I'm Not Okay ( Death the Kid x Reader )

Sherlock (Clue+Note)

C.S// Edited 150215

Previously on 'Perfect'

"I hate you!" You repeated and started to run down the halls of the DWMA. "I hate every moment I wasted on you! I hate you, Death the Kid!"

But, Kid's back was facing you. You didn't see the tears escaping his eyes. "I hate you more..." He whispered, his voice breaking as he wiped the tears with his sleeves.
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Of course, the you a few months ago wouldn't recognize this person. Messy hair kept up with gel, dark sunken eyes and cheeks, pale lips always having a smirk on them, and clothes consisting mostly of leather, chains, and studs.

"Kid, this is planning with only two of us. Why don't you go and plan with Liz and Patti?" You said coldly as you stared daggers in him. "Aw, don't be like that, babe." He was finally using his deep voice for things that made him much more attractive, but his newfound personality blocked most of his physical attraction nowadays.
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"Kiddo, I'm not finished." He said, anger clearly in his voice. "You need to now back into Death mansion. Liz and Patti are having a round time practicing with you living so far away. And you shouldn't be working, this city is named after me! Your Lord Death's son, your my son, you shouldn't have to have a part-time job in a musty old restaurant."
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"I'll be out by next Friday." You said with a nod of the head. He sighed with a smile on his face. "It's going to be different without you here with me." You returned his sympathetic smile. "I feel the same." You gave him a tight hug, and he kissed your forehead, like always when you cried, and you both separated as you left for your bedrooms.
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Chapter 15 , Season A End -

A Few Days Earlier...

"Honestly..." You mumbled as you looked around your new apartment. Quite small, half of your parents house, though. It's living room was your room, and the kitchen and bedroom/living room had no privacy from each other. You would probably have to save up for a hide-a-bed couch. But, you have to take what you got, for now. The walls were white, which were dirty and had many black marks across them, the previous owners weren't nice to their walls. The kitchen had two sinks, thankfully, and Maka and Soul gave you a fridge for your last birthday that you kept in your room when you lived with Chris.

"Coming through!" Chris warned as he entered the room, your single mattress in his arms. "Ch一Chris! Let me help you!" You stuttered and grabbed the other end, Chris' arms weren't meant for carrying things, like books.

"(Y/N), I can do this myself." He assured, but was struggling. "Shut up, I need you for class tomorrow, baka." You mumbled the last part as you both set down the mattress on the checkered floor.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Okay, productive Saturday. I'll help you unpack一"

"No, you need rest. I've heard you in your room, have you not been able to sleep?" She gave him a look of sadness, yet confusion. "Yes... It's my dad, and Mary." And Maka, he added silently. "They're fine... They won't be like this forever." She shook her head in disbelief. "Just give it some time, it'll work out."

"Have you heard from your parents?"

With that, your mood saddened. You bit your lip until it turned red. "They're okay... I just hope no thugs come and find this place." Chris put his arm around you and gripped your shoulder. "It'll be fine! I'm always here to protect you, no matter what." He gave you a warm, reassuring smile.