Madness [soul eater fanfic(yaoi)]

Hi! This is my first fanfic ever! And as the title says it involves some yaoi...soooooo if you dont like, dont read. This fanfic is suposed to be BASED ON THE MANGA, NOT THE ANIME. Enjoy!

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In this world, a world filed with hate, despair and madness, it can be hard to hold onto your sanity. A endless struggle. When you think it is possible to hold on to it without fighting, you get pulled back to reality. Madness is pulling from every direction, and little by little the thread of sanity that you had becomes thinner. You fight back, try to find a way. A way to brake lose from the madness.

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~Death the kid's POV~

I walked the empty halls of DWMA. It had been a month since the battle with the Kishin, and I was the only one that wasn't acting "normal". Liz and Patty were always asking me if i was okay. I never answered them. I just locked myself in my room, never leting anyone inn.

Every fotstep I took echoed through the halls. Nobody was in the school exept for me, and it was srangely comforting. Nobody there to be worried, scared or discusted of me. All alone. Like I wanted to be.

 What am I thinking? A lot of things might have hapened, but that is no excuse for how I have been acting lately! My hands turned into fists. Why was I turning into a coward!? What was I running from?!

On the outside it just semed like I wasn't dealing well with my fathers death, or the fact that Asura was my brother, but on the inside there was a lot more going on. The rest of the world had almost turned back to normal, and everyone thought that the madness was long gone.

"Why?" My voice was almost a wisper. It sounded weak. My eye twitched. Not that you would notice becuse of the mask I was wearing. "Why?" I asked a little bit louder. My voice echoed through the halls. 

"Why, why, why, why, WHY!?" I raised my fist, smashing it into the wall. I gasped. As I had smashed my fist into the wall I had sensed a soul entering the building. Not only that, but the soul was coming towards me at a rapid speed.

My hart-beat increased. I wanted to run. Run away from whoever it was that had entered the building. What the hell? Why am I so worried? Its obviously somebody that either forgot something, or somebody that wants to start going to DWMA.

I tried to calm myself down, and it took extreme willpower to not run down the corridor, out the gate and continue towards the forest.

There were footsteps heard down the corridor. Whoever it was sounded like they were running. The footsteps became louder. Out of nowhere the footsteps stooped, and I could sense a pair of eyes staring into the back of my skull.

"Uh, do you know were the death room is? I need to talk to...uh...Shinigami." The figure behind me said. I turned towards him, frowning under my mask that was almost identical to the one that father used to have.

Who would want to talk to me at this hour? Its almost midnight, for crying out loud! And whats up with me suddenly being "shinigami" now?! I might have taken over my father's role, but does that really mean that I am going to be called by his name now? Why won't anyone understand!

He gasped. For some reason it annoyed me. "What?" My voice was obviously irritated. The boy, he seemed to be either 14 or 15, had hair that went down to the ground. It  was so beautiful. Crimson, with stripes of silver. He wore a black long coat, and dark red pants.  A necklace hung around his neck, eight skulls attached. And his eyes. Oh, such marvelous eyes. Almost black, with a contrasting tint of silver. So beautiful. Even though you could only see one of them.