Lemony: *creepy kid voice* I'm baaaaackkk!

Wicked: You're also an idiot.

Lemony: Take the Mike Tyson approach and just bite me! *sticks out tongue*

Awesome: Don't start you two. I'm not in the mood to deal with your fuckery!

Lemony&Wicked:…fuckery?

Saving Death The Kid

~The Side Effects! Liz is Fifty Shades of Red?~

Kid groaned and stirred.

His head was on fire and he felt like he'd been hit by a truck. When his yellow eyes fluttered open he found that he was inside the infirmary, lying back on a cot.

"Well, hello sleepy head," A gentle voice cooed, "You gave us quite a scare there..."

Kid groaned once more and sat up, he found himself looking at a smiling Nurse Medusa.

"Ughh...what happened?" He asked rubbing the left side of his head, blinking slightly as his eyes adjusted to the bright beams of light.

"Patti blew up the potions lab." Another voice answered, Kid knew that voice. It was Liz; she was leaning against the wall along with a rather guilt-ridden Patti. She didn't mean to cause the explosion or to hurt Kid and now she felt absolutely dreadful about the whole thing. Not to mention she made Miss Salem run from the classroom screaming "Lord Death is gonna kill me." It was all just one big accident.

"Oops..." Patti said, lowering her head, "I'm sowwy Kid..."

Kid looked at his Twin Demon Guns and then over at Nurse Medusa. Just then the infirmary door opened and Lord Death bounced inside, followed by a sullen looking Salem.

"Hello son, how ya' feeling?" Lord Death chirped,

"I feel fine, Dad." Kid answered flatly; aside from the pounding in his head he didn't feel any worse for wear. Salem bomb-rushed past Lord Death, jumped on the cot, and straddled poor Kid!

"Hey what are you-" Before he could finish protesting Salem was twisting the boy's head around and was inspecting him for any adverse changes. She was making sure he hadn't grown any extra eyes or sprouted any spare arms. You know, strange mutations that might come after a potions explosion. She wanted to be certain that he was alright, not for Kid's own safety, but so that Lord Death wouldn't have an excuse to stick his Death Scythe up her ass!

"How do you feel? Are you hot? Cold? How many fingers am I holding up? Who's the president?" The blonde witch shot question after question until Kid placed one foot to her chest and pushed her off of him! Salem hit the floor with a heavy thud. The young reaper sat up and glared at each person.

"I. Feel. FINE!" Kid spat angrily, he had it up to here with silly behavior. Everyone looked at him silently for a moment; Salem picked herself from the floor and brushed herself off. Well, if he was strong enough to kick a grown witch, then Kid must've been a-ok.

"Are you sure you feel ok, Kid?" Nurse Medusa asked the young reaper, "Potions are nasty business, although there may not be physical changes, there could be mental or emotional ones."

Here Liz arched an elegant eyebrow. Mental changes, eh? She wondered if a potion could cure Kid of his obsessive compulsive disorder. That idea was thrown out of her head the minute she saw Kid's eye twitch uncontrollably when he looked towards the medicine cabinet. No doubt he was ready to alphabetize and rearrange everything until it was perfectly symmetrical.

"Oh he's fine, alright..." Liz said grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him out of the infirmary before Kid had a chance to spazz out. "If you don't mind we're going to take him home."

"Remember!" Nurse Medusa called, "If you feel any different come to me immediately, Kid!"

"Got'cha!" The adults heard Patti call as she followed her sister and her miester out of the room. The adults stood there silently for a moment before Salem felt someone tap her shoulder...the witch cringed because she knew what was coming... she turned and...

"REAPER CHOP!"

Yeah…she'd seen that coming.

As the trio made their way home Liz couldn't help but wonder about her miester. He'd been awfully quiet since the accident and hadn't ranted once about the asymmetrical outdoors. As a matter of fact, he seemed almost dazed. As he rode beside Liz and Patti on Beelzebub, Kid remained eerily silent; the only thing making a sound was his skateboard wheel's rolling against the ground.

"Hey Kid," Liz began, he looked up at her and his yellow eyes were empty.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure you didn't inhale a couple of fumes back there?" She asked curiously, Kid thought for a moment.

"Now that you mention it...I do remember smelling something like roses...but it wasn't roses. More like a field of flowers. But that's all I remember..."

"I made a potion that smells like perfume!" Patti squeaked, clapping happily. "You think I could sell it and make lots of money, sis?"

"Well Patti you could," Liz replied shrugging her shoulders, "But I don't think people will want to buy perfume that explodes..."

Patti thought for a second and figured her sister was right. People wouldn't want to get blown to pieces just for smelling good. Oh well.

