I was left… mother took me with her when she left him. But not long after she died from the poison she thought she could run away from. I was taken away again and sent to an orphanage. Soon they realized who I really am. That's when they started selling me for money. Luckily not for sex… Once I found out how to get back home I ran. I'm finally back after 14 years. I'm walking up the steps of DWMA. There are happy people all around me. All I am is scared. Will he believe me when I tell him…

"Hey Kid," I turn my head to see a white haired boy with blood red eyes staring back at me.

"Who are you?" I realize this boy must think I'm my brother.

"Kid? It's me… Soul… woah Kid you… you have boobs man! What the hell happened?" This "Soul" guy was stepping closer to me staring at my boobs. I step back slowly and start running up the stairs. The white haired boy just watched me as I ran. I opened the large doors, making a large slam happen behind me. I soon realize this was a big mistake because now everyone is staring at me. Then the room is filled with loud whispers.

"Is that Kid?", "Did he grow his hair out?", "Does he have boobs?"

I started running again trying to find his room. I could feel him close. Then in the middle of my sprint down the hall I smack into a tall dark figure. I look up slowly to see his round skull mask, which in a strange way looked happy.

"P..Papa…" I look up at him with happy years in my eyes.

"Dee Dee," He picks me up with his large, white hands and at that point, no matter how old I am now, I was in love with this happy feeling that was now welling up inside.

"P..Papa I missed you so much," I cried harder trying to let out each word.

"It's okay Dee… papa is here," he hugs me hard one last time before putting me down again. "I think we should go home and see your brother… how does that sound?" I nod my head happily and wipe my tears as Lord Death, or as some call him Shinigami Sama, held my hand as we walked out of the DWMA and back home.

(BACK HOME)

I look around and smile, "Everything looks the same, except… why is this place so symmetrical?"

"That would be because symmetry is beautiful and anything that is symmetrical is beautiful."

I turn quickly to see my pompous brother in his black and white suit and a confused look on his face. Soon that confusion is replaced with a smile and he runs up to me and hugs me.

"B..brother?" I cry softly on his shoulder. I hadn't seen him in 14 years. And somehow I knew it was him. Just like he knew it was me. Our similar white stripes telling us it was true.

"Who is this Kid?" I look up to be face to face with 2 blond girls. One with short hair who was clapping and laughing at lord knows what. The other blond had longer hair and a more serious look on her face.

"Liz, Patty I want you to meet my twin sister, Death the Girl." I smile and wave at the 2 girl before being crushed in a hug by both of them.

"It's so nice to finally meet you! When did you get here? We should totally take you shopping! I love your hair! Do we have to call you girl?" Both the sisters asked at the same time. All Kiddo-onii chan could do was give a tiresome sigh while father joined in on my bone crushing hug.

"C..can't b..breath," It felt good to be so loved. I couldn't be happier…I take that back. I would be even more happy if I could breath.

"S..sorry Girl," Liz said before letting go, along with her sister.

"It's okay," I smile at their apologetic faces. "By the way, you can call me Dee Dee or Dee… I hate being called Girl," they both smile at me and grab my hand.

"We are going to be best friends Dee but… YOU NEED A MAKEOVER!"

(5 hours later)

We walk back into the house with a ton of bags in our hands… all of them for me. I walk into my room…the room that waited for me for years, collecting dust. Liz and Patty put my bags at my door and wave goodbye as I close the door. I unpack the bags and put everything away. I start shaping my bedroom into my style… less symmetrical if you know what I mean. I put everything where I could find it. I put a stack of papers at my desk and fill a cup of pencils near it. I always liked writing… and now I had the freedom to do it. I striped out of my clothes and lay naked on my bed. I trace a finger on my scars and let the memories sink in.

(Flashback)

"I…I'm sorry," I'm crying in pain from the sting of his hits.

"You dumb girl, you can't do anything right," He pulled my hair and dragged me into the darkness. I'm in the dark. I'm crying. I'm begging. But no one can hear my loud cries for help.

(Flashback over)

I shudder and get under the covers, "Maybe one day I will forget… maybe…"

My eyes slowly close as I fade into a dreamless sleep