So, I've decided to put a little Kid x Maka in here because I actually kind of ship it more than Kid x Soul. I really only did a Kid x Soul story in the first place off of requests, though I have to say, it's a lot of fun writing this story ;) 

Soul's (From the original world this story is from, obviously) POV

I woke up on Blair's couch in the middle of the night, coughing, and then noticing, I was breathing, and it kind of hurt...

Wait.......

Was I alive again?

Was everything I just thought about a dream?

If it was, then why the hell am I in Blaire's house?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard stirring next to me. I looked over and saw Maka and Black Star starting to get up as well.

"What the hell? I thought we were dead!" Black Star exclaimed.

"Obviously not anymore. Question is, how did we get back to life." I pointed out.

Just then, Blaire walked in. She looked like she had been crying before she had come in the room, and barely managed to stop herself from crying, but the second she layed her eyes on us she started bawling again/

"Blaire? Why are you crying?" Maka asked her.

"B-Because when I raised you all from the dead I didn't know the consequences..." She said.

"What consequences?" I asked. "And your the one who raised us from the dead?"

"Yeah." Blaire said. "And I did it by completing a ritual that required shinigami blood. When I did the ritual, I kind of took some of Kid's blood while he was sleeping, so he didn't know about it, because I wanted to be able to surprise everyone with you guys, but I didn't know that Kid would be punished for having his blood used in the ritual...."

"Wait what the hell happened to Kid??" I asked worriedly.

"H-he got sent to another universe to kill another version of himself, and he might loose his shinigami powers." Blaire exclaimed. "And I don't know how long it's going to take, if he can even make it back."

All I could do was stare at her wide eyed. I get that she didn't mean to get Kid into that kind of trouble, but it doesn't change that she got him punished for something he didn't do. I felt angry at her, but at the same time I felt heartbroken. The main reason I wanted to come back to life in the first place was to be with Kid again, and as soon as I get back to life, he's gone, and nobody knows when he's coming back.

Back to the other world

Kid 2's (The Evil Kid shall now be known as Kid 2) POV

I looked around the city, admiring how the people had become, even though a small part of me knew it was all wrong, though I always kind of just told that small part of me that wanted to be good to just shut up. I had no use for turning back now. Asura had control of me for so long that being like this was practically permanent.

I remembered one of my last moments before I started to be taken over by Asura. It was when my father jumped in front of that shot to save me......

After that, though, my soul practically belonged to Asura.

I remembered telling Black Star something just before we actually started fighting Asura together, but the second Maka and Soul were a part of the fight, I turned on them. At the time, none of it was willingly, but now, I couldn't imagine not doing it. The world as I knew it now seemed perfect to me. The old me would have always bugged about the lack of symmetry, or the lack of balance between good and evil, but not anymore. I even killed someone I used to call a friend, in attempt to kill the girl I used to love...

Who am I kidding? I thought, That small part of me that still wants to be good, it only wants to be good because I still love her...

I couldn't figure out why I still had feelings for Maka, I hadn't seen her in two years with the exception of the day I killed Soul. She had rejected me so many times, yet for some reason I seemed so fixated on loving her. God knows though, if there was any possible way to reverse what's happened to me, it would involve her.

But I didn't want any of what happened to be undone. That's why I almost killed her. I couldn't take back what I did, so why the hell not embrace it? I rarely missed them anymore anyway, and I've made a new group of friends. Even though I couldn't say I don't love Maka still, I found a girlfriend, though the relationship was mainly being held up by her.

I looked up and saw that the clouds were getting dark, like it was about to rain. I went home, not to the manor I used to live in, but a new home. It was much smaller, and way less symmetrical, but oddly enough, I didn't care about that. It was cozier, and sometimes, it felt more like a home than the manor ever did.

I lay my head down on my bed, and tried to sleep, and I heard rain start to hit the roof of the house. Every time I heard the sound of rain hitting the roof, it was comforting, up until a couple of weeks ago. I decided to try to ignore the rain hitting the roof, and just get to sleep.

Which caused me to practically relive why the sound of rain wasn't comforting to me anymore.

I saw Black Star and Maka with Tsubaki and Soul in their hands. The rain was beating down on the three of us, and it seemed like we all just stood there in silence for hours, though it was maybe a minute at most.

"Excalibur!" I yelled. (yes, my weapon is Excalibur. No, he's not as annoying as the one in the universe that the anime is set in.) As soon as I yelled Excalibur's name, the holy sword appeared in my hand. Maka and Black Star looked at me, and I could see a hint of fear in their eyes.

"What's wrong? Scared of a little sword? That's not the Black Star and Maka I knew." I mocked them.

" In your dreams!" Black Star yelled. "Why the hell would we be scared?"

"Maybe because Excalibur is the most powerful weapon in the world, so he's capable of more than a regular weapon like Soul or Tsubaki." I said. "And I don't even have to be anywhere near you to hit you with the way he works."

"I'm not scared of dying!" Black Star yelled, but looking at him, I could tell he was lying. His eyes were watering up, like I had just hurt him in the worst way possible, but in my opinion, he should have been over this by now. It had been two years since I betrayed my friends. "I don't care about dying if I'm fighting to get you to come back to us!"

"Stop being so foolish. There's no turning me back!"  I yelled, and I swung Excalibur. (If you don't remember how Excalibur works, when you swing him, it slices through the air). The direction I swung Excalibur was towards Maka. Before the light hit her, Soul had turned back to his normal form, jumping in front of Maka to protect her.

"SOUL!!!!" Maka screamed. She looked at Soul, who was now on the ground, with wide eyes.

That's when that one small part of me that still wanted to be their friend, or really more than that when it came to Maka, made me realize I just killed Soul, one of the first friends I had made at the DWMA.

Outwardly, I tried not to show that I cared. I knew after this no matter what happened, even if someone was able to make me a good person again, that there was no way in hell any of them would forgive me, not for this. Not much of me cared, but that one small part of me left, the small part of my old self that still existed, cared.

I've been like this too long, my soul's been corrupted with greed and anger, and because of that I can't easily turn back to who I used to be.

I turned around and left them alone, since they were too bust with Soul. I just walked away, not even bothering to see if he was okay, even though that part of me that cared was urging me to.

I shot up from my sleep. That same flashback had been playing in my head every time I went to sleep since it happened. Because of the rain that had been beating down on us at the time, it was hard to not think of it in the rain either. Every time I've heard rain beating down on the ground or the rooftops in the past couple of weeks, that's what I've thought of. I partially felt guilty, but at the same time I tried not to care. It's not like I could turn back time and go not kill Soul. What's done was done.

I've felt like I've been fighting a battle inside myself internally since that day, though. Like that small part of the old me that barely exists anymore is fighting to get my old self back now, and both sides of me are fighting hard.

Question is, which side will win?