Ahem, It is I, Pickles, The awesome writer-er person. And I have given you yet another awesome fanfiction. I would love it if you would review. It'd be nice. But no one is forcing you. No one is MAKING you. And, if you wish, I don't mind you're OC's ending up somewhere in this story. Because I love OC stories. If characters seem OOC please tell me. I will fix it then. Enjoy~

I growled in frustration. How was I going to explain to Maka that my cousin-who I hadn't seen in about 8 years- was coming to Death City to enroll at the academy? No, that'd be the easy part. The hard part was telling her that she was going to stay here for a few weeks. It was all nicely explined in the letter that convieniently was delivered today, the day she was coming.

Dearest Soul,

How's my awesome cousin doing? Anywho, I thought I, being your favoritest and only cousin, shall pay you a nice and kind visit!...No? You're not buying it? Psh...Figures. Whatever, so here's why I'm writing.

1) I could not find you're cell phone number on any online site (Yes I still stalk people)

2) I am coming to Death City, enrolling at the DWMA. And, since you're most likely wondering, I have recently (as in four years ago)found out I was a weapon. A sycythe, just like you! And even more recently, (as in three months ago) I decided to go tell our so LOVING family. And ya wanna know what they did? DISOWNED me! THEY thought they could just DISOWN me for being a weapon. It's so depressing! Whatever, I never liked them anyway.

But, back to the point, I decided I would just go stay with you untill I found a place of my own. Oooooh, and get this! hehehehehehehehehehehe the jusdge for the disowny thing (you didn't think I would just LET them disown me, did you?) said I could only be disowned if I was given my share of the enheritance NOW. Then I argued and said, "But what about Soul?" Cause I mean you were practically disowned anyway, so shouldn't you get your cut? But, sadly, they said no. But, I stole about three thousand for ya last night :) I have not changed my ways, sure hope you haven't. If you are the way you were when we were seven, you are a the coolest cousin ever. Yes, mr cool, I have finally decided to give in to your coolness.

Well, that about does it, soulie...wait, what was I talking about? Oh! Yeah, I'll probably be there in about a week. See you soon cuz!

Your fellow outcast,

Airi

PS.- If someone else is reading this, I would advise you give it to Soul right away, unless you want your liver to be cut out slowly and eaten by my wolf for brekfast. Yeah, now go give it to Soul you crazy stalking bastard...

I sighed as I read it once again. She really hadn't changed. We had been the weird ones in the family, the ones who couldn't play well enough. We were the ones getting into fights, always winning. She was only a year younger than me, but we were close. I had loved her like a sister. She was the only one in the whole family that understood me. But then her parents screwed up big time and took her away to somewhere in France or something. I guess they must have moved back after I left.

And yes, she was a stalker. When she couldn't find information, she freaked. She needed to know, she always needed to know. And she constantly came up with threats. Somehow, her mind couldn't think of nstant ideas, but of course she could always think of slow and painfull ways for people to die. That's what scared my parents. Airi and I would be talking, and then all of a sudden she would get an idea for death as soon as my parents walked in. I remember one time when we were just playing a dumb video game.

"Soul! How dare you kill my person! You wil die a slow and painfull death. First your heart will stop pumping for a full minute, then it will erupt in harsh beating, causing you to scream in pain. You will feel excrushiating pain before someone slices a gint X in your the blood will come gushing out, but no one will even stab you to stop the pain. All of your blood will pool out from underneath you as you beg and beg for the bullet to go straight to your head, and then they'll have to carry you're dying body to the morge, and then stick you're still bleeding figure into one of the b-"

She was interupted by my mother passing out. I laughed along with her as my father rushed up to her.

I laughed out loud to this. My mother was frightened of her ever since, even suggested a theropist. Anyway, how was I supposed to tell Maka? I could just wait untill she knocked on the door...It seemed either way there were multiple Maka-Chops in the future. Tell her now, wait till later... Eh, I'd wait till later.

