Sollux Captor

Soul looked over, as he gave a fanged smile. "Kid, it's good to see you." He was able to slip the gift he had into his pocket before he went over, and brought Kid into his arms, snuggling him.

Patty had a big smile on her face, yay, Kid was feeling a little better. Sadly, it would be a while after Kid left to go check on Soul that they would remember the injured Black*Star lying on the floor. ---- "Thanks to the medicene you took and the sleep, other than a little pressure around your heart from the sudden loss of blood, you should be okay. Just make sure to take it easy." Soul nodded as he was given those instructions by the nurse from Professor Stein, as he was sitting on the bed, seeming to be clutching something in his hand... since he wasn't going to be released for another hour, he had asked Shinigami-sama to pick up something that he wanted to give to Kid when he came to visit him before taking him home.

"No problem. You're our friend, we'll always be there to give you some help." Liz offered a little smile to him, seeming glad that the reaper boy had cheered up a bit.

"Why don't you bring him some of the snacks when you go to visit him? Good food and someone you love is important in recovery." Tsubaki smiled, and gently held his hand, seeing the tears had finally began to clear up from the other's eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that Soul got hurt..." Tsubaki cuddled the boy. "I guess it's only natural for you to be upset about it all." Liz was gently petting his head. "You love him, right?" Patty chiped in, having her arms resting around his shoulders.

The noises of fighting seemed to stop, as Liz and Patty looked over, hearing something about Soul having gotten hurt and Kid was broken up over it. "Aww, Kid..." Liz mused, as they dropped the beaten Black*Star and hurried over, the two sisters beginning a group hug for the crying death god.

"I guess Soul is the reason you're so upset... is he okay?" Tsubaki gently asked, rubbing his back to soothe him a little, hating to see the younger cry. These two were in their own little world, so the sounds of the girls beating the living tar out of Black*Star were fazed out.

Tsubaki felt her eyes widen... that was the reason she found Kid crying like that? "O-Oh, Kid, I'm sorry, please don't cry..." She reached out, her efforts in vain as she heard the small sobbing, as she lightly held his shoulders. The moment that happened, flames seemed to surround Liz, Patty, and Maka, their eyes gleaming dangerously. "Black*Star...!" "You made Kid cry!"

Patty leaned over so she was close to Kid. "Hey, are you doing alright, Kid?" "Yeah, you've been pretty quiet."

--- "Mmm, delicious. Your cooking just seems to get better each time, Tsubaki." Liz smiled, enjoying the salmon origiri that she had made. "Hehe, aww, thanks. It helps to try and cook when Black*Star gets himself so hungry from all his training." Patty had attacked the snacks, having little streaks of strawberry and chocolate on her face.

Patty reached out, and pulled Kid rather quickly into the house, steering him to the living room. "Come on come on! We'll make sure you have fun!" Liz sweatdropped. "Patty..." Tsubaki giggled a little at the sight, as she came in, having the snacks and dishes for her and the others.

---- "I'll get it." Liz called out to her meister, who was setting up the plates and drinks for the party. She opened the door, finding Tsubaki and Death the Kid at the door. "Hey, Kid, I haven't seen you in a while. Good to see ya." Patty leaned against her sister, as a big smile appeared. "It's Kid!" Tsubaki smiled, and gently rested her hand on his shoulder. "I found him on the way over. I thought him joining us would cheer him up."

"Don't be silly, it's a party we're having after all, the more the merrier." She reached out, and gently held Kid's hand. "You're more than welcome to come."

"Will you be okay? If you want, you could come with me. I'm sure Maka wouldn't mind, maybe the company will help."

Tsubaki could see he was going to start crying again, as she reached into her bag, and offered a small treat to Kid. "Here. I made some strawberry swiss rolls. Please, have one."

"I'm on my way to Maka's place to help her set up a party, I was placed in charge of preparing the food." She gently squeezed the said bag of dishes she had prepared, as she offered a little smile to the boy. "You looked so sad curled up there, I wanted to try and see if I could help."

Tsubaki looked a bit worried... she hadn't seen someone cry like this since Black*Star and she returned from their mission to retrieve the demon blade... also known as her big brother. Being the gentle thing she was, leaving someone alone when they were obvious upset wasn't something she could allow. She walked over, and gently laid a hand on the boy's head, feeling a shudder go through him when he realized someone was there.

Shinigami-sama watched as his boy headed out of the room without turning his head to look at him. Seeing his weapon and love torn up like that probably ripped at his heart a bit... Everything is going to be alright, Kiddo... even if you don't think so now... ---- Tsubaki was heading off towards Maka's house, since there was going to be a party at the blonde's house, and she volunteered to make the food. She heard the sound of sniffles, as she looked over, seeing the boy she met before, Death the Kid sitting alone in the park.

"Alright..." He stayed still as Kid brought their lips together, making him murr gently at the warmth, as he gently squeezed the other's hand, as their lips parted. "Kid... I love... you..." He whispered softly with the older male close to him, before his eyes slipped close, going to sleep like the doctors and Kid had told him to.

Soul reached out slowly, feeling warm as Kid's hands squeezed against his own. "Don't cry, Kid... it's not your fault... I would probably be where you are now... if I hadn't gotten in the way of the sword's attack..." I can handle the pain like this... but I couldn't handle seeing it happen to Kid... it replayed so many times in my mind in that instant... I couldn't let it happen...

Stein kept the door open for him, as Kid went inside, seeing Soul had been placed in a different bed, since the other was stained with a scarlet liquid, a IV attatched to his arm to keep his bloodflow stable until his inner wounds had healed. He glanced over at him, finding Kid was standing by the bedside. "Kid... I'm... glad your okay..."

After what seemed like forever, the screaming had finally died down, leaving the room quiet, aside from Kid's small sobs. Stein came out after a moment, cleaning the blood off his face and hands. "How is he?" "We're trying to get him to rest... he said he would after he got to see Kid."

---- "Keep him still. If I don't stitch him up now, the bleeding is going to start all over again." A couple of the academy's nurses were holding Soul down, as Franken Stein was working on stitching the scythe boy up. He had barely managed to get the back stitched up while in the midst of his screams of pain, and now he had to hear that cry once more, blood staining his pale face as they were doing their best to keep him restrained long enough for a identical set of stitches to be placed on his chest. Shinigami-sama was by poor Kid's side, who was clutching onto him, not able to watch this as it happened, shivering felt as Soul's screams were heard.

And things were just getting worse... Chrona finally landed behind them. "Maybe I can help you understand..." He suddenly gripped the handle of the blade, and instead of pulling it out, he dragged it downwards, causing the slash through Soul's body to spread further, causing blood to gush from his mouth, small drips of it falling down against Kid's face, before the sword was pulled out, leaving the scythe to hit the ground dully. "Good luck... reaper boy..." Even then, Crona's voice sounded dull, as his wings pulled him further into the sky before he took off, leaving Kid to try and keep his partner consious.

Soul was hovering over Kid's body, his body seeming to have small convulses since the demon sword was present through his chest. Blood was pooling through his orange shirt, which hand been ripped through, the point of the sword present through his flesh. Blood was dripping down his mouth, as he barely managed to open one of his red eyes. "K...Kid..."