Crying For You

[Sollux Captor]

Thanks to the influence of my old friend, CrimsonWings, I have gotten myself addicted to the series of Soul Eater, if you couldn't tell from the rps that me and her have done in the Official RP section. I haven't written in a while, and I got the inspiration after reading from the manga chapters, and how my favorite Death scythe in the series, Justin Law is brought into madness and betrays Shibusen and Shinigami-sama, and a being known as Noah has Justin working with him, and Kid is kidnapped by them, and tortured by them. I am also a big fan of the Justin x Kid pairing, and this story soon came into my head after remember clips of what happened in a dream I had just the other night. I finished it all in one day, and I'm hoping you all come to enjoy it.

 

[warning=Warning to all]This story does have yaoi/shonen-ai, which is romance or attraction of two boys.

 

It is slight an alternate story to what really happens, because I wanted Justin to return to Kid's side, I'm not following completely with the manga, so it's fair I warn you now.[/warning]

 

Other than that, please enjoy.

 

Crying For You

 

 

Everything hurt...

 

That was pretty much the few thoughts that were running through Death the Kid's head after going through yet another one of the tortures that Gopher would put him through whenever he did something that would obviously upset Noah.

 

He didn't even want to open his eyes since the little jerk that did this to him put a mirror right in front of him cause during his torture, he had ripped up only one side of his outfit and drawn on one half of his face. If he opened his eyes, he would only break into tears, and feel like he was disgusing asymmetrical garbage. He couldn't really even move since his arms had been bound onto the ceiling.

 

A sudden noise of something being wheeled away caught his attention, as he slowly opened his eyes, only to find a familiar blonde in front of him, Justin Law. It seems he had been the one who knocked the mirror out of the way so Kid's reflection wasn't visible anymore.

 

Kid's eyes were narrowed into a dangerous glare, blood dripping down his lip. He was not happy in the slightest to see him... since he was a Death Scythe that had been tainted by madness... changing from serving Shinigami-sama to killing and working from the Kishin.

 

Justin reached out, and removed the headphones that he had been wearing, as his pale blue eyes staring with a sad look in his eyes.

 

"Are you alright? I heard your screams when Gopher was messing with your symmetry."

"Shut up! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Kid..."

"Stay away from me! You traitor! You murderer! You liar!"

"Kid, be--- liar...?" Justin seemed confused by the last one alone.

 

Poor Kid bowed his head, as tears seemed to gather in his golden eyes which he had forced himself to close.

 

"You bastard! I can't believe I trusted you!"

"Kid, you're confusing me a little... and please stop yelling, someone will hear you..."

The shinigami completely ignored his pleas, "I hate you! I can't believe I thought you were telling the truth! I believed you when you said you loved me!"

"Kid, please, be quiet..."

"I hate you, Justin! You stupid guillotine! I hate you so much!"

 

Justin finally lashed out, and slapped his hand over Kid's mouth, muffling whatever yells he was giving out now, as he felt the warm tears dripping against his skin.

 

"Kid, I know you're angry at me, but please stop yelling... if Gopher or Noah wake up, they will be mad, and now they both know about your weakness to anything asymmetrical... do you want more of your outfit ripped only on one side...? Or more of your face to be drawn on...?"

 

The white striped black hair finally let himself stop yelling against the other's hand, though the tears were still fresh in his eyes.

 

"Will you stay quiet long enough for me to fix up your outfit and clean your face?"

 

Kid seemed to give up after a moment, as he gently nodded to the question that had been given to him. The blonde carefully brought his hand away from the other's mouth, as he went over to the small sink in the corner, and picked up a small metal bowl filled with warm water, as well as the small sewing kit. He pulled a stool over, and set the stuff down.

 

"Now hold still... I don't wanna get you in the eye."

