Soki story

Never trust a giant ball of helium... or twin pistols

A/N: What am I doing.. oh lord consider yourself warned.

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(Soul POV)

Everyone knows that the sun is a giant ball of inferno billions of miles away, placed just far enough away that little humans don't turn into walking barbeques and close enough that the world isn't a giant ice-pop. For some reason, the sun finds this amusing. All day the only thing the sun does is laugh until it goes to its grave behind the clouds falling asleep. I was glaring up at the sun and it laughed down at me, pathetic really, a giant ball of helium and other various gases and plasmas laughed down at me as if I was worth its time.

Why was the son laughing at me you may ask? Well, as it happens I, Soul "Eater" Evans, have developed a crush on the last person that would ever find interest in an albino vampire scythe. Death The Kidd, the son of the shinigami who would probably trap me in a bag of my own skin if he found out. Of course, I doubt Kidd would date anyone let alone a dude. He seemed either oblivious to such provocative things, or one to not show sexual desires.

I shook my head. It didn't matter anyways, I would probably never even ask him if he had feelings for me as I most likely wasn't good enough for him anyways. A soft sigh escaped my lips and I walked back inside, I had decided to just figure this out later.

-Meanwhile at the Gallows mansion-

(Kid's POV)

The Thomson sisters are wonderful partners, however, they can also be the evilest, self-centred, stupid bi- My thoughts were interrupted by my bedroom door slamming open

"HAHAHAHHA LOOK I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD ACTUALLY DO IT!!! SIS COME LOOK!!" The younger of the two Thomson sisters shouted. "YOU'RE SO GULLIBLE!!"

My face slowly turned a shade of red in embarrassment realizing that Patti was right, I am incredibly gullible. This time, they had left my room in complete shambles, then said that if I made a very special potion, it would go back to being perfectly neat and symmetrical, and would never be ruined again. The cost of making this potion? A full head of hair. Yes, it was true, the glorious grim reaper had on impulse shaved his head for a potion. My eyes watered and I covered my face in shame. In a panic attack, I had believed something as ridiculous as reaper hair had magic properties. A sob left my throat and was followed by full blown tears.

"You stupid street rats! You made me cut my hair! I will never return to my former glory!" I screamed like a child. All I got in response was laughter and the sound of my door closing. Maybe I was overreacting, but I didn't care. I had fallen for a stupid prank and I now looked like a middle-aged man with a baby face.

How could I ever face my father? My classmates? For reaper's sake, how could I face anyone? I wiped my eyes and my sobs stopped. I ran my hand across my head. Perhaps I could find a wig somewhere in the mansion and say it is for cosplay until my hair grows back. Quite frankly, I think that is the only option I have for the time being. I looked at the clumps of my hair on the floor. I could easily sell it on the black market for a fortune, after all, people will pay anything for rare artifacts such as reaper hair. However, I didn't need any money seeing as I am already quite rich. I sighed and cleaned up my mess and started wandering the halls in hopes that I would find a wig to hide my baldness.