Maka

I was just sitting quietly on the couch reading. I guess I didn't hear the knocking on the door, because soon Soul was answering it.

I heard a loud thump and truned away from my book. The door was open, and Soul was tackled by some extremely blonde girl. She had almost white hair, it was so blonde.

She was laughing when I came over to give her Maka-Chop. I stopped when I realized she wasn't a threat. Soul was laughing nervously.

"Hey, Airi, not cool..." he muttered. I smiled slightly. I put the book down and pried the girl off of Soul. She was very light, surprisingly. She squirmed against me.

"Hey! Get off of me you...you...ugh! You will die in a way worse than Soul! You will be skewered alive, then burried! The blood will slowly creep from your body to the soil as you suffocate slowly! Yes! And then ten years later your soul will still remain there! And it will forever live in the hells of-" She was cut off by Soul putting a hand over her mouth. I raised my eyebrows. What did this girl just say?

There was a cry of pain as Soul jerked his hand away. "Ow! You didn't have to bite me!"

I looked at the blonde who was now on the couch. She smiled. "Actually, I did."
"Your fangs frikin hurt!"

"Deal with it!" she suck her tongue out childishly at Soul. I was lost.

"Uhhhhh..." I said, not sure what to do. Both of their heads snapped to me.

"Oh, yeah uh Maka. I guess I forgot to tell you my cousin was coming to stay for a while..." Soul muttered. I had a feeling he didn't 'forget', as he claimed. I slammed a book down on his skull.

"You idiot! Why didn't you tell me you had a cousin!" I screamed at him. He rubbed his head.

"Ow..." he muttered. The girl looked amused. I turned to her woth a warm smile.

"Maka Albarn, nice to meet you!" I stuck my hand out to her. She slapped it in the palm and shook hers with mine.

"Airi Evans, Pleasure to meet your aquaintance." We dropped our hands and both turned to the beaten up Soul. There were two red wounds on his hand from where Airi bit him. I lughed and went into the bathroom for some disinfectant.

Airi

I laughed shortly after Maka left. I grinned at my cousin, who was staring in awe at me. I had meant to say something clever about the girl in his house, but the look was disturbing. "What?" I questioned. He shook his head.

"Since when the hell were you hot?"

I laughed. I guess he was right. I had grown to a nice size, including chest wise. I had a nice ass, I had to admit. And pretty decent legs. My dark blue skirt showed them off pretty well. I was slightly curvy, not just a skinny tree trunk. My whitish colored hair was thin and fell to just beneath my shoulders. I had a big chunk of my bangs covering my right eye. My eyes were a blood red, like Soul's. And my face wasn't too round or too thin. I guess in a way I was hot.

"Haven't I always been hot?" I questioned innocently. He pulled out a picture of me when I was seven. Where the hell did that come from?

I was smiling up at the camera, my red eyes batting. I had the same color hair, just slightly less curled. I had on a small white dress, which really showed that I had no chest at all. And I was extremely short. I thought I looked cute as a kid.

"Hahahahahahah!" I began to laugh. But I guess I wasn't hot. That would be wrong. Just wrong.

He laughed with me. I missed my cousin so much. I remember when he told me he was a weapon, then disappeared. I was extremely sad then. I never even heard anything from him. Stupid parents taking me to France...

I gave him another smothering hug and watched as he blushed. "Oooooooh, so you blush now, do you?" I asked while licking the tips of my fangs. I loved my fangs. I didn't know why I had them, like I never knew why Soul had all pointy teeth.

He blushed even more. I laughed and skipped around the room. I always skipped. It was a habbit. I couldn't stop, just like I couldn't stop playing the guitar. It was so sad...

"I think Soulie's gone soft...Maybe a certain girl did this to him? Ah yes...Must be little Maka..." I mused while skipping. His blush seemed to go even deeper. I laughed. "Soulie's gotta girlfriend, Soulie's got a girlfriend, Soulie's gotta-" He stuck his leg out and I fell face first into the carpet. "Ow..."

He laughed and I glared at him. A sudden death popped into my mind. "You! You will be cooked slowly by ogres, and they won't even listen to you're screams as-"
"Oh shut it."
"Hey! You cannot Shush me! I will shush you!" I took pride in one of my many talents and a sword appeared in my hand. Did I mention I was also twin swords, a mace, and a chain scythe along with being a scythe? I didn't? Oh, well now you know. I smiled evilly. His eyes widened.

"How the hell can you do that! I thought you were a scythe!" He shouted, runing away. I laughed.

"I forgot to mention I also have a few other powers. Did you know that my father's side of the family had quiete a few weapons? Guess I got lucky!" I swung the sword at him, but hit a random vase instead. "Shit!" I screeched. The vase wobbled and crashed to the floor. I laughed nervously, rubbing my neck. "Aheh, hehe, uhhhhhh..."

"So not cool," Soul muttered.

Maka walked in and looked at the mess. My eyes widened in terror. Oh no! Run! I ran out of the room just as Maka was yelling something about roughhousing to Soul. Hehe, eight years later and he still gets blamed for everything. Wow, he really didn't change. I stopped in front of the room I assumed was his. I ran into a boyish looking room. Yeah, it was his.

I hid in the closet, waiting for one of them to come find me. But they can't find me if I was in weapon form and under blankets. I smiled and went to chainscythe mode after wrapping a blanket over myself. I heard the door open in my weapon form, then shut once again. I returned to my human form.

"Airi!" Soul's voice echoed through the room. I giggled silently. "Dammit, Airi, I'm so not taking the blame AGAIN!" I couldn't help it anymore. I burst out laughing. The door opened once again to see a very angry Soul. I couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahahaha you should have...hahahhahahahahaha ...seen you're...hahahahahahaha!" I couldn't talk straight. If there was one thing that I could do, it was laugh. I laughed at almost everything. Including pain.

Soul picked me up by the front of my shirt and started shaking me. I still didn't stop laughing. WAit when did he get so strong? He was such a wimp when we were kids. Huh. I stopped laughing. He stopped shaking me. "Now," he started, already dragging me back to the living room, "You are going to tell Maka that I did NOT brake that vase. You can learn what a Maka-Chop feels like."

I retorted, "Who buys a vase to put in their house anyway? Mom and dad had several. Hell, even your parents had vases. What's the point of them?"

He didn't answer, only shoved me in front of a expecting Maka. I gave a faint smile. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Maka..." Soul smirked. I glared at him. "I'm sorry that Soul was stupid enough to tell me to shut up! It's all his fault, Maka, I swear! I was only trying to grab the vase when it broke. He ran right past it! But seriously, why did you buy such a brakeable vase?"

Maka's eye was already waving his arms frantically. "Ahhhh! MAKA! DON'T LISTEN TO HER! SHE'S AN IMPULSIVE LIAR! ONCE SHE CONVINCED A CARNIVAL ATTENDANT SHE WAS A MIGIT SO SHE COULD GET ON A ROLLER COASTER!"

Maka sighed and went to pick up the broken vase, mumbling, "Immature brats..."

I glared at her. "I am so not immature! Soulie is the immature one!" I shouted pointing at the boy. His eyes got big.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Shut up Airi!"

"What did I say about telling me to shut up!" I screeched and lunged on him again. I saw a black and red blade come out just below my wrist. But one of his arms turned into the same blade. I blinked in surprise. I had never seen him in weapon form. I started to falter in my motives. His scythe arm was starting to go towards my flesh.

"You wouldn't." I glared at him. This wasn't the Soul I knew. He wouldn't hurt me for anything. I wasn't scared really, he just caught me off gaurd.

"You're right, I wouldn't. But you would. Now get the hell off of me!" I was shoved off of him, both of our blades gone. I laughed.

"Ya know, I think Maka relly has softened you up. I mean-" a pain went through my skull. "Ahhhh! What the hell!" I screeched at the blushing girl. How did Soul manage to link his soul with hers? She was so VIOLENT! "Jeez Maka! You didn't need to scatter my brain cells! I don't have enough of those as it is!"

I could see Soul roll his eyes and smirk. I glared at him. I didn't use my simple glare, oh no, I used my death glare. The one I gave my ex-parents when they told me to do something. The one that made Soul's brother pee himself. Soul's eyes got wide and the smile disappeared. I smirked in satisfaction.

"Well, miss Maka, whatcha making for supper?" I grinned at her. She sweat dropped. Yes, I loved food just as much as my cousin. Must be why we had such carnivorous teeth. I laughed and skipped to the kitchen.

Maka made yummy food. I found myself making a bet with Soul on who could finish theirs first. And I won by sixty seconds. PLUS I kept a perfect posture the whole time. I laughed as I waiting for him to finish his spaghetti. He glared at me.

"I win! "I cried happily. "And I didn't even slouch! Having a rich family has it's perks." I started humming while watching Soul and Maka eat. Maka was eating slowly, not really talking. It was getting akward.

Finally, after both Soul and I had finished, Maka started talking. "So Airi, why exactly are you here? Soul didn't tell me." She shot a look at him. He shrugged. I laughed.

"My wonderfull family decided they no longer needed a daughter! All they need is Wes. Stupid, arrogant, ugly Wes." Soul laughed at this. We both despised his brother. He was always getting in the way, always earning BOTH our parents' favor. Of course he got everything. He was the freaking oldest.

Maka gave a questioning look to Soul. He again shrugged. I wondered just how much Soul told his meister about his family. I was extremely disappointed he didn't mention me. Pshh, everywhere I went I BRAGGED about him. And he didn't so much as mention me.

"So, now I'm staying here. I'll most likely have a nice apartment in about a week or so. I'll sleep on the couch, blah blah blah. And, I guess I'll have to find a meister... oh and Soul?" I asked him curiously. He loooked up at me. I grinned. "I am SO becoming a death scythe before you!"

His eyes narrowed. "How? You haven't even collected a soul!"

I shook my finger. "Nuh, uh, uh! I have killed at least thirty kishin souls on my own. How far are you two?" I asked innocently. Maka answered right away.

"48. We would have been further if someone would have realized that the stupid soul had ears..." She glared at Soul. I sensed a fight.

"What? What happened to 'As the Meister, I'll take responsability'?"

"You're the one who ate the damn soul!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know Blair was only a cat?"

"Makaaaaaaa...Chop!"

"Ow! Dammit Maka!"

"Who's Blair?" I quietly said.

As if on cue, a girl with purple hair and ears opened the door. "I'm hooo~ooome!"

She spotted me when she came into the kitchen. I got a glare. "Who's this girlie? Oh no! She's come to take my scythie boy!" She went over and glomped Soul into a breasty hug. I laughed at his nosebleed. Maka gave him another Maka-chop. I couldn't stop laughing.

Suddenly I was given a Maka-Chop myself. I screamed again. Then one of my blades appeared in my hand. "Die!" I started slicing at the meister, who dodged expertly. I repeated what I said before faster and faster. "Die die die !" I contnued to swish at her. But Soul got in the way. "Soul! Move! I'm TRYING to kill your MEISTER HERE!" I struggled against his grip. Damn he really did get strong.

"Don't kill my meister." He grumbled. Holy shit! Since when was he so protective!

I made fake tears form in my eyes. "Soul, you're hurting me..." I whined out. This was how I got out of situations when we were kids. His eyes widened and he instantly let go.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled wide. "Thanks Soul!" I skipped out of the room. I could hear him slightly as I ventured into his room. "Dammit! Fell for it again!" I laughed manically.