Forced Love (death the kid x reader)

forced love. 4

Thunder cracked in the dark night sky, sending twisted lines of lightning to be cast over Death City. You were up in bed, your back against the cold wood of your bed-post and crying into a pillow. You struggled to hold in your cries as Ezra was still in the sitting room, on the phone with Maka.

You took him to Soul a few hours ago and helped him home, tending to his wounds. He wasn't seriously hurt but still in some pain. Through it all, he didn't blame Kid. "I don't know why but that didn't feel like him. No hard feelings, but if he wanted a fight he coulda just asked." Soul had said.

You smiled numbly at his attitude, glad he wasn't too affected.

"That idiot's gonna get a whooping back though when I see him, just to make things even."

You obsessively pondered the first line. Cool guy act aside, Soul was right. This just wasn't Kid.

You were thankful he wasn't too injured and wasn't going to hold it personally- but you were.

When you and Ezra got home, he set you to bed and immediately got to cooking. He obviously was not good with those kind of things but he knew when you needed your quietness, trusting you would tell him the full story when you were ready.

"What is this feeling?" You mumbled to yourself, "I want him here with me, almost. To give me a rational answer. But, that's not Kid anymore!" You shake your head and let more clear tears fall down your cheeks. Your feelings wash over you, and you feel tired.

"I want my bestfriend back," You whimpered.

You stood up, making your way to the bathroom. You stripped and entered the already ready bath, thanks to Ezra, the water was hot enough for you to handle and created a soothing feeling which spread through your body rapidly. The water lapped around your chest and your head lay against the head-rest,

"What is he doing to me?" Memories swarmed. The first time you rode his board with him, slumber parties with Liz and Pattie, endless chat in classes, when he told you how much stress he was under being Lord Death's son...

"I don't want to be with him.." You trailed off, knowing you were lying to yourself. You massaged your temples, "I'm just not ready! And he's so crazy right now. And scary."

You wrapped a towel around your body and drained the water before joining Ezra downstairs to eat.

"Feeling a bit better?" He asked, handing you a knife and fork. The food smelled great. You picked at a piece of chicken before fully succumbing to the irresistible taste of comfort food.

You nodded in reply, stuffing your face.

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The crunch of snow made Kid cringe as he walked down the dark path to his home.

(Y/N).

You were in his head again. You were like an important part of him, like it was vital you were on his mind all day. Your loving smile, your face, your personality, your everything.

"I'm an idiot," He shook his head and straightened his gloves.

Kid's golden eyes dilated back and forth, 'She needs to be mine- but she isn't coming to her senses just yet.' He thought. The young reaper opened his door and perched on his couch."

"Maybe I'm being too sudden? I don't know..I'm reaper scum. Not good enough." Kid walked upstairs and got ready for bed. Your face stuck in his head as he thought about your face when you realised he'd had hurt Soul.

Scared, brows furrowed in confusion, her worry for his condition and fear of you.

A strange lick of excitement coursed through him.

No sound was heard from either of the sisters' rooms and Kid knew they probably heard about his scrape with Soul now. Kid couldn't comprehend what had gotten into him to actually attack his friend; he remembered how the scythe groaned when struck on the back of the head and his dumbfounded groans when he realised it was him pummelling.

Every kick was drawn out, purposeful. The blood that looked on the snow was the answer to his mind's state. It was pacifying.

His mind was crowded with you again and he now hated it, your voice rang through the room.

"No Kid. I don't want anything to break our friendship."

"This is what we'd do if we were a couple! Fight."

"Symmetrical?"

"Shut up!" He yelled angrily, slamming his fists into a near-by pillow, "Shut up, dammit." He felt like hitting himself, "For Christ's sake! This is (Y/N) here, the girl you've known since you were young- what's so different about her now?"

"Nothing Kid! You just like me!"

"No, only as a friend and nothing else now. You see she doesn't like me."

"Really? You're giving up already?"

"No, I'm-"

"Make it happen, Kid."

"Force her to..."

"Exactly."

And silence rang through the room.