A/N: And here is the final chapter! The answer to the WTF question running through your minds!

I am so sorry it took so long for this to come out. Certain personal issues kept me from getting this up, though none of these excuses issues should have kept me away this long. I am so sorry!

I wrote this chapter four times before I was finally satisfied. T.T It was the most difficult chapter to write. But I'll shut up and let you get on with it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater but I wish I did. I also do not own Clue and if you've never played it go buy it now.

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Clue

Shinigami-sama appeared in the mirror, his big hand waving enthusiastically. "Kid!" He said cheerfully. "It's nice to see you! We've been trying to get in contact with you!"

"Enough games, chichiue." Kid replied darkly, staring at his father. "I know you're the one behind this."

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Shinigami-sama didn't even have time to react as Kid lunged forward, his body plunging through the surface of the mirror. The glass rippled softly, the cold pressure never failing to unnerve the younger shinigami.

Kid felt his feet hit solid ground and he managed not to stumble. In fact, the moment he stepped through the mirror he felt infinitely better. He looked down at his body and noticed his injuries were gone. He wasn't about to question his good fortune as he turned his bright yellow eyes on his father.

His betrayer.

The thought of his father being the mastermind behind this entire ordeal sent a sharp pain through his heart. There was a tense, awkward silence as Kid watched his father carefully. As unlikely as it seemed, all the clues pointed to Liz and Patti being the killers. The older Thompson sister hinted she was getting her orders from someone higher up. The mirror told him it had to be his own father. But why? Why would the Shibusen leader want to kill some of his strongest allies?

Kid could feel his soul brimming with so many pent up emotions he could barely contain it. Here he was, having gone through Hell, lost his friends, his family and his love and his father was just standing there, watching him silently. He could still see them in his head. Tsubaki's pale and limp body, Black Star's swift and bloody demise. He could still hear Maka's horrifying screams and the smell of burnt flesh. And Soul, he could still see him sitting, blood dripping from his face where he had torn out his own eye. And later, laying mangled and broken, staying conscious long enough to warn him of the identity of the true killers.

The air around him was crackling with energy, the waves of fury radiating from the shinigami causing his hair and clothing to flutter, small objects floating up around him. The glass in the mirror began to crack slightly, tiny, sparkling shards drifting through the air.

The barrier that had been holding back his powers at the mansion was no longer restraining him. His chances of defeating Shinigami-sama were slim, but...

"Kid..." Shinigami-sama began, but his son's withering glare startled him into silence.

"Do I even want to know why?" Kid asked darkly, sparks of black lightning sizzling around his hands. "How could you do this?"

Shinigami-sama shook his head slowly, looking at his son. "Let me explain."

"There is nothing to explain here. Your reaction tells me all I need to know." Kid spat, shifting his stance slightly. He looked like he was ready to pounce, his muscles tense and his eyes blazing fury.

Shinigami-sama felt the first tendrils of actual fear begin to creep up on him, causing him to shudder slightly. He had never seen his son so furious, and he had the right to be. Not only that, Kid was already close to matching him in power. He might even be stronger than the older shinigami by now. He was not an opponent he could afford to take lightly.

"Enough of this." Kid spoke quietly, his voice low and dangerous. "This ends here."

The younger shinigami raised his hand slowly, almost casually as the mirror behind him splintered into hundreds of sharp, jagged pieces, floating in the air briefly before launching themselves at the startled Shinigami-sama.

"Wait-"

The shattering sound cut across the older shinigami's plea and he barely erected a barrier in time to block the onslaught of piercing glass that suddenly pelted towards him.

Kid did not wait for him to retaliate as he lunged forwards, jumping high in the air before bringing a sparking shard of glass down on his father's head. Shinigami-sama managed to dodge just in time, the glass missing his head by inches and scraping down the side of his white mask instead. The gash left behind sizzled with black lightning, causing the older shinigami to wince.

Kid had barely landed on his feet when he spun to the side, kicking his father in the stomach with enough force to knock him sideways. Shinigami-sama fought back, his huge, gloved hand grabbing his son and slamming him into one of the pillars. Kid didn't make a sound as his head cracked on the cement, the sound echoing in the vast room.

