A sound soul,

Dwells within a sound mind,

And a sound body.

Death the Kid, son of Lord Death himself, blinked in his haze of sleep. He stared at the light blue orbs staring into his very own golden orbs, before rubbing his left eye. When he dropped his hand back down, he watched eyelids fall over the light blue orbs, before rising once more.

"Patty," he began, continuing to stare and decide whether he was still asleep or not. "why are you sitting so close to me?" He heard the blonde giggle before she moved her face away from Kid's, sitting cross-legged on his bed. Patty Thompson, one of Kid's closest friends and weapon, grinned wildly as she sat on Kid's bed.

"Good morning, Kid! Did you sleep good?"

Kid mumbled something that Patty couldn't quite make out, before laying back down on his white pillow and saying, "I slept fine. Where's Liz?" He rolled over onto his right side and closed his eyes slowly, hearing Patty reply, "She's downstairs making breakfast." Hopping off the bed, the young blonde tottered over to Kid's face and leaned in close to it, asking, "Are you alright, Kid?"

"I'm fine, Patty. Just tired."

"You shouldn't have been up reading so late then, silly!" She laughed loudly as she knocked her fist against Kid's forehead gently and stated loudly, "I'll go tell Liz you'll be down in a bit!" Skipping from the room, she chanted happily, "Breakfast time, breakfast time, time for breakfast!"

Sighing heavily, Kid opened his eyes and sat up once again. He yawned loudly, placing a hand over his mouth as he rubbed his left eye with the other. Sitting in silence for a few moments, he looked out the giant window behind him. It engulfed most of the wall and allowed Kid to look outside at the sky and the sun. Feeling a small smile rise on his lips, he looked back at his open door and muttered, "Might as well go downstairs for some breakfast..." Yawning once again, he heard Patty shout loudly, "KID! BREAKFAST IS ON THE TABLE!"

Kid dragged his tired, heavy body from the bed and walked out of the room. He rubbed his right eye as he wandered into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Looking in the mirror, he felt his eye twitch. Kid instantly began trying to pat down the right side of his bangs, which were sticking up like mad. Dropping his hand, he sighed in annoyance and mumbled, "I'll have to take a shower now then." Turning on the water of his white shower with black curtains, he looked around his symmetrical bathroom.

Looking back at the shower, he mumbled, "No matter how many times I look at this bathroom it still makes me think of Patty and Liz's first day living here." His eyes danced over to the two pink towels resting on the towel rack behind the door, shaking his head softly. He grabbed his black towel from the middle of the two towels, folded it a few more times, before placing it back on the rack.

"There," he began. "now the towels on the towel rack are symmetrical as well." Smiling gently, he continued to stare at the two pink towels and murmured, "Their first day here..." Shaking his head to forget the thought, he turned back to his shower and began slipping off his white shirt.

Memories of the First Encounter!

Whose Tears Are Shed in the Moonlight?

"Hey Liz, I found some money and the keys to this dumbass' house."

Liz Thompson grinned as she looked over at her younger sister, the blonde holding onto a wallet and a key ring. She tossed them to the brunette, who quickly caught them both and skimmed through the wallet.

"Fifty will get us some good food and a few packs of cigarettes." Liz stated, placing a hand on her younger sister's shoulder and saying, "You did a good job, Patty."

Patty Thompson, the youngest of the Thompson sisters, grinned slyly as she lit her latest cigarette. Tossing the lit match onto the ground, she smothered the flame beneath her heel and murmured, "I say we steal a little bit more cash so we can get enough for some dessert too." Liz nodded, adding, "We could always just steal the dessert, Patty. It's no big deal." She snickered as she lit one of her own cigarettes and watched Patty breath out a puff of smoke.

The two began to walk down the dark alley, Liz busy finding anything else in the wallet they had stolen. However, when Patty stopped abruptly, Liz stopped as well. She looked at her sister, quickly shoving the wallet into her back pocket, before whispering, "What? Did he come back for his wallet?"

Patty shook her head and an evil, angry smile took over her lips as she hissed, "You'll never believe who's walking this way, sis." Liz stepped closer to Patty, peering out of the alley and feeling her own cruel smile grow. "No way," she began, looking at Patty, who nodded eagerly. "It's Lord Death's kid, Patty!"

The two sisters quickly hid in the darkness and listened to the footsteps grow louder and closer. Liz drew her knife as Patty got ready to attack the male. Every footstep made Liz's heart beat faster and faster, until she was afraid that it would scare off Lord Death's son. Finally, the moment came where Patty grabbed onto the boy's shirt collar and slammed him against the wall of the alley. Liz instantly pressed the knife to Kid's neck as Patty began searching him for money.

"So," Liz began, sneering as she spoke. "Lord Death's son has come all the way out here. What an idiot! Don't you know it's dangerous to come around here in the dark? Especially with the Thompson sisters on the prowl." Patty removed a wallet from the boy's pocket and grinned eagerly, glaring into his eyes. "Found your money."

The boy didn't move, merely stood there and stared at the two in silence. He shifted slightly, looking over at Liz and asking, "What is it that you hope to obtain by stealing from people?"

Liz snickered as she snapped, "You wouldn't understand. You're a Grim Reaper and the son of Lord Death. You've had everything you've ever needed right in the palm of your hand for your entire life. It's sickening!"

"You didn't answer the question." The boy stated calmly, staring into Liz's eyes with no emotion. Liz flinched slightly, but was beginning to grow irritated and angry. She assumed that this "rich-boy" was mocking her, making fun of her for the way she lived, the life that she was tossed into. She didn't ask for this life! She didn't ask to be abandoned by her mother and live on the streets with her younger sister! She wanted a family, a life, and somewhere that she could be happy