Kid rolled a step behind the Thompson sisters, quiet a s tomb. Honestly he'd retreated inside his own head, deep in the thought for a moment. He was thinking about the accident, aside from an aching head and the distinct smell of roses he really didn't feel any different. The young reaper was just thankful the sisters hadn't been hurt in that explosion. Kid's yellow eyes slid to Patti and his face softened; she really was an idiot, but she was an innocent, child-like idiot therefore it was safe to say she really didn't know any better. Then Kid looked at Liz and felt his chest clutch. His expression got softer as he silently gazed at the eldest Thompson sister. Liz really was incredible. She put up with his OCD, along with Patti she was always there to cheer him up, not mention she looked out for him and her sister when things got rough.

Kid's head tilted as he gazed at her. Liz was very pretty too...she had a lovely face and a body that most girls would kill for. Although totally asymmetrical to her sister's, Liz's breasts were round and perfect...

Wait a hot minute! Kid stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what he'd been thinking! He shook his head furiously as if trying to knock the lustful thoughts of Liz from his mind. The sisters stopped when the noticed Kid had fallen behind. They stared at him as he was shaking his head.

"Oh no," Liz groused, "He's about to have a freak out. Get ready Patti..."

"Yay! Kid's gonna lose it!" Patti cheered, but instead of going crazy like the girls thought, Kid merely kicked his foot and sent his skateboard on a slow roll, brushing past them as if they weren't there. The sisters let him a get a far enough distance ahead of them so that they whisper lowly behind his back. Literally.

"Kid is acting weird...well, weirder than usual..." Liz whispered Patti,

"Yeah he's not all blah-symmetry-blah...you think he's got the bird flu?"

"No..." Liz said, "I have hunch about what's wrong with him...I just hope I'm wrong..."

When the trio finally made it home, Kid did his usual inspection of the place. With his handy-dandy tape measure he made sure that none of the furniture, paintings, or statues had moved an inch since they left. Once he was satisfied with his measurements, Kid told the sister's goodnight and headed upstairs to his perfectly symmetrical bedroom determined to get some rest. After changing into his impeccably creased pajama's he hit the hay. His head was still aching and it seemed like it would never ease up. Kid was a sleep in a matter of seconds; he didn't bother to make sure his two twin dressers were lined up perfectly, or measure his nightstands to be sure they were exactly eight inches away from his bed. Nope, Kid just passed the fuck out.

The grinning sun was getting drowsy and it was trying its best to stay awake. It was no use; it fell asleep as quickly as Kid had. Now the crazy moon was out, smiling like madman, with blood seeping between its teeth. Kid hadn't moved an inch all day; he lay flat on his back snoozing peacefully. Kid had been rather quiet for hours and from time to time Liz and Patti would go to his room to check on him. He didn't even wake up when Patti screamed, "Kid is sleeping like a frog on a bump, on a log, in a hole that I found at the bottom of the sea!"

Poor Kid just slept and slept and then slept some more. But he was ensnared in a dream...a dream he never thought he'd have...

"Kid..." A low, husky female voice crooned in his ears, "Please...I need you..."

He knew that voice. It belonged to a young woman, one with a New York accent? It was Liz's voice he was hearing inside of his head. It was whispering hotly to him saying that she needed him...Kid needed to be with her...inside of her...

"Liz..." Kid muttered in his sleep. His brow was furrowed tightly and his forehead was soaked with sweat.

"Kid...Oh Kid you feel so good..."

"Lizzie..." Kid groaned rolling over, his eyes were snapped shut and he was biting his lower lip, grimacing. An unfamiliar heat washed over him and Kid could have drowned in his own sweat. The young reaper was fighting the powerful urge to fuck. He let out an agonizing groan when something in his loins started stirring. Cold sweat began seeping through his pores and Kid started to twitch as if he was having an OCD attack!

And Liz picked the absolute worst time to check on him.

She knocked on the door twice and poked her head inside when her miester didn't respond.

"Uhh...Kid? You still sleepin'?" She asked, Liz had been talking to a shuddering mass of blankets and sheets when suddenly Kid's face appeared beneath the heap. When she saw him a gasp escaped her mouth and a hand shot up to try and capture it. Kid looked absolutely dreadful; he was as white as cotton, he looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of water on him, and his once vibrant, yellow eyes had turned a sickening shade of amber.

"L-Liz..." Kid breathed, "Thank g-goodness...you have to...h-help me..."

"Kid!" Liz cried running to him, she placed a hand to his forehead and drew back quickly. He was as hot as fire! The young reaper sighed for a moment but groaned when the contact was broken. "Kid you need to see a doctor..."

