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SoulxKid: Soul Symphonic: PrologueThe final rays of light emitted from the setting sun as it descended slowly behind the horizon set Death City in a soft glow; Illuminating the streets and buildings, just the perfect amount of light that no street lamp hand been turned on yet. The streets were calm for a Friday evening. Not nearly as busy as it would be the next day when the marketplace in the main square would be open and flooded with bustling bodies. Those who were out were traveling from their homes and between 31st and 46th street, the shopping district, where most of the cities nice restaurants sat.But if you pick your way through the city, through the winding roads and past the dead ends you might come across 25th street, the home of a small lounge at the end of the road. A place of light chatter drinks and strangers reuniting with old friends or making new ones; this lounge was known as the Sang Noir Lounge. This night was one of those nights, a special night, with live music.The exterior of the lounge was not
SoulxKid: Light My Heart: EpilogueSoul's P.O.VSix months. It's been six months since I found Kid in a broken heap of limbs drowning in a pool of his own blood. Six months since I watched through flashing lights as the paramedics wheeled Kid out on a stretcher and into the ambulance. Since I saw the frantic movements as they desperately tried to get air circulating through Kid's body. Tightly wrapping his wounds to try and stop the endless flow of blood leaking from his skin; trying to keep his barley beating heart from failing as they drove us to the hospital. They let me in the back and let me watch. Watch as Kid was slowly slipping away from me, from himself. I couldn't stop all the tears that flooded down my cheeks. Every as my throat screamed in pain I couldn't stop the sobbing that came from my throat.I can still see him lying on the stretcher, his skin lighter than the finest of porcelain. He looked more fragile than a thin sheet of glass.They kept asking me all of these questions, questions that I didn't have
Sleep"Kid, have you seen my- Oh
"I was just about to ask my boyfriend, Death the Kid, if he had seen my headband, but when I walked into the lounge room, He had fallen asleep on the couch, his small body curled up on the soft material.I smiled gently to myself and tip toed over to him, noticing something red on the corner of his lip. My eyebrows furrowed together as I leaned in close, noticing a small cut just under his lip.Guilt flooded inside me as I realised I had probably done that, having my shark like teeth and all
"Sorry baby" I murmured gently, watching as he rolled onto his back, a small squeak bubbling from the back of his neck.I snickered at the adorable sound he just made, bending down and kissing the small cut on his face. Kid didn't stir as I slowly moved along from the cut to his lips, making sure to keep his nose clear so he could breathe.My lips moved softly against his for a moment or two, then I pulled back, about to leave him to sleep."Nngh
Busted-SoulxKidThe doors were locked, the phone unplugged. Candles dotted their small apartment and a bottle of wine stood waiting atop the mahogany dining table for later. All the lights were completely off, as were their clothes, lying scattered in a forgotten heap around the living room and creating a makeshift trail to their bedroom.Fevered moans and erratic pants were the only sounds audible to the other, the thump of their heartbeats in their ears a private bass line reserved for nothing else but the symphony of the bedroom. Shaking fingers knotted in locks of hair, pulling the other closer for a deeper kiss as sweat-coated bodies moved in sync, following a familiar rhythm that only they knew.The tempo steadily shifted from allegro to allegrissimo, to presto and prestissimo before reaching the white crescendo, the part of their song composed of nothing more than pleasured cries and sweet, breathless declarations of love. The performance slowed to moderato and finally adagio, where the pace de