Death The Kid X Reader - Music Unlocks The Soul

Death The Kid X Reader


(3rd Person)

Kid walked down the elegant staircase as silently as he could, trying his best not to stop and ogle at the symmetry of his manor, nor alert Liz or Patty to his presence. He made it to the door and was opening it when Liz came out from behind him.
“Where are you going, Kid?” She asked sceptically whilst blowing her fingernails dry.
“Well... you see.. Father asked me to go and meet with him.. I'll be out all day and I can't be late bye.” He was out of the door in three seconds flat.
“Well that was rude.” Liz pouted before returning her attention to her moist nails.


You sat on your (f/c) sofa in the tiny apartment's living room, double-checking that you had everything you needed. You heard a soft knock at the door and smiled lightly, raising from the slightly battered sofa to open the aforementioned door. As you opened it, Kid rushed inside.
“I think Liz and Patty were trying to follow me. They didn't believe my ruse by the looks of it...” He sighed. “Why on earth do we have to go to so much trouble just to go out for the day?!” The asymmetrical boy moaned.
“Because we don't want Soul and his 'coolness' or Black*Star and his ego and their respective partners to come. They'd ruin this.” You stated calmly.
“Do you have the clothes? There's no way I'm going there dressed like this!” You blushed slightly, holding out a bundle of clothes.
“If you'd gone out of the door dressed like you will when you leave here, the sisters would've stopped you from going out for sure,” You sighed “Bathroom's on the left.” You were definitely not thinking about what Kid would look like shirtless, of course. He exited the room and you finished gathering your things.

Kid walked out in the casual clothes you gave him, a slight smile evident on his face. The shirt you had given him was a little big, but it otherwise fitted well. He grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, grinning. You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his eagerness. You had been waiting for this day for months!

Kid POV (because I can't write 'you POV' very well )

She looks so carefree, and so cute smiling like that... I wish we could be more, but I'd never have a chance with her. She may not be perfectly symmetrical, but _____'s charm makes up for it. I'll have to hope that we can continue having these date-... days out together so that at the very least, I can get to know her better...

You POV

You smile as you window shop, not buying a thing, else it gets damaged later on, your hand still in Kid's. It was warm, comforting and reassuring, just a perfect day that would get better by night...

-Time Skip to Later-

You pull out two tickets from your pocket and wave them in Kid's face, smiling cutely and innocently.
“Wha~! _____! You were able to get them! I thought they'd sold out!”
“There were just two left! I only just got them too!” Your eyes widened as Kid flung himself onto you, enveloping you in a tight hug.
“Thank you so much! It's so hard to get tickets, I really appreciate it!”
“Don't fret, Kid-kun! You know that I wanted to see them anyway! It starts at six, yeah, so we better hurry!” And with that, you grabbed Kid's hand again as you both ran off towards your destination, laughing all the time.

-Time Skip to inside the 'destination'-

You and Kid pushed to the front of the crowd, up to the barrier where the nervous and excited fans were yelling for the act to come onto the stage. You blushed as Kid grasped your protectively, murmuring that he didn't want you to get lost or to get into any trouble. You began to reassure him, but stopped halfway through as you realised that the act had made their way onto the stage. A woman with a pretty face and red hair smiled as she spoke into the microphone.
“Hello Death City! I assume you all know who we are?” She was answered by screams of 'Yes'.
“We!” The crowd screamed along, knowing the band's tradition.
“Are!” Even Kid was screaming along now.

Silence...

“PARAMORE*!” The screams could've raised the roof as the band began to play their first, and most famous song, Misery Business. You and Kid sang along, holding hands the whole time.

I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top,
She's got a body like an hourglass that's tickin' like a clock,
It's a matter of time before we all run out,
When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth,
I waited eight long months, she finally set him free,
I told him I can't lie, he's the only one for me,
Two weeks, we caught on fire,
She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile!

You thought of Maka when you heard that song, the fact that she knew about your crush on Kid and forced him into a relationship with her. It had been eight months too before she got sick of him and let him go. Before, he wasn't allowed near you, due to Maka's jealousy, but now he was free again and he was spending more and more time with you. Maka was jealous that you could put up with his neurotic tendencies, but whenever she made a harsh comment about you, you wiped it off with a smile and turned it around into a twisted compliment. She tried to bring your self-confidence down, hoping you'd stay away from Kid, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen.

“Hey, _____ are you okay? You seem a bit out of it!” And Kid was right, you hadn't even realised that the band were now playing Conspiracy. You smiled warmly.
“Yeah, I'm fine, I just get lost in their music, it makes me think..” You trailed off, unsure where to go next in the conversation. They were playing all of the songs that reminded you of Maka and Kid's forced relationship, with Conspiracy being about somebody you trusted deceiving you. You brushed a strand of (hair colour) hair behind your ear, your grip on Kid tightening for a moment as you moved closer to him. You were about to speak when you were knocked to the floor by a taller man who looked like he shouldn't be at a Paramore concert at all. But, being one not to judge by looks, you ignored him and brushed yourself up after accepting a hand to help you up from Kid.
'Such a gentleman,' your inner fangirl swooned 'I guess it was how he was brought up though, anyway.'
“T-Thanks Kid” You smiled and paused for a second, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, then the other, to keep it symmetrical so he wouldn't have a fit. You turned back to Hayley, who was now singing a song from their new self-titled album. The song in question was Still Into You, a different side of Paramore, but one that you liked.


Can't count the years on one hand
that we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It's not a walk in the park
to love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)

Another song that played to your heart. It had been so long since you had first started crushing on Kid, but even years later, you still felt affection for the asymmetrical boy.
You found your hand grasping Kid's once more, both of you blushing furiously. You were sure you saw Hayley giggling slightly at the affection, and she 'awww'ed slightly. You turned back to Kid.

“Kid... sorry for... y'know... earlier...” You blushed. He smiled in that professional way only he could smile in.
“That's perfectly fine, _____. More than fine, in fact.” In a moment, a split second, he leant towards you, landing the most chaste kiss on your lips. Your eyes bulged as you realised what was happening before kissing back.** When you pulled apart, Hayley was grinning wildly as she spoke again into the microphone.
“As I just saw those two little lovebirds down there, how about we go old school with some quality Paramore! This one's called The Only Exception!” She winked at you, and you smiled back, feeling that her small gestures had made you confident enough to confess, with the influence of the music too.

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.

But darling,
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I've sworn to myself
that I'm content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

I've got a tight grip on reality,
but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.

You are the only exception.

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.

You leant into Kid's chest, smiling at the sappy love song that you had grown to love, by the band that you had grown to love, and mumbled your confession. Kid laughed gently as you buried your face into the 'Paramore – Singles Club EP' logo on the shirt you had given him earlier and stroked your hair.
“That's good, _____, because I love you too...” He smiled again and you felt content with the world...

Owari~