 

Justin offered a small smile, trying to help the shinigami calm down a little after having to deal with Gopher's anger issues for a long amount of time, as he gently held the other's chin, and began to clean the marker off his face, watching as the warm water was making the dark lines disappear. Kid tilted his head up so the blonde had better access to the strange pattern that had tainted his pale skin, but he couldn't help but feel his cheeks becoming rather flushed at the sensation of having Justin close to him, touching him... trying to help him... like he had done before... why? Why had Justin left them to join the Kishin? Why couldn't he have stayed with him? If he hadn't been reassigned like his father wanted... maybe... maybe Justin could have become his weapon, and he wouldn't have struggled so hard to find another that was perfectly symmetrical and fit his soul's wavelength. If he had spoke up... Justin wouldn't have left, and this wouldn't have happened.

 

"Alright, your face is all clean now. Now I just have to fix up your outfit." Justin seemed pleased, as he reached for the sewing kit.

"...Stop it."

That surprised Justin, as he looked up at him. "...Kid...?"

"Stop being so nice to me... how can you even be letting yourself do this? After you killed Joe?"

Justin seemed a flinch a little as that was brought. "Kid, we shouldn't talk about this now."

"Why not?! I don't understand you right now! You were better than this before! What changed?! What caused you to kill people that were once your friends!"

"Kid... please stop..." Justin tried to get him to stop... a familiar urge was hitting him, and he didn't want to let it out...

Kid hadn't let up at all, "Why won't you just tell me the truth!? It's disgusting!"

 

Oh, that did it. Justin's eyes suddenly went completely steel like, as his scared look turned into one of that of pure rage, as he reached out, and gripped at Kid's neck, silencing him. A audiable gasp escaped from the boy, a wince of pain visible on his face. He barely managed to open one eye, as he looked at the blonde's face, his eyes seeming dialated, a strange red gleam now tainting the orbs that were once the color of the calm sky above.

 

"J...Justin...!"

"You shut up..." The voice seemed to speak, though it didn't even sound like the blonde's anymore.

 

That caused him to tighten the squeeze he had around his throat, causing a pained cry to be muffled, as a cruel smirk appeared on his lips.

 

"You have a lot of guts to talk to me like that... especially after I went through all the trouble of cleaning your dirty little face... I could remedy that..."

 

He released his grip on Kid's neck, before the smaller male flinched, finding one of the blades on Justin's arms appear, and was being pressed to his throat.

 

"You may be a shinigami, my little Kid, but even you won't last long if your head is lopped off your shoulders..." The discorded voice hissed... that wasn't Justin talking to him...

"J...Jus...tin..." Kid whimpered, obviously closing his eyes in fear, as he felt the blade being pressed too far, a thin line of blood dripping down his throat.

 

The smaller felt the blade being brought away for a moment, which he couldn't only assume was being prepared for the final strike that would end it for him right there.

 

It never came...

 

What he was greeted with was a sudden scream of pain as he opened his eyes in shock as he found Justin had backed away from him, clutching his head, black red sparks seeming to coming off his body from a struggle that was going on inside of him.

"J...Justin...?" He weakily spoke... what happened?

"Stop it! Stop it! I don't want to kill again!" The blonde screamed at something, the blades on his body seeming to react to the conflict as they were contracting and reappearing in a fit of dominance of what it was supposed to be doing.

"Justin, what's going on? What are you doing...!" Kid tried to speak up, though his throat hurt now. Who was he yelling at?

"I won't let you kill him! Stop it!"

 

Kid couldn't do anything to help him at the moment, he was still bound by the wraps around his arms to the ceiling. All he could do was wait and hope that Justin would be okay. That thought alone... it was causing tears to appear in his eyes.

"Justin, stop it... you're scarying me..."

 

The tremors that seemed to be going through the blonde at the moment finally seemed to calm down, as the blades quickly disappeared once again, as he quickly looked back at Kid, noticing the trail of blood on his neck.

"Kid, I... I'm so sorry... I-I'll fix it right now..."

 

Kid looked almost completely shocked as Justin came back over, and began to clean away the blood on the wound that he himself had put there. What happened to him? Why was he screaming like that? He was feeling relieved that Justin wasn't screaming anymore... or have that scary steel like look in his eyes. The blonde slowly looked up at him, now having laid a bandage around his neck once he had cleaned the blood off his skin. The look in his eyes was concerned.

