sinister one-shots

Soul x Kid (Soul Eater)

oops it's been a while hasn't it..? :o)
but im updating again 
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     It was a pretty normal Saturday today. No work, nothing to freak out about, calmness. Except for a certain black (and white — but we don't talk about that) haired boy who was currently fussing over himself in his perfectly symmetric mirror. Kid had not been able to calm down for a while now, ever since that — Tuesday. The Tuesday that he realized why he was acting different around Soul. He didn't know what it was about him, but he absolutely ended up falling head over heels with the Scythe. He freaked out when he realized, and still hadn't calmed down. He hadn't exactly kept up with anything outside of his own living space after that, and he was sure his friends were worrying — hopefully. Maybe they never actually liked me and are relieved I'm gone. What if they're all having a party because the OCD freak is gone? What if Soul is having the time of his life without me? He probably doesn't even like me. He can probably tell I like him though. I'm painfully obvious, aren't I? So painfully obvious it's painful to look at myself, God dammit. He'll never like me. He has a thing for Maka, doesn't he? Probably. I'm nothing compared to Maka in his eyes, most likely. He pro- Okay we are now snapping out of this shinigami's thoughts and instead to his actions. 

     During his overly-long inner worry rant, he chewed through the flesh of his bottom lip, causing it to puff up and bleed. When he finally came to himself, blood had trickled down his chin. He flinched, realizing the pain, and immediately let his lip free. He reached over to the tissue box — the one on the left hand, as the last tissue he had gotten was from the right one —  dabbed it at his lip and wiped the blood off his chin. He pouted, knowing he would have a bruised lip for a while after that. He tossed the tissue into the trash and went on to get some proper clothes on. Even though he holed himself up in his house, he wouldn't walk around in his pjs. That's not acceptable for him. He still slipped on a comfortable pair of clothes, and slunk to his kitchen in his — now common — dejected manner. He dragged the phone out of his pocket when it vibrated and looked at the caller. He nearly freaked out and dropped the phone when it was Soul's number flashing. 

     Eeh- What do I do? I don't wanna talk to him, but- I don't want him thinking I'm ignoring him... Kid went to gnaw on his lip again, but quickly retreated back when it stung. He decided to just answer the phone, and hoped to make the impression he's totally okay.

     "Ehh- Hello- Er- Fuck!" He whisper-cursed and mentally killed himself. Because kicking himself was not enough for that screw-up.

     "Well, nice welcome, but let's cut the chase. What the fuck is up with you?" Soul was very blunt on the other end, and it made Kid shuffle on his feet awkwardly.

     "Wha-What do you mean, by er- that?" You're such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot. Just talk normally. You're a shinigami for death's sake! 

      "That. You're stuttering first off, and you haven't been answering the door for anyone, but when they call you don't give them a reason. You know what- nevermind. I'm coming over, and if you don't open that door when I show up, I will break through your window, Death the Kid, and ruin your symmetrical everything." And he hung up before the shinigami could even respond. Kid slowly set the phone down on the counter and attempted to stop himself from shaking. He really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially not Soul. He was still trying to get his shit together as it was. He continued to get some lunch — he overslept way late — but dropped more than a few things in the process. Soon after he sat down at the island with food, the doorbell rang out and a few harsh knocks followed. Kid swallowed hard, and managed to stand up and push his chair in perfectly symmetrical. He slid his plate just a centimeter to the side and walked to his door. He sighed and opened the door.