at a loss of what to do now as we have no way to get out of my room."
Lord Death pondered the children's predicament. Ever since the incident when Kid was a mere youngling, he had always placed certain safety precautions on his room around nighttime. The incident had changed their family because Lord Death's power had kept him from doing the one thing that he was required to do as a father: protect his son. He grimaced; he would never be able to forgive himself for what had happened to Kid. Lord Death buried himself in his work and made sure to always keep tabs on the intense security of the house in order to cope with the intense guilt he felt. The guilt he felt every time he looked at Kid's face, every time he looked at the three white stripes on the side of his hair. It was a good thing the children couldn't see his pained expression under his mask. Yes, as long as he cocked his head slightly to the right and made a few pondering sounds here and there, they suspected nothing. While the situation at hand did indeed trouble him, at least Kid was safe and protected from the dangers that surrounded him. He noticed that the children were still staring at him expectantly.
He cleared his throat. "Well, I supposed you'll just have to wait and see if the lock opens by itself!"
"But Sir-"
"Father that isn't-"
"Kid, do you have food?" Lord Death inquired.
"Yes," Kid sighed.
"Do you have a way to provide for yourself and Liz for another few nights?"
"Yes," Kid reluctantly replied.
"Then it seems as if everything is alright!" Lord Death exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Ciao!"
And within a second Lord Death's face flickered from the mirror, leaving the children alone and just as unequipped once again. Kid fell back on the bed in utter defeat, he didn't know how long he could hold out with Liz being so close by.
From the silence arose a small clicking noise from the doorknob as it rattled. Liz clutched the bottom of the borrowed shirt and a panicked look that was only awakened by ghosts flushed into her face. Kid sat up and moved toward the door quite curious as to why the knob moved.
It happened in a few seconds, so fast that neither weapon nor meister could react in time. The door swung open right into Kid's face, knocking him flat on his ass while he clutched his face. The intruder took three large strides inside, giggled and slammed the door shut behind her.
Patti dropped the box she was holding onto the bed and pointed at Liz and Kid with a wide grin on her face.
"Found ya! You guys are really good at hiding." She placed her hands on her hips trying to look serious, but as usual she was unable to and broke into small fits of laughter. Kid gently rubbed his sore face and went to open the door and for once leave the symmetry of his room, but to his surprise the door was just as locked as it was before Patti burst in. He resisted the urge to curse; god forbid if he did Patti would run around screaming it at the top of her lungs. It seemed like ever since he and Liz entered this predicament that Kid began to exercise more of his self-control than usual.
"Patti...What is that?" Liz asked, looking back and forth between her sister and the box, horrified that her worst nightmare had come true.
"I don't know!" The younger sibling replied cheerfully as she grabbed the box and set it on her lap, "It had my name on it so it must be mine!" To prove her point she tilted the box so that her older sister could see the lid where SHARP OBJECTS, KEEP AWAY FROM PATTI was clearly written in bold sharpie. Liz believed this was the first time she had felt what absolute terror was.
"W-where did you find it exactly?" She inquired, her voice wavering.
Patti's shoulders rose gleefully. "I was looking in your room for Mr. Giraffe when we were playing hide 'n seek, and I saw this on the shelf in your closet! Everything in it is SO shiny. So, I figured it was a birthday present that you had forgotten to give me!"
Liz smiled nervously and glanced around the room, trying to make up an excuse for Patti. Distracted as she plotted an explanation, she failed to notice Patti reaching into the box and pulling out an extremely shiny instrument of doom. It was a day to be scorched into their brains for the rest of their lives because...Patti had scissors. It may sound like a trivial object, scissors of all things aren't exactly a blade that one would run screaming from, but in the hands of Liz's younger sister they are feared.
Using two hands she clipped the dangerously sharp instrument together as a wide and eerie smile spread across her face from ear to ear. She remembered last fall when she got her hands onto a similar pair. She also remembered what they were for, scissors are made to cut. It was only when Liz heard the throaty chuckle of Patti's darker form that she realized she was too late.
Kid rubbed his face from where the door was slammed into it, he was almost positive that it would leave a mark. His eyes were blinded a few blurry tears induced by the sting of pain, leaving him completely vulnerable for Patti's attack.
The wild girl pounced on Kid and used the element of surprise to knock him to the floor. Without hesitation she brought the scissors down to his head severing several black locks. Patti slowly dismounted her meister, her eyes glazing over slightly until she giggled, returning to her usual self. She began to wonder where she was and why she had such a sharp and glimmering object in her hand. The young Shinigami bolted to the bathroom in a frightening panic. Kid knew perfectly well what Patti had done, but until he saw it with his own eyes he refused to believe that his hair was taken to a new level of asymmetrical abomination. Once inside the bathroom he nearly pressed his face against the mirror trying to get a good look at the damage. The right side of his hair was visibly shorter than the other. When he noticed this a burning sensation rose from his chest and into his throat as he coughed up blood, which then promptly spattered across the pristine white floor that he had vigorously cleaned only yesterday. The disgusting asymmetry of the floor and his hair was just enough to push him over the edge and into unconsciousness. Kid's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he toppled to the floor into a limp jumble of limbs.
Liz pressed her palm to her forehead as she went over to look inside the bathroom. With these two lunatics she didn't know how much longer she could survive locked in here.
AUTHORS NOTE
(1) Pink Sparrow: And during this point in the story I'm thinking (because I wrote Kid's morning routine), what else does Kid have to do in the morning? Oh...duh...GET DRESSED. ._.
(2) Yes that's right readers. We have an extremely sexy Grim Reaper ironing NAKED. *cue nosebleed now*