 

"Oh... oh god... Kid, please stop crying..." He reached out, holding the tear stained face.

"What happened to you...? Wh... Why did you look so..." Kid couldn't bring himself to finish.

"Scary? Furious? Angry?"

"..." The younger gave a weak nod.

Justin frowned, as he began to get to work stitching up the part of Kid's outfit that Gopher had torn up in his anger. "I was fighting against my Madness..."

"Fighting your madness?"

"Yeah... it's like the case of your friend, Soul Eater..." He seemed a bit sad to think about it. "It's a being called The Clown..."

"T...That thing..." Kid whispered softly, remembering it a little too well.

 

The Clown, an incarnate of madness itself. He thought Maka and Soul had finally gotten rid of it... how did it attatch itself to Justin...? Being around that thing... it was beginning to make sense why Justin had lost it and betrayed Shibusen like he did.

"Alright, I'm done fixing up your outfit. I stitched both sides, I know you like it to be symmetrical."

 

Kid finally started paying attention again, as he found the words were true. Identical stitches were on each side, and the blood had been cleaned off his face and neck. He wanted to smile for the blonde, but the images of before hit him hard, and made him turn his head.

 

"...Thank you, Justin..."

 

Justin nodded softly, as he set everything aside, glancing off slowly. He loved Kid so much, he didn't want anything to hurt him, but if he tried to stop Noah or Gopher, he would get locked up and he wouldn't be able to treat Kid and fix him up at night.

 

"Kid, I love you..."

"W-What...?"

 

Justin reached out, and held his face, and leaned close, and kissed the other's lips. A soft groan escaped from from the young death god, his face red as the other's mouth had closed over his own from the confusion of being told that so suddenly. He tried to struggle out of the kiss, but the blonde wouldn't let him...

 

He wanted to prove that what he told Kid before was the truth.

 

That the truth was that he was still in love with him, even while he was trying to escape his madness.

 

I would do anything for you, Kid... I want you to believe me...

 

----- Events after the Black Mass incident -----

 

(Death the Kid's POV)

 

I couldn't remember very much after I was swallowed by the madness that The Black Mass had nearly drowned me in...

 

I remember drifting water that felt like I was inside of a freezing gel... I was surprised that I could still breathe trapped in here... was this my mind lost in this strange prison...? What happened to my body? Was I going to end up acting like a blood thirsty monster like what happened to Justin...?

 

Justin... where are you...?

 

I'll apologize to you if I can find you again, I promise...

 

I just want to get out of here...

 

*...id! Kid!*

 

Who... who is calling me? It's so far away...

 

*Kid! Kid, I'm right here! Look at me!*

 

That sounds like Justin... where is he?

 

*KID! Look above you!*

 

I finally had the strength to open my eyes as he looked above him, as I found Justin was above me, as if he was standing on a invisible surface...his fist was pounding against the surface, hoping that combined with his muffled yelling would reach me.

 

Justin...

 

I reached for him as he did the same for me, forcing his arm through the solid like surface, lashing out desperatly for me. I felt our finger tips brush together, before he forced his arm down further and snatched my upper arm. I tried not to wince as his grip had burned my skin a bit... was it because it was so cold in here, and he was so warm? He forced his other arm down, and grabbed my free hand next, and began to pull me upwards towards the surface of the madness. I saw a strange outline of a clown behind him, looking as if it was trying to force him to let go of me... let me fall back into the madness that I was stuck inside. I tightened my squeeze, trying to remind him I was here.

 

His blue eyes looked back down at me, his grip on me shivering a little bit. His eyes showed determination that I had never seen before, as he readjusted his grip, and began to pull me further. Once my head had finally gotten out, it felt like I was escaping from the bottom of a pool of water, cause a gasp of air left me once I wasn't underneath anymore. Justin didn't stop though, he changed his position, and grabbed me under my arms, and continued to pull me to safety... I don't remember anyone ever working so hard just for my sake... it made me feel... important... once I felt like I was completely free from the madness, exhaustion had swallowed me...

