You settled into bed, unaware of the danger lurking nearby. You were just about to turn off the lights when Kid jumped through the door, looking positively disgusted.
"They're all asymmetrical." He gasped, diving into your arms. You jumped.
"Kid. Who?" You asked, and he looked up at you, then a spot on your neck. You looked down- or tried to.
"All of them-- and now even you!" He shouted, and you sighed.
"What's wrong?" You asked, and he pointed to a red spot on your neck.
"Oh, yeah. I burned myself with my hair straightener." You said, laughing softly. He grimaced.
"It throws off your symmetry, I think I can fix it though." He said, and you immediately backed away.
"I'm not letting you burn me with my straightener again." You said, and Kid sighed.
"Well, there's three ways. The first two are painful, the third isn't." He said, and you sighed.
"Just- the third. The third one that apparently isn't painful." You said, expecting him to dive for your makeup kit. In
Name (last, first):
Species ( Human, Weapon, etc..,)
Affiliation/s (DMWA, Arachnaphobia, etc...):
Fave. Time of day:
Soul "Eater" Evans:
Death the Kidd:
Elizabeth "Liz" Thompson:
Patricia "Patty" Thompson:
Harvard De Eclaire:
Pot of Fire:
Pot of Thunder:
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre:
(Death The Kid x Reader)
You ran through the hall, laughing wildly with tears streaming out of your eyes. Your classmates ignored you. This wasn’t unusual in the least. You waved as you passed by Maka and Soul.
“Cool hair,” Soul commented.
You winked. “Thanks but apparently Kid doesn’t think so!”
You ducked into the janitor’s closet and listened as someone came rushing by. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggling. After you were sure he was gone, you took a moment to fix your hair. Long on one side, short on the other. You had wanted to do it for a while but had been waiting for just the right moment so that it would freak out your symmetry obsessed bestie at a time when he wasn’t expecting you to pull one of your little stunts. And boy had it worked!
After a few minutes of hiding i
“So immature,” you m
I know, I knooow. I shouldn't be here right now. I shouldn't be eavesdropping on people when they were practicing. It totally isn't cool at all. But I just can't help myself. It's become a habit. A really bad, unshakable habit.
"(Best friend's name), I wanna skip basics today. How do you feel about just practicing soul resonance?"
I shifted my legs crisscross, listening to ____ and her weapon partner and best friend, (best friend's name) decide how they wanted to do practice today.
"If you want to, ____. I don't really mind."
The biggest and most anxious grin appeared on ____'s face and my heart skipped a beat.
Yeah, yeah. Okay, she had a cute smile just now. Whatever. It's like that all the time. Not that I take note.
This was the habit. I was hidden here at the top of the hill nearly everyday that those two had practice. I honestly just couldn't help myself. There was something alluring about ____ that I couldn't decipher. I
"Hey, why so quiet, Gaia?" You asked
"Nothing, I'm just bored" She said
"(Name) ... it's best the two of you stay as quiet as possible. We are hunting a very dangerous target" Kid said
"Sorry ..." You mumbled
"I'll go on ahead. Wait here" He said, venturing further down the street
You had a bad feeling about this ... like ... something was about to go wrong. As if on cue, Kid was blown back and struck the wall closest to you
"Kid!" You cried
He got up. He had a very dark look on his face
"Don't worry about me. We've got company" He said
You readied Gaia and took a deep breath as your ta
[Name] groaned loudly from behind the door of her changing room stall. "This. Is so. Frustrating!" she broke down angrily to her boyfriend who was sat on the waiting bench just outside her stall.
"What's wrong this time?" he asked with a sigh, not at all being surprised that she wasn't satisfied with the article she was trying on.
"It's just so... bleh and ugh," she explained ever so articulately. Kid let out a hum as he nodded his head, as if understanding perfectly what she meant.
"Well why don't you just come out here and let me see it?" he suggested as his stare drifted over the rack of clothes to his left that was filled with things she'd tried on then deemed unworthy of her body. A low tsk was heard as she murmured in response,
"Yeah, just let me step out into the store for the entire world to see my hideousness." A frown now replaced the generally lighthearted expression on the Reapers face. He hated when [Name] used such ha
A Lesson Well Learned
I love DWMA. It' so much fun. I love talking to Maka about the books we read. I enjoy listening to Black*Star talk about how he will surpass God and how great he is. I poke fun at Kid a lot. Its really funny to see the way he reacts on anything asymmetrical. I draw giraffes with Patty. I like having small talk with Crona.
All these things are great, but they don't help this one thing. The thing I hate the most, well more like the person I hate the most. Professor Stein. He so creepy. I can't deny I'm intimidated by his vast skills, but still. What kind of person enjoys dissecting anything that moves and breathes?! I deal with it every day, though.
I rolled into class in my chair. As riding it, I hit a bump and fell of my chair. The whole class laughs. I stand up and smile "Morning class."
I got back onto my chair and rode around the class. Maka raised her hand "Dr. Stein, what are we going to learn today?"
Walking along the abandoned snow-covered road, you found yourself lost. Again.
'Must be somewhere in the Northern states of the USA...' you thought to yourself, sighing, your breath fogging up the air surrounding your head. 'No... must be Canada.' You shivered; wherever you were, it was cold. The frigid wind whipped around your being, making you shiver to your core.
Every now and then, a truck would pass by, and no matter how hard you tried to get their attention, they would just speed along as if you weren't even there.
'What I wouldn't give to be back home with my sisters.' You remembered your decent life prior to your most recent fight with your oldest sister.
Before you could become lost in assessing your life, something snapped you out of your daze. A blurry figure appeared just up ahead through the snowstorm, and as it approached, the silhouette became more defined.
It was a lone person, which seemed to be...
'No,' you thought, shaking your head, 'I must be hallucinatin
This was how it always was. From the day you had met him you and Death The Kid had developed a relationship that made you ‘frenemies’. You didn’t hate him; you were just extremely strong rivals. With each day came the walk along the DWMA corridor that made you pass him, and each time you passed him you would exchange insults, they didn't hurt, not at all, no, they inspired you, they made you want to prove to him you weren't what those remarks described.
You made your way down the corridor, looking for that flash of black hair that came waltzing your way… but it never did. You stopped in your tracks and looked around, there was no one at all. Suddenly, you heard footsteps; your heart began to race as yo
Kid spelled trouble for you, as well for him because the K wasn’t symmetrical, and you would have been better off if you had never of met him. But life doesn’t always go as one wants it to go, and you had no way of knowing he was a complete psychopath when he was first introduced to you as child. He was nice and cute and very much the respectable young heir to Lord Death, groomed for the high class life.
He was absolutely adorable.
Until he opened h
Even though Lord Death wore a mask, Kid was sure that he was grinning. Lord Death waved his huge white hands about then gently patted Kid on the head. "That's my son, now go ahead to class and don't be late," cheered Kid's father. Kid turned away from his father. "Liz Patty, let's go," Kid told his weapons and headed down the steps.