"Kid-" Shinigami-sama began but was cut off with a cry of pain as his son sent a blast of raw power, it's force strong enough to send his father flying. Shinigami-sama fell hard, ignoring the stinging pain as he landed on the discarded shards of glass. Kid was much stronger than he had anticipated. He was surprised at how far his son had come. When had he grown up so fast?

He looked up as Kid approached him, the glass splintering under his shoes. The father couldn't help but notice his son's anger was such that he didn't even noticed his rumpled appearance or the fact that he was missing a button on his suit jacket. The shard in his hand crackled with dark energy and Shinigami-sama looked up into Kid's angry yellow eyes.

"They're alive."

And with those two words the fight suddenly drained out of Kid's body, leaving him feeling weak.

"You lie." He frowned, looking at his father for any trace of guile.

"Shinigami-sama!" A new voice yelled and Kid felt a burning pain in his side as he was hit with a blast, sending him into the broken mirror behind him.

The younger shinigami soon found himself surrounded by Stein and Spirit, the latter looking shocked at what he had seen. He tried to get up but realized he was trapped by Stein's threads. He hung his head in remorse. He had failed.

"Are you okay Shinigami-sama?" Spirit asked, helping the older shinigami up.

"Yes, yes, thank you." Shinigami-sama replied, turning a sorrowful gaze on his son. "Kid, listen to me. They are not gone. In fact, they should be here shortly."

"How can I trust you after all that has happened?"

Before Shinigami-sama could reply there was a loud cracking noise as a black chasm opened up in the ground nearby. Shadowy hands shot up into the air, creating a dome over top of it. The younger shinigami watched, eyes wide as blue lightning crackled around the dome.

Kid eyed the dome carefully as the shadows began to recede, leaving several prone forms in it's wake.

"What?" He whispered in disbelief, his hand loosening it's grip on his weapon.

They were all there, looking as though they were sleeping, their injuries gone. Maka, Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patti and (Kid felt his heart leap with hope.) Soul.

Tsubaki twitched on the floor, opening her eyes groggily and blinking as Shinigami-sama and Stein walked over.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky as she looked around at the others.

Before anyone could reply Black Star shot straight up on the ground, jumping to his feet with his fists raised, ready for a fight. He blinked in confusion for a moment before he spotted his partner. With a strangled yelp he rushed forward, tackling the young woman in a forceful hug.

"Tsubaki!" He yelped, pulling the girl close with a little too much force. "I thought..." His voice trailed off as tears welled up in his eyes.

There was a startled scream and Maka thrashed on the floor.

"Maka!" Spirit yelled, grabbing her arms to forestall her movements.

The female meister's haunted green eyes shot open and she stopped thrashing. Her father slowly let her go and she sat up, lifting her hands to her eyes and blinking at them. "What...?" She whispered.

"Ahe hehehe! Patti had a weird dream!" The younger Thompson sister's voice suddenly laughed and Kid's head snapped in her direction. She was sitting on the floor next to Liz and though she was laughing and acting like her usual self, the shinigami could tell that something was off.

"Don't laugh so loud, sister has a headache." Liz grumbled from her position on the floor. She was staring at the ceiling (or rather, the endless sky) and frowning.

Kid tensed, wanting to attack. His brain was unable to fully comprehend what was going on.

There was a quiet groan and Kid stiffened, looking over at Soul as the other man rolled over, blinking up at everyone.

"What the hell?" Soul growled, raising his hand to his previously injured eye. Before he could say anything else his eyes landed on the two sisters near him and his heart skipped a beat, his disoriented brain resorting to auto-pilot as he jumped up, lunging at the older Thompson sister.

"Soul, no!" Shinigami-sama yelled, his big hand knocking the scythe weapon over before holding him and stalling his movements.

"Fuck, let me go!" Soul roared, struggling valiantly in the Death God's grip. His red eyes looked murderous as they settled on the two sisters.

"You don't understand-"

"Let him go." Kid demanded coldly from his position on the floor.