 

I believe I had fallen asleep right after being freed and brought into Justin's awaiting arms.

 

Now where was I...? The air around me was beginning to feel cold again... the sound of footsteps caught my sense of hearing... I don't think they were mine, my body felt like it was floating... something gripping my legs, my face resting against something warm...

 

A tiny shiver ran through my spine, as I barely managed to open my eyes, the view of the familiar scenery of Desert that surrounded Death City was in my vision... someone was carrying me. I glanced upwards, seeing a familiar head of blonde and a pair of earphones playing rock music into his sense of hearing, but only one was in his ear, while the other wasn't visible... was he waiting for sounds from me to let him know I was awake...? Was this a dream... or was he really carrying me from that place back to my home...?

 

(Justin's POV)

 

It had been a long walk since I escaped from The Black Mass and Noah's grip with Kid in tow... I was tired... fighting my own madness while trying to save Kid's soul from it in the process... I just wanted to rest...

 

I couldn't just yet. Death City was just a little further ahead. I had to get Kid back home... the doctors could fix him up... he would be just fine away from the affects of the Kishin's madness. Suddenly, I felt little movements and groans coming from Kid's throat... he must be waking up now.

 

"Justin...?" His voice sounded shaky, but I could tell he was consious.

"It's me, Kiddo... I'm taking you home..."

"Home..." He whispered gently, tightening his squeeze against me.

 

I had a little smile on my face... even if I knew as soon as I got there, I was going to be in trouble. Shinigami-sama would sense my presence immediatly, and special forces, and the other Death Scythes would show up... I would probably end up in a jail cell...

 

But it would be okay... as long as Kid was safe...

 

"Justin..."

I blinked, as Kid's voice caught my attention. "Yes, Kid... what is it?"

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, a small hitch in his voice showing that he was crying. "I'm sorry for yelling at you... a-and... thank you... I would have drowned in madness without you..."

I felt a smile on my face, "Thank you as well, Kid... go back to sleep... you'll be back in your room when you wake up..."

 

After that, I didn't hear him talk again, just the small little snores to show me that he had gone back to sleep.

 

And just as I predicted, hell had stared for me.

 

Almost immediatly after I passed into the gate to Death City, the men that Sid led were running up, and surrounded me in a sort of semi circle... as if a way to say 'You can either run or stay and meet your fate'.

 

I didn't move. I stayed still, as the faces I remembered well soon appeared.

 

Marie. Spirit, Azusa.

 

Shinigami-sama.

 

"Justin, it's good to see you again. I hope you're here on more friendly terms than last time." The friendly sounding voice of Shinigami-sama... it's been a while since I've heard it.

"Don't get too close, my lord." Azusa spoke up, her glasses causing a gleam that seemed fixated on me.

"What do you want, Justin!" Spirit hissed.

"...I'm here to return Kid to you. You can do whatever you wish to me... just make sure he's treated... he got caught in the madness of The Black Mass, and nearly turned into a monster."

 

There was a murmur of chatter among the guards that had surrounded me, but Sid automatically snapped them back into attention, as Shinigami-sama came over to me, and I carefully set the sleeping boy into his arms, and once he was far from me, I slipped my other earphone back into its proper place, and allowed my music to drown my hearing once more. I lifted my hands up, as to show I was surrendering myself, as the guards began to surround me. Heavy clasps were snapped around my wrists, so heavy that not even my guillotine blades could cut through them.

 

I was being escorted towards the prison cells, while Shinigami-sama headed off towards Gallow's Manor, Kid's mansion, in order to treat his son and let him rest. I glanced over at him, keeping him in my sight until I was pulled into the building where my prison awaited me.

 

Thank you, Kid... you didn't have to cry for me like you did...

 

I love you...

[Shadow Fire]

*squees*

 

I love it! And I know Criimson will too! You're a great writer, Jia.

[CorruptedMoon]

Ah...! I love it! It's perfect! You did so well on it. ^^