Death The Kid Fanfiction

Death The Kid Fanfiction Chapter 1

                  [ MY FIRST STORY! YAY! ]

Chapter 1 : The Tantrum at Shibusen

        It was a stormy evening at Shibusen, and all of the students rushed about the halls. Soon, it would be time to get to bed. Five minutes before school got out each day, the hallways were packed with things like "Excuse me!", "Get outta my way!", or even "Ow! You're stepping on my foot!" from the students running about.

        Death the Kid stood quietly in a forgotten corner, where he wouldn't get trampled, observing everything. A girl he didn't recognize fell face-first onto the cold, hard floor. He smiled, almost laughed, rather, but walked up to her and offered his hand for help.

        "Th-thank you..." the girl said. She looked up at the Shinigami's son. He looked back at her, smiling warmly. "Um... Thanks..." She said again uncomfortably. She hurriedly walked away, and Kid could see her blushing.

        "Shouldn't we be at he mansion already, Kid?" Liz's voice asked from behind.

        "Oh. I just don't want to go back yet. And we have a mission tomorrow."

        "That's even more reason to go home. You'll need as much sleep as you can get. This mission's going to be big." Liz argued.

        "Wait, what is today?" Patty asked randomly. "Is it Wednesday already?"

        "You should know! You're the one with the calendar!" Kid exclaimed irritably.

        "Huh? Oh, yeah! I forgot. Wait..." Patty fished around in her sweatshirt's big pockets blindly. "Ah ha! Here it is!"

        She pulled out a mini-calendar that had the words Death City written on it. Each month had a different picture of their city waiting to be discovered. She flipped around in it.

        "..... It's already May, right?" She asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

        "IT'S SEPTEMBER!" Kid and Liz yelled simultaneously.

        "Huh? Oh. Really? Hm..." She flipped around some more. "It's the five-teenth, a Wednesday!"

        "... You mean the fifteenth...?" Kid asked, although it sounded more like an insult than anything else. Patty didn't notice.

        "Yep! That's what I said, silly!"

        "YAHOO!" Black Star's screech could be recognized anywhere, at any given time. He jumped from the chandelier, causing it to sway dangerously, and landed on his feet.

        "BLACK STAR!" Kid yelled. "DON'T DO THAT! IF ONE SIDE OF THE CHANDELIER SHATTERS, IT'LL BE ASYMMETRICAL!"

        "Aw, who cares about that?! What's important here is me! I'll--"

        "I CARE ABOUT IT! IF IT--"

        "Shut up, you asymmetrical idiot!" Black Star shouted. That caused Kid to stiffen.

        "Now you've done it! What, are you stupid or something?!" Liz yelled at Black Star.

        All Patty had to say was, "Yay! Yay!"

        Suddenly, Kid fell to the floor and started his usual tantrum. Things like, "I'm brainless, asymmetrical garbage!", and "I don't deserve to live! I should just die!" erupted from him.

        "Huh?!" Black Star was startled. He had held witness to many of Kid's melodramatic tantrums, but this was by far the loudest and scariest.

        "Ah... I shouldn't be aliiiiivee!!!" Kid wailed.

        "THEN HURRY UP AND DIE ALREADY, YOU STUPID SHINIGAMI!" Liz screamed. She couldn't stand his horrible paroxysms.

        Black Star patted Kid on the back awkwardly. "Uh, there... there? I... didn't mean it?"

        "Yeah, yeah! That's it!" Patty cheered.

        "What's all this?" Professor Stein asked,attempting to roll out of his room smoothly, but, like always, the stool's wheel caught in the doorway and he went flying.

        "Professor Stein!" Liz called. "This is the problem!" She said, pointing to the still-crying Kid. "I told you he needs a therapist!"

        "Ah. Death, we must get you to a therapist, like Liz says. Right now." Stein said calmly, fixing his glasses. This found Kid's attention.

        "But... But I have a mission tomorrow! First thing in the morning!" He pointed out, sitting up.

        "And? Are you telling me that a silly mission is more important than your mental health?"

        "I'm not insane, you know!"

        "We have to keep your OCD in check! Your outbursts are getting worse, so we have to get you to--"

        "Fine." Kid said abruptly, getting up and dusting himself off. Black Star stared at him from the ground, mouth open.

        "WHAT'S WITH THAT?!" the assassin screamed. "You recovered so quickly! What the heck's wrong with you?!"

        "Nothing. Wait a minute..." Kid narrowed his eyes. "So, I need help, and this joker doesn't?! How does that make sense?! He's always howling about how he stands above the gods and stupid crap like that! Don't you think his over-inflated ego is what needs help?!"

        "He's not our problem." Liz and Patty said concurrently. "You're our problem."

        "Let's gooo!" the professor shouted, hitting the son of the Shinigami on the head with an abnormally hard object. The last thing Kid heard was Liz saying, "What was that for?", and the professor answering, "So he wouldn't struggle." Then, his vision blurred and he slipped into the unconscious world.

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   [Next Chapter : The Therapist; Friend or Foe?]

        Okay, so I've finished Chapter 1! Again, this is my first story on here, so forgive any mistakes, okay? ^^ Keep an eye out for Chapter 2! Comments and Reviews are appreciated! <3