Soul noticed him trapped and he snarled, transforming his arm into a scythe and plunging it viciously into Shinigami-sama's hand. The Death God cried out in pain, dropping the weapon in his surprise. Soul rolled on the ground, landing in a crouched position. He ran towards Kid, plunging his elbow violently into Spirit's face when he tried to stop him. Maka, Black Star and Tsubaki quickly joined him, the four of them standing guard over their trapped comrade.

"We want to know what's going on here!" Maka yelled, glaring at Shinigami-sama.

"Why did you kill us?" Tsubaki asked, her eyes sad as she looked at the sisters.

"We didn't do anything!" Liz cried, moving closer to her sister.

Black Star looked shocked. "YOU two were the ones that killed everyone?"

"We didn't mean to kill anyone!"

"What are you talking about, you were boasting about it!"

"It wasn't US!"

"EVERYONE QUIET!" Shinigami-sama yelled.

There was an awkward silence as everyone blinked at each other.

"MAKAAAAAAAA!" Spirit cried suddenly, launching himself at his daughter in an attempt to hug her, blood running freely from his nose where Soul had hit him.

He was stopped by Stein who grabbed him in midair, pushed him to the floor and promptly sat on him. The meister calmly pulled out a cigarette and lit it as the scythe weapon thrashed and cried beneath him.

"Stein, let Kid go." Shinigami-sama ordered, nodding as his son was released and stood up to stand beside his lover. "Let us explain to you all what is going on." Shinigami-sama called out, causing everyone to look at him. "Now, as you know, you have all been accepted into my elite guard. However, Professor Stein has been working on a way to train our new recruits and to help build their teamwork skills. We decided to test it on you."

Silence reigned. The older shinigami was sure he felt the already frigid temperature in the room plummet.

"You've got to be kidding me." Soul finally groaned, his head in his hand.

Black Star shook his head. "No way."

"You're joking, right?" Liz sneered, looking disgusted.

Maka looked livid. "You do realize that we really thought that our comrades were dead ? We had no idea..." She trailed off, unable to properly explain how distressing the whole experience had been.

"You were supposed to know that you were in a virtual reality." Stein added, looking over at them. "However, once Tsubaki passed on and we realized that you all did not know this, we tried to get you all out."

"It didn't work, you were all trapped there until the game was finished." Shinigami-sama said sadly. "It was just a prototype, after all."

"Yes, a small...miscalculation on my part." Stein added, his glasses glinting and a smirk on his face.

"Yeah right." Soul whispered to Kid, his red eye twitching.

Kid couldn't help but agree.

"So what you're saying," The younger shinigami began, his eyes dangerous. "Is that we went through all this mental and physical anguish all for the sake of testing out this...this...virtual reality?"

"That about sums it up." Stein replied.

"Soul ripped out his own eye." Kid emphasized with a glare.

"Well...that was unexpected." Shinigami-sama muttered, showing some remorse.

"I don't believe this." Soul growled. "What about Liz and Patti?"

"The Thompson sisters were not in control of their actions. We had planned on testing your problem solving abilities by making the murderer one of your own. We did not intend to traumatize you with your friends' deaths as you were supposed to know this was a game." Stein elaborated.

"We're terribly sorry." Shinigami-sama nodded solemnly, looking downcast. "It wasn't meant to be like this."

"Well unfortunately sorry isn't going to cut it." Liz frowned, shaking her head. "It felt real to us and I'm not easily going to forget what Patti and I did, even if we had no control over our actions."

The younger Thompson sister nodded sadly.

"Perhaps it would have been a better idea to start off the simulation with something a lot less...stressful." Tsubaki cut in quietly. The female ninja was always a patient and forgiving person but even she was unhappy with what had happened.

"Of course, we will fix the device and test it with something minor." Shinigami-sama agreed.

"Well it's a little late for that!" Maka yelled, clenching her fists. "You threw us in there to help us on our teamwork and all you managed to do was tear us apart! You think we can easily forget that Liz and Patti killed us? They might not have really done it, but the memory is still there and it isn't fair to them!"

Stein stared at the group seriously. "We are in the midst of a war. Unfortunately watching your friends die is something you will have to get used to."

Soul's eyes glinted dangerously. "The day I get used to watching my friends die is the day that I am no longer me."