"No...No...Liz..." He groused, "I need you...Please touch me more...it felt...it felt...wonderful..."

Liz looked at Kid as if he was half-crazy! He must've been hallucinating from the fever; she placed both of her hands to his cheeks and Kid's eyes fluttered shut as a pleasant smile tugged at his lips.

"Oh Liz...your hands are so soft..." The young reaper hummed, opening his eyes and looking at his weapon. Kid weakly grasped her wrists and moved her hands down his neck. Liz was shaking at he did this, her palms becoming slick with his sweat. Kid guided Liz's hands all over his head and neck; he ran her fingers through his scalp, paying special attention to horribly asymmetrical white lines there. Liz was watching her miester closely; some of the color was beginning to return to his face. Kid was laying back down, his fingers still wrapped around Liz's wrists, moving her hands all over himself.

Liz was feeling extremely, freaking awkward right about now.

She was abiding by Kid's strange request to touch him. Liz knew Kid was weird but this was downright bizarre! But Kid was starting to look noticeably better so Liz decided that this must've been helping. It was when Kid started murmuring flirtatious words that things started to get really weird.

"Liz, have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He said to her, his voice thick with lust. Liz turned as red as a stop sign and looked away as she slid her fingers over his neck.

"No Kid you haven't..." She muttered, very embarassed by his words. "Please don't start now..."

"You're so beautiful…" He whispered hotly, "Why hadn't I see it sooner? Oh God, Liz your hands are amazing…you're amazing..."

Ever heard of Fifty Shades of Grey? Well, Liz turned Fifty Shades of Red! Kid kept guiding her hands over his slick skin, moaning in delight as her dainty fingers dragged across him. The eldest Thompson sister couldn't help but watch how her meister responded to her touch; Kid was licking his lips deliciously, his eyes had fluttered shut, and his head had lulled back, resting against the pillow. Liz knew that if his eyes were open they'd be rolling like slot machines. Just then Kid let go of Liz's wrists and his hands went down to his pajama shirt. Liz's eyes went impossibly wide when saw him begin to unbutton it.

"Uh Kid...you might wanna kept that on!" The eldest Thompson sister said quickly grabbing onto his hands and stopping him. Kid looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please Liz...I-I don't know what's happening to me...but I feel like if you don't touch me...Oh God Liz if you don't touch me I feel like I'm dying..."

Liz could hear the desperation in his voice and let go of his hands. Kid popped button after button until the shirt was fully open, he glanced up at Liz then his eyes flickered down his exposed chest. She knew what he wanted her to do. Liz stared down at Kid, her eyes going as wide as saucers! Although Kid was skinny he was lean, tone, and solid.

"Kid…" She murmured her mind racing. Liz was blushing so hard her head looked like it was going to explode! Kid gently grasped her shaking hand and brought it to his lips. He sucked each digit lusciously slow, eliciting a shudder from the eldest Thompson sister.

"Liz…you're delicious…"

Just before they could continue with anything, Kid's bedroom door flew open!

"I've got hot soup!" Patti cheered, holding up a platter with a bowl and glass of juice. "Hot chicken soup!"

The younger Thompson sister froze and stared when she saw Liz and Kid turn as red as a bowl of cherries, with her fingers inside of his mouth. A wide grin slowly spread across Patti's face as Kid and Liz got redder and redder as the seconds ticked by!

"Oooohhh sis!" Patti laughed out loud, "Why are you trying to take advantage of Kid? HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE TURNING RED! YOU'RE TURNING SO RED!"

"P-Patti!" Liz shouted, snatching her hand away from Kid and her face flushing even more, "IT IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

By this time Patti had dropped the platter and hit the floor, dying with laughter! She was clutching her stomach as Liz quickly got up and skittered from the room, her shoulders hunched in embarrassment. Kid watched her go, his eyes following her longingly. He flopped backwards on his bed as Patti kept cackling! Dammit…dammit all!

Kid needed Liz.

To Be Continued…

Awesome: Yes, I'm not in mood to deal with your fuckery. Look that one up in the dictionary, Wicked.

Wicked: Why even bother, dear sister? It's not even a word. I'm not going to waste precious time or energy looking up a word that doesn't exist.

Lemony: Yeah! Use it in a sentence, whore-bag!

Awesome: …are you fucking kidding me?

Lemony: HA! You can't so I win. *sticks out tongue again*

Awesome: Lemony put your damn tongue back in your mouth. I don't know who's dick it's been on.

Lemony:…whore-monger, mkay anywho this once again is like three chapters mashed into one so if there are mistakes please forgive me. Also how am I doing so far with this pairing? Would love your input...REVIEW!