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Close To Perfection
Death the Kid X Reader

Request by darkdimentiobender34

Story by lilacgiraffe

"Liz," Kid hisses into the girl's room.

"What?" she groans back and he heard the bed creak in response to her movement.

"There's someone in the house." he whines, impatient.

"It's probably just Patty," she sighs, "she was out late. It happens." The bed moans again as she turned to face away. "Go away and sleep."

Kid yells in frustration and goes to the front door again to watch the intruder. Your (h/c) hair shone against the dark wall and your eyes flicked around the room, uneasy. You closed the door behind you and stood in the front hall, dripping from rain water. Your (f/c) work dress was stuck to your skin and you rubbed your bare arms, trying to warm yourself.

Suddenly, a voice spoke out, causing you to jump. "What are you doing in my home."

"I'm so sorry," you gasped, "Patty gave me a key last week and said that you were out on a job and-"

"The job fell through." Kid interrupted, "Why are you in here?"

"I-it-I..." you swallowed and tried again, "I was working and it started raining and my sister was mad at me and locked me out so I though I could just stay here for tonight. I'm sorry." You stared at the heels in your hand. You heard the boy sigh and something lightly grabbed your wrist.

"Let's go," he said, softly tugging you into a hall. Suddenly, he pushed you into a bathroom. "Go ahead and take a shower, I'll bring you some of Liz's clothes for you. There are towels under the sink. If you can't find something, call me."

You nod slowly and he leaves the room, shutting the door. You bite your lip as you undress. You glance at the shut door as you wrap a towel around yourself and turn the water on. You step into the shower and pull the curtain closed behind you. Hanging the towel on the rod, you hear the door open.

"I'm leaving the clothes on the counter for you." Kid called.

"Thanks, I'll be out in a minute!" you yell back sweetly.

After rinsing the rain water from your hair, you turned the water off and, shivering from the now cool air that stuck to your body, grab your towel. You dry yourself of and carefully step from the shower. Humming, you inspect the clothes Liz lent you. A pair of pajama shorts and a matching tank top. You quickly pull the underwear on and then the clothes, thankful that you have shaved before going to work.

You quickly walk from the bathroom to the living room, hoping to find Kid, when you heard some pots banging and someone cussing. Curious, you walk into the kitchen.

In front of you, you see a frustrated teen, trying to get a kettle down for tea. You smile softly and walk behind Kid and place your hand over his on the pot he was fighting with.

"Let me help?" you ask sweetly. Death the Kid lowers his gaze to the ground, hiding his blush and steps from the counter.

"Of course, thank you." he murmurs, eyes not meeting your (e/c) gaze. Still, in your innocence, you didn't notice how Kid was acting and just began to boil some water for tea. Then, you stood one you toes, reaching up for something and causing your shirt to rise a little. His golden eyes widened as he excused himself, covering his nose, and ran to the bathroom. When he came back, you had taken out ingredients for something.

Kid eyes the cluttered kitchen before asking, "What is it that you're doing?" he asks, bored expression covering his faint blush.

You gasp, blushing wildly, as you face the questioning teen. "Um...I wanted to thank you so I was going o make tea cakes." you bite you lip and look at the ground, "Sorry, I should have asked." Shaking his head, Kid walks out of the kitchen. Frowning slightly, you sigh and get back to work.

Timeskip

As the oven beeps and the kettle whistles, you rush to finish everything. Knowing as little about Death the Kid that you did aside from the fact that he was obsessed with the symmetrical and that he was the next in line to be Death, you fought to make everything perfect. Finally, you walked to the living room where Kid had fallen asleep. You smile, sadness behind the pained expression on your face.

"All that work," you whisper, placing the plate of treats and the cup of tea on the table in front of him. You blink slowly and feel a tear roll down your cheek. For some reason, you just wanted to impress the prince of death.

"Hey," you heard him mutter, annoyance in his voice, "don't make that face."

You giggle slightly and begin to walk down the hall towards Patty's room, convinced that Kid was half asleep.

"Where are you going?" he called loudly, proving otherwise.

"Uh, Patty's room?" you say, unsure of if you were still welcomed to stay the night. You heard Kid huff and you turn. Later, if anyone asked, you would have sworn that he was blushing.

"Why don't you sit with me and eat these cakes?" it was less of a question and more of a demand. Biting your lip, you walk back to the living room and sit on the sofa, delicately picking at a cake. Kid just stared at his, smiling a half smile.

"Is something wrong?" you ask, confused as to why he hadn't taken a bite yet.

Kid's smile grew as he took a small bite of the cake. "Yes, actually," he said, shocking you, "this is only close to perfection." You sigh, sad to disappoint the cute teen. Suddenly, he scooted his way over to you and pressed his lips softly to yours, causing you to drop the small cake in you hand. Slowly, he shifted, never breaking the kiss, so that you were flat on the sofa and he was hovering over you. You both eventually break away, gasping for air. He looked into you jewel-colored eyes and leans in again, kissing you with more passion, as one of his hands entwines itself with yours, leaving the other to hold himself. You tasted the subtle lemony taste of the cake on his lips mesh with yours.Knowing what you're dong now, you lean towards him and switch the tables so that his back is now on the couch and you were over him. You felt your arms begin you weaken and you break the kiss to lay against Kid's chest.

"That, my dear," Kid said softly, nose in your hair, "was perfection, like yourself." You feel a blush grow to your ears and hold his tightly, eventually falling asleep with your perfect man.