Stein sighed, looking away.

"So let me get this straight." Black Star cut in, his voice low. "All of this crap we've been through is Stein's fault?"

"Sounds about right to me." Soul replied, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows calmly before promptly lunging forward, tackling the startled professor to the ground where he then proceeded to try and strangle him. Black Star and Patti quickly joined him in the violence.

"Soul!" Maka yelped, running forward with Liz and Tsubaki as they attempted to stop their companions from killing their former teacher.

"Is this the machine?" Kid asked Shinigami-sama, pointing to a glowing orb floating off the ground near the broken mirror. At his father's confirmation, the younger shinigami grabbed the orb and threw it forcefully on the ground, the machine shattering into pieces with a loud crash. "Problem solved."

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"I won't be back tonight, I'm going to spend the night at Tsubaki's." Maka was saying.

"Yeah." Soul grunted in reply, not even looking up from his piano.

"You look terrible, try to get some sleep okay?"

"Yeah."

Maka sighed before closing the door behind her.

Soul glanced back after she left. It had been two days since he'd returned from the ordeal that was the murder mansion and he had barely slept. The few moments of sleep he had managed to catch were ruined by nightmares.

He sighed, slouching on the piano seat. He hadn't heard from Kid since then either. He hoped that the other man didn't think that what they had in the mansion was just a mistake brought on by trauma.

Soul began to play a song he'd been working on since he got back. He was glad that Maka was gone, he would be able to completely concentrate on the piano.

About an hour later he shook his head. Who was he trying to kid? There was only one person on his mind, and he was hesitant to go to the shinigami. With a sigh, he got up, shuffling into the kitchen and putting on a pot of coffee. There was a knock at the door and Soul blinked, plodding towards it. He opened it slowly, a glare on his face as he prepared to tell whoever it was to go away.

"Hi." Kid smiled, looking at him.

"Hey." Soul grunted, surprised. He hadn't expected the other man to randomly show up, though he couldn't hide the pleased smile from quirking up the sides of his mouth. He stepped back, silently inviting the shinigami in.

Kid stepped inside, taking in Soul's appearance. The scythe weapon was wearing a pair of over sized, gray sweatpants and a baggy, white t-shirt. His hair was sticking out all over the place and he had dark bags under his eyes. The shinigami couldn't help but look at those red eyes, happy to see both of them looking back at him.

Blood was dripping from his face as he stared down at the packet in his hands, the steady drip, drip, drip slicking his hands red and causing a small pool of crimson to accumulate. Kid crawled forwards, reaching out.

He didn't ever want to see Soul that injured ever again.

"What can I do for you?" The scythe asked, bowing theatrically and cutting into Kid's thoughts.

The shinigami had to restrain himself from telling Soul exactly what he could do for him. Now was not the time.

"I thought I'd remind you of a promise you made earlier." He said instead, sitting on the arm of the couch.

"Promise?"

Soul glared. "Shut up!" He glanced at the shinigami and sighed. "Look, Kid, if you stop freaking out I'll let you make my room symmetrical when we get out of here."

"To organize your room."

Soul groaned, running his hand down his face. "Are you serious? Now?"

"You did promise." Kid smirked, crossing his arms.

The scythe weapon sighed. "Fine, fine. Do what you want." He led the shinigami to his room. It was a bit of a mess but Soul considered it 'organized chaos'. He knew where everything was, and that was all that mattered.

Kid eyed the room critically.

"Do you want a coffee? I was just making a pot before you showed up. It should be ready." Soul offered, leaning on the door frame casually.

Kid nodded, already calculating the room.

Soul shook his head before retreating to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with the coffee, handing it to the shinigami.

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be." Kid was saying as Soul took a sip of his coffee. "It should only take about four days."

The scythe weapon nearly spit out his coffee. "WHAT? Four days?" He yelped, looking at the shinigami. "Are you serious?"

"What?" Kid asked, blinking at Soul. "It took me two weeks to fix Marie-sensei's room."

The other man didn't even want to know why the shinigami was making Marie-sensei's room symmetrical.

"Fine, whatever." He replied tiredly. "I'll be by the piano." He hesitated for a moment, his red eyes staring intently at the shinigami, before turning and leaving Kid to do...whatever it was he does when making a room symmetrical.

