KID THE DEATH (In Love With A Grim Reaper) [BOOK TWO]

My Climb To Hell

"What are you doing here?" The red head asked.
" I-" I snuffled before he held his hand out
I hesitantly took it, as he pulled me off the ground. God, who knew that Spirit could be strong. He placed his two hands on each of my shoulders, and gave me a serious look.
" This must be so hard for you. I completely understand what your going through. Look, I'll take you to Lord Death. He needs to speak with you."
And with that, we began our long trip to the academy.

It was a long chilly walk back to the academy spent in silence. I glanced an occasional look at Spirit but his eyes were downcast looking just ahead of him, almost planning his next footstep placement. My mind was reeling! What was I thinking? Can I face Lord Death? What if he blames me? After all I kind of was the reason Kid was killed, although the blame should really be squarely on the shoulders of Mysti and not me, but.... lets face it, I blame myself!
After what feels like an eternity, we make it to the final set of stares. As my legs begin to grow weak, I stop for a moment. clutching the railing firmly, as if it was the only thing stopping me from falling backwards. It's been a while since I've climbed these steps. And judging by the state I'm in, to long.

Spirit looks back at my pathetic state, letting out a slight chuckle under his breath.
" It's been a while hasn't it." His voice deeper than my soon to be drama with Lord Death.
" Yeah. I guess it has." I manage to say as I pant lightly.
I look up at the sun, only to see it laughing back at me.
"ughhh. Shut up you annoying piece of work!" I mumble.
Only then, does spirit turn to me with hurt in his eyes, as if he had changed from a grown man, to a five year old at the click of a finger.
"What??" He pouts.
Oh crap.
" Oh, no no no no no! I wasn't talking to you. I was cursing the sun."
Only then does he drop to the ground hugging his knees with his face buried into the fabric of his trousers.
Heck. Did I legit just make a grown man cry??
He clears his nose with a sniffle, before  letting out sobs.
Geez. You wouldn't think that he would get this upset for something as small as 'shut up'. Touchy guy.

I crouch down beside him, and place my hand on his shoulder. God this man reminds me of kid.

"Spirit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"MAKAAAAAAAA" he practically screams nearly throwing me backwards down the long drop of stares.

Oh god here go again.

Maka's P.O.V
Soul, which pasta do you want for dinner tonight? Shells, or Spaghetti?
"Shel-"
"MAKAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Oh god! Dad!!! SHUT THE HELL UP!