Hiiro's POV

"Hey, Cody." I greeted my friend and co-worker. He waved and got back to work on the bright, but battered, mustang. I removed my purple Death City jacket from my arms, tied it around my waist, grabbed my favorite wrench (yes, I have a favorite wrench. Get over it.), and slid it into my belt loop.

I had an old an old Mitsubishi Diamante to fix up, and it wasn't going to be quick. I had about six-eighths of work done. Lying back on the creeper (A/N in mid-sentence: No, not THAT kind… Google mechanic's creeper if you're that dumb), I rolled underneath the car and held my wrench up to the loose bolt. The wrench turned with the bolt in my hand, and I looked around the underside to see if there were any other problems besides the radio's wiring.

"Hey, Scarlet!" Cody called, "I'll be in the back if you need anything!"

"M-kay!"

Only Cody was allowed to call me Scarlet anymore. Well, him and my family of course. After I had come back from Death City during summer vacation when I was fourteen, I had pretty much changed my name to Hiiro. Cody always called me Hiiro when we weren't working. But, in the mechanic's shop that we share, both of us were all business. This meant BFF nicknames were a no-no.

Two years ago, Cody and I decided to open up a mechanic's shop. We were both skilled in fixing things, so why not get paid for it? We split the money evenly, based on who did what for what customer. Lately we were getting paid separately, working on separate cars or motorcycles, etc. We were the only good mechanics in town that didn't scam people for their money. I'm not joking here. It was us, and three other shops. The other three ripped people off, and got more money for what it was worth. We were getting more business than the other guys. In all honesty, I think they were a bit jealous. I mean, I'm a freaking girl. And I'm a better mechanic than most of them combined. It was just Cody and me in the shop, the others had at least five to six guys working there.

Back to what was currently happening. I ended up finding a few more loose nuts and bolts, and one of the tires was almost flat. As I was tightening the last of them, someone kicked my foot.

"Yeah?"

"Yo, you gotta come look at my motorcycle," a male voice said.

"Okay, gimme a minute."

"No, girly. Come see what the problem is now."

Still underneath the Mitsubishi, I pointed my wrench in the direction of the voice. "Listen, buddy, I know you want your bike fixed, but ya don't have to be such a dick."

"Oh? So I ride all the way out here from Nevada to come visit an old friend, and she calls me a dick!"

A realization hit me, and my eyes widened. I sat up quickly, and my head hit the bottom of the car.

"AH, FUCK!" I yelled loudly.

I rolled out from underneath the car, rubbing my head. I squinted against the sun, and stood up. My mouth gaped open a little, and a smiled spread across my old friend's lips.

"Soul!" I shouted, and ran into his open arms.

I could feel muscles under his shirt, and a tingle went down my spine. We pulled away, and I beamed for no reason.

"Hey, it's great to see you again. Do you still go by Hiiro?" he asked.

"Damn right, I do. Pretty much my real name."

Soul chuckled. I took him in. In the nine years I hadn't seen him, he'd changed physically. He was now four inches taller than me, well-toned, and more of a man than the boy I remembered. Even his clothes were more mature; a casual black button-down that showed a bit of his stomach with rolled up sleeves, dark blue jeans, and red sneakers. His hair, always in a headband when I knew him, was just as spiky and colorless as always, but no headband.

"How's Maka?" I asked eagerly.

He motion behind him with his head. "Ask her yourself."

I looked behind him and, sure enough, Maka was there, leaning against his orange motorcycle. She ran and hugged me tightly. She'd matured to.

"Not the flat-chested shrimp I remember." I told her with a giggle. Her face turned the lightest shade of red.

"Not flat-chested, but still a shrimp! Maka's wearing heels." Soul told me, laughing.

I looked down, and on her feet were pink gingham sandals with thick two-inch heels. The pink matched her pink short sleeved jacket that covered her orange tank top, layered over a pair of denim shorts. Her hair had grown too, now reaching her mid-back.

"Well, I guess the same could go for you, Hiiro." she said with a smile.

It was true. I had grown since then, in height, curves, and… chestal areas, and my wardrobe changed too; a black tank top with a blue fishnet crop tee over it, khaki cargo capris, but my usual black hi-tops. I had cut my chocolate hair a little, and kept it in a choppy ponytail that reached just below my shoulder blades, and I wore steampunk looking goggles with blue traps on top of my head.

"Cody! Get your ass out here! We've got important company!" I called to the back.

"Coming!" he responded.

He emerged from his "office," as he called it, and stopped mid-stride when he saw Soul and Maka.

"No way!" he said, a smile cracking on his face. He ran to us, and gave Soul a quick hug, and squeezed Maka to him. Soul and I smirked to each other as our blonde friends enveloped each other in nine years missed of hugs in one big, long one.

"I knew he had a thing for her-"

"I knew she had a thing for him-"

We whispered to each other at the same time. I giggled at that. Some things never change, like me and Soul talking simultaneously about pretty much the same thing.

A/N…

And that was the first chapter of the sequel. It gets actiony, don't worry! That's all!

Same old love with bunnies!

~Winter Rose