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Four hours later Kid decided it was time for a break. He was hungry and he wanted to take this opportunity to do what he really came here for.

Not that he didn't want to organize Soul's room, but it was a nice bonus.

He got up off the floor, brushing off his clothes.

He was going to ask Soul out on a date.

He had concocted this plan with the help of the Thompson sisters who agreed to get Maka out of the apartment for the night so he could be alone with Soul. Tsubaki was happy enough to have a 'girls night' and Kid took a moment to feel sorry for Black Star.

But only a moment.

He headed out to the living room, stopping as he noticed the figure at the piano. Soul was fast asleep, his head pillowed on his arm on the piano. His other arm was dangling at his side and he was drooling. Kid watched him for a moment, a small smile on his face.

Maybe he would have to take a rain check on the date.

Deciding that he would save the weapon from waking up with terrible back pain from his uncomfortable position, Kid poked Soul in the side.

"Hey, wake up. You should sleep in your bed."

"Mmffph...five more minutes..." Soul mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to swat Kid's hands away.

"No, get up." Kid replied, pulling on the weapon's arm. The other man slowly got up, allowing the shinigami to direct him to his room. He flopped down face first onto his bed.

"You really should make sure you sleep more." Kid sighed, looking at him.

"Can't." Came Soul's muffled reply.

"Why?"

"'Cause." The weapon rolled over, looking up at Kid. Was he blushing slightly? "You're not here." He muttered, looking anywhere but at Kid.

The shinigami blinked, blushing slightly as he looked at the other man. Soul couldn't sleep without Kid there?

The scythe weapon grinned suddenly, reaching up and grabbing the shinigami's tie, pulling him roughly onto the bed beside him. Soul wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him closer.

"A bit demanding." Kid sighed, a small smile on his face. "You really should get some sleep."

"No. Mine." Soul replied, smirking. "Sleep comes later." He pulled on the shinigami's tie some more, forcing their lips together.

Kid gave a surprised moan as their lips met, but it didn't last long as he pressed Soul deeper into the bed and kissed him so passionately he almost couldn't register it. The scythe weapon arched up off the bed, his hands gripping the back of Kid's hair. Soul's heart was pounding wildly in either excitement or arousal (possibly both) as Kid trailed kisses along his jaw and neck. He could feel his body responding to the sensations, a burning need building deep inside of him as their groins met.

He wanted this. No, he needed this.

They stared deeply at each other momentarily and Soul could hear Kid's breath as it hitched slightly at the smoldering look in the scythe's eyes as he smirked at him rather seductively. His hand moved stealthily up the shinigami's shirt, the soft skin quivering slightly as Kid shuddered involuntarily at the featherlight touches. The shinigami sucked harder on Soul's tongue in an attempt to muffle his groan of pleasure and the scythe weapon took the chance to slide his hands down the other man's sides and flip them over so that he was now on top.

He grinned down at Kid, pinning the shinigami's arms above him. He wanted to show the man beneath him how he made him feel. How his heart beat sped up whenever he was near, how he couldn't stop thinking about him whenever he was gone. He loved everything about this man from his asymmetrical hair to his perfectionism, and now that he had him he didn't think he could ever let him go. Just the thought of losing him made his heart constrict painfully.

Shoving the dark thoughts aside, Soul's fingers shook in anticipation as he unbuttoned Kid's shirt and slipped it off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. The shinigami looked like he was going to protest the messing up of his carefully organized room, but Soul silenced him with a passionate kiss.

"I think I owe you for last time." Soul whispered lowly, sucking on Kid's neck and causing the shinigami to writhe slightly beneath him.

"How so?" Kid panted as the weapon trailed kisses down his collarbone, stopping and sucking on one of his nipples.

Soul just gave him a feral smirk before running kisses down the shinigami's stomach, reveling in the soft moans of pleasure. He stopped at the hem of Kid's pants and undid them slowly, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. The shinigami's pants were strained, the fabric restricting his hard on. Before he could pull them off a fist tangled itself in Soul's shirt and pulled him forward, their lips meeting once more and the scythe weapon shuddered as Kid hungrily and eagerly ran his tongue along Soul's bottom lip.

