CorruptedMoon

Kid gasped and whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes shut and shivering faintly. Soul KNEW that was one of his weak spots!

Kid blushed deeply, but his smile widened slightly as he felt his heart swell at his words. "Thank you..."

"Thank you." Kid murmured with a slightly shy smile. 'I still can't believe I was so worried the first time he found out... We've been through stranger things.'

Kid laughed softly, though he was blushing faintly himself, "You're just not used to it."

Kid turned to face Soul, smiling, "Oh, hello Soul. You're back early." He said, trying not to laugh at his boyfriend's expression.

Kid returned the kiss softly, wrapping his arms around his neck. Life simply couldn't get better. --- 'It's been awhile since I've done this...' Kid thought to himself as he lightly straightened his skirt. ...yes, you read that right, I said skirt. Our beloved OCD teen is a crossdresser. Kid lightly played with his bangs, making a face, "...Forever asymmetrical." He muttered in distaste. Shaking his head, he brushed his outfit off and examined himself in the full length mirror. He was wearing a black knee-length skirt with a white blouse and a black jacket over it. Transparent gray nylons clung to his legs and he was refreshing himself on how to stay balanced in the black heels he had on. 'Heh, I can imagine Soul's reaction.' He smiled, covering his mouth with a freshly nail-painted hand.

Kid shivered faintly, blushing slightly as he looked up at him, "I love you and I'm glad your my partner. I couldn't ask for anyone better."

Kid smiled faintly, leaning into the touches, "...hey Soul?"

Kid sighed softly, resting his forehead against Soul's back. It had been an awkward and tiring day. He just wanted to see the so-called legendary weapon. It was perfectly symmetrical, sure, but far too annoying. Besides, he already had a good partner.

Kid made a soft noise of agreement, sighing quietly.

" Nauseating..." Kid mumbled, burying his face in Soul's hair. The fairy before came up to them and smiled in a slightly sympathetic way, "So, did you meet Excalibur?" One look at their expressions told her all she needed to know as they walked on without a word. "Yep, seems like it..."

"You disgust me!" The OCD teen told the sword quite simply. He walked back over to Soul and took his hand, "Let's go home..." He murmured.

*And now, it shall be yours-- victory and glory! * came Excalibur's voice as the sword floated down. Kid didn't seem to notice Soul's aggravation as he reached out, but there was a mischievous gleam in his eye, "Victory and glory?" He murmured. Turning to look at Soul, he smiled and winked before turning his attention back to the other weapon as it spoke again, *Now let's go! Together!* And suddenly another glow filled the air, this one seemingly forming the shape of wings.

"I don't give autographs." The weapon said simply. Without waiting for any kind of response, he suddenly handed Kid of stack of papers. "In order to become my meister, there are 1000 provisions that I would like you to observe. Be sure to look through all of them." Kid schooled his expression into a blank one as he silently read the first page before turning it, "Even the backs are filled with writing." He murmured. "I would greatly like you to participate with me in number 452, the five-hour recitation party. And now...You have been chosen!" Excalibur struck a pose before starting to glow brightly again. A wind came out of nowhere and scattered the papers Kid was holding, not that he really cared.

"Calm down, Soul. Don't let him trip you up." Kid murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. He glanced at the book, "So strange... he's different than what the book says."

Kid sighed softly while Excalibur spoke again, in a slightly condescending tone, "Hmm, this is why I can't abide hayseeds."

"I know that it is a silk hat." Kid pointed out. " Fools! If you don't know, then I will tell you. The taller a chef's hat is, the greater he is." The weapon explained, not that it made things any clearer. " So what you're trying to say is, you're great--" Once again Kid was cut off. "Fool! Whoever said I was a chef?!"

"Fool!" Excalibur exclaimed, "In the evening, I change into my pajamas, of course!" Kid blinked, utterly confused, "It's completely irrelevant to the legend. What's more, pajamas--" "Fools! Do you know what this hat is?" Excalibur demanded. Kid looked a little annoyed from being interrupted, but the emotion went back to confusion at the question.

"My legend begins in the 12th century." Excalibur continued as if he had never heard Soul, "My mornings begin with a cup of coffee. My afternoons begin with afternoon tea. And my evenings--"

"Fools! You have no right to choose! My legend begins in the 12th century." Excalibur exclaimed. Kid deadpanned, 'Then why did you ask?' he wondered at the cane was now shoved in his face. " Do you want to hear my legend?" The weapon asked him. Kid flinched slightly, "Erm..."

As if he hadn't listened at all, which was probably the case, the creature asked another question, " What's your favorite number between one and twelve?" "Eight." Kid answered immediately, "It's perfectly symmetrical." Typical Kid.

Kid gave his partner a warning glance, lightly pushing the cane away as Excalibur spoke again, "Where have you come from?"

Kid lightly jabbed Soul in the side, "No." He said in a reprimanding tone. "What's he planning to show us?" He mused. Soon Excalibur turned around and he was pointing his cane at Soul again, "Do you want to hear my legend?" he asked, not bothering to wait for a proper response. "Do you want to hear the heroic tale?"

As if none of that occurred, Excalibur began speaking again, "My legend begins in the 12th century. From the looks of you, you must be a meister and his weapon, right? Where are you from?!" He demanded, this time pointing his cane at Kid who didn't even blink, "We're from Shibusen-" whatever else he was going to say was cut off by the weapon, "I know. Let me show you something." He turned around and started walking.

"Soul! Calm down, please!" Kid pleaded with his partner. They really didn't need a fight here.