Death The Kid x Reader CHAPTER 11

Chapter XI

You found yourself in an oddly familiar situation; standing in the same forest, next to the same stream, and Death the Kid standing in front of you with a surprized, I-have-no-idea-what-to-say-now sort of expression in his eyes.
Crona quietly watched from a few feet away, nervous as what was about to happen.
It was the calm before the storm.
"You two should just make out already and get it over with!" a pushy voice shouted from around Crona.
Your head whipped around to see Ragnarok perched atop of Crona's pink hair.
You had encountered Ragnarok a few times before, but he rarely showed himself; he claimed that 'looking at your ears made him gag.'
You and Kid both stared at the small black and white figure with shocked expressions, both of your faces redder than tomatoes.
"Ragnarok, be quiet!" Crona whispered, embarrased at what was just said. "I don't think they like eachother like that..."
The black blood monster ignored his meister's warnings and kept ranting. "I know you like her!" Ragnarok accused Kid. "You loooooooooove her!"
He kept taunting Kid, who was just taking it in silence, madly blushing and staring at the ground.
Crona tried pressing his hand up to Ragnarok's mouth to try to shut him the hell up, but his fingers just ended up being bitten.
"Ow!" Crona exclaimed, clutching his hand.
With that, the laughing Ragnarok escaped back into Crona's body, leaving it awkwardly silent in the woods.
You turned back to Death the Kid, apologizing for the Demon Sword's behavior. Kid didn't say anything, though you saw lips move - whether they formed words or not, you couldn't tell.
"I-Is what Ragnarok said true?" you asked the reaper, taking a cautious step towards him.
He flinched a little. "U-uh... I, ah... y-y-yes," he sputtered, shrinking into himself a little. "I-I think you are more p-perfect than symmetry."
You just stood there for a second in shock. 'He... he likes me?!" you thought; you didn't know what to feel at this point - Surprise? Happiness?
Kid finished his thought after another moment of silence, "But I know you would never like asymmetrical reaper scum like me. I'm useless trash. An abomination!" He fell to his knees on the ground, his head hanging in defeat.
"Kid, I don't care if you're asymmetrical reaper scum - which you aren't," you comforted him, kneeling beside him to rub his shoulder. You hesitated a moment, taking a shakey breath to calm yourself. "I-I like you."
His eyes darted up to meet yours, and you looked back into his. His face held a light pinkish-orange tint from the early sunrise behind you.
"D-do you really?" Something sparkled behind his yellow orbs.
You sheepishly grinned at him, a slight blush crawling onto your cheeks. You found a sudden interest in the ground and dropped your gaze from his.
Crona made a nervous sound. "Uh, I-I don't mean t-to inturrupt, but d-do you think it's safe enough to go now?" He wanted to escape this awkward situation - that was obvious.
You looked up at Crona, then back at Kid. "Crona has a point; we should probably go now and tell Lord Death about Stein."
Kid nodded and followed you through the mass, tangled woods.
"I think he's inside," you whispered upon reaching the edge of the thicket surrounding Stein's lab. "But we should still be careful." You vividly remembered what Stein had done to Kid, and what he would have done if you hadn't stopped him. You never wanted to experience that ever again. You mentally shivered and ripped your mind back to the present; "I'll go first," you offered, pushing your way through the foliage before either of them could object. The leaves rustled silently, but that was all you could hear.
You inched along the edge of the property, hoping the mad professor wouldn't see you. You could almost feel Kid and Crona's nervous stares bore into your back as they watched from the forest edge.
Snap!
Your body spun around at the loud sound that reverberated through the forest and past your ears. You gasped, startled, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth, trying to prevent the scream that was building up in your throat from escaping.
You saw the boys' faces through a gap in the leaves, and Kid was scowling at Crona, who had apparently stepped on a stick. You saw Crona mouth an apology, avoiding eye contact with Kid's threatening death stare. Ragnarok was pulling at his pink hair, bullying him in a mocking, older-brother kind of way.
You playfully rolled your eyes and signaled for them to follow, taking a short-cut to the DWMA.