The shinigami managed to wiggle out of his pants and Soul blushed slightly, taking in Kid's near naked appearance. He was clad in only his black boxers, his hair tousled slightly from Soul's hands running through it. The scythe weapon grinned, something inside him bursting with possessive pride that only he could see Kid in this asymmetrical state. He hungrily captured Kid's mouth with his own again. The shinigami's fingernails dug into Soul's back at the sensations, almost to the point of being painful.

The sounds Kid was making were sending him over the edge.

The abruptness of the scythe's kiss left Kid breathless, his back arching as he reveled in the feel of it. It was warm and oh-so-stimulating. He felt himself harden almost instantly as the scythe weapon's tongue explored his body, tasting every inch of exposed skin. Kid felt like he was going to burst with all the sensations, surely feeling this good was impossible?

Soul pulled back slightly so the shinigami could pull off his shirt. He could feel himself twitch in response to his lover's ecstasy. He let his teeth nip gently at his ear and Kid moaned, his toes curling slightly.

"What?" Soul teased, grinning at Kid.

The shinigami actually growled slightly as he pulled Soul forward, kissing him forcefully on the lips. The scythe weapon melted into it as Kid flipped him over, switching their positions again. The shinigami pulled off Soul's sweatpants easily, leaving him in his boxers. He felt almost vulnerable as he was relieved of the last article of clothing. His lover's yellow eyes had darkened with lust as he took in the scythe weapon's naked form. Kid was panting slightly as he pressed into Soul, the two of them pressed together as their tongues collided. Soul felt like his body was on fire as they ground into each other, the intense stimulations making him almost feel dizzy.

"I love you." The shinigami said quietly, staring intently at the other man.

"I love you too." Soul replied, wrapping his arms behind Kid's neck and threading his fingers into his hair.

The rest of the night was a blur of pure elation filled with sharp, staccato bursts of pleasure that sent them on wave after wave of euphoria. The feeling was so intense, the sensations building and building it was almost like torture, albeit one that they didn't want to end. Their moans intermingled with each other, as the stars shone through Soul's bedroom window.

Afterwards they lay together, their fingers entwined.

They stayed that way for several moments, both of them content to lay in comfortable silence, listening to each other's soft breathing.

For the first time since their trial at the mansion, they both felt satisfied, dark memories and nightmares receding to the backs of their minds. Soul wrapped his arms around the shinigami once again, has face buried in the other man's messy hair. Kid sighed peacefully, a smile on his face.

Soul smirked evilly. "I've tossed our clothes all over your attempt at making my room symmetrical."

Kid frowned. "I guess I'll have to stick around longer to fix it."

Soul could find no complaint to that idea.

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"Soul, I'm home!" Maka called out, closing the door behind her. She looked around, checking to see if her partner was asleep. She didn't want to wake him, he had looked dreadful the night before.

She slowly opened the man's bedroom door, poking her head inside.

"Oh my..." She whispered quietly, taking in the two sleeping forms in front of her. A small trickle of blood ran down her nose as she closed the door behind her with a small click.

She leaned up against the closed door.

"It's about time." She smiled.

The End?

A/N: And so that's the end! I'd just like to thank everyone who stuck with this even though I "killed" off most of the characters. I know a lot of people wanted to stop reading when that started happening and I thank you for sticking with it.

I hope that it all makes sense now and that the twist was enjoyable. This has been my brain child for quite awhile and I'm happy to share it with such amazing people. :)

I struggled a lot with who to make seme. When I started writing this I liked seme-Kid, something that it seems not many other people like, haha. However, since then I've expanded my horizons, I could say, and now I really don't care whose on top so long as they're together. Since I know preferences can ruin the story for some people, I decided to make it ambiguous and let you imagine whoever you preferred to be on top. And apologies if the love scene sucked, I don't have much experience writing it (only reading it XD).

I am considering a sequel, I haven't decided yet. This time though, I will make sure to fully write it before I start posting, heh heh. Let me know if you guys would be interested in one.

Thanks again so much for reading (and waiting)! XD