Hello people of the Soul Eater Forum! I absolutely love Soul eater and as soon as I saw Death the Kid, I instantly fell in love 3 and what do most fangirls do when they are in love with a cute character? They torture them in some way of course! Make them injured, shamelessly sick, kidnapped, killed ect. you all know you like reading those stories about your fav character, don't deny it! So this ones mine. I don't know why, but I love reading the ones where they are sick... hm... anyways here is my story!

If Soul Eater was mine, Kid would most definitely be a main character who killed the freaking Kishin with his awesome Death cannon that looked like christmas! But hey, it might happen in the manga (though i highly doubt it, some how stupid maka (no offense to maka fans...) will take Kid's spotlight...)

The day began like all other days, with Patty jumping up and down on my bed and back yelling at me to get the hell up. Like always I groaned to her that I was, in fact awake and I could get up myself. The usual response came from Patty, a high-pitched laughter and a relief of pressure on my back.

Something was not right.

I rose from my bed, quite groggily and walked over to the shower. After ridding my body of all grease and grime from the day previous, I dressed in my regular clothes. After donning my black jacket I hurried by the mirror, not wanting to see the ugly three white stripes in my hair.

Something was not right.

I head down to breakfast, still avoiding the contact of dozens of mirrors on the way. I was avoiding the inevitable though, since there was a mirror on the door to the dining room. I wanted to at least get down there before having a breakdown though.

Something was not right.

And there it was, the mirror that haunted my every dining occasion. I gasped in shock at this mirror, but not for the normal reason.

Something was not right.

In the mirror stood a lanky pale boy like usual. But somehow, if it was possible, he looked slightly emaciated. Any small amount of color he normally had was completely drained from him. And the oddest thing I saw in that mirror was the three horrendous white stripes in his hair. But it was not from their actual presence, but from the fact that the three lines that normally curled along half his hair had receded back slightly.

Something was not right

This was when I realized that it was the week. The week that all Grim Reapers dreaded the most. It was the first step to becoming a fully-fledged Reaper, but it was also the most difficult and dangerous one. It was a week rightfully dubbed by my Father as the Week of Hell.

"Hey Lord Death, Look at these pictures I found in my attic!" Spirit said as he sparkled and waved the pictures in front of his boss's face, "Aren't they ador-"

"Spirit, if you don't stop waving those in front of me, I will chop you," Death said, his mask twisting into a look of displeasure.

The Death Scythe squeaked in fear and took a step backwards. Then the mirror that was next to him started to ripple in a familiar way.

"Lord Death, someone's calling you," Spirit called and poked the screen to answer. Death the Kid's face rippled into view after a few seconds. Something was off about the young god though.

"Hey Kiddo!" Death chirped at his son, "What can I do for you."

Then Death realized what was off. Kid had a sickly hue to his skin, his clothes hung of him more than usual, and he looked slightly ruffled. But that did not have the father's attention. What Death stared at were the three Lines of Sanzu in his son's hair. Although to the casual spectator, nothing would be wrong with Kid's stripes (except he had three stripes in his hair but Death digresses), Death could tell that they were slightly smaller than usual.

"Oh no," Death gasped, the quirky Façade falling off his face, "Not now…"

It was the Week of Hell….

hehe how was that? It even got Lord Death Scared! So i would appreciate reviews, especially ones that start with OMG YOUR STORY IS AMAZING, then continue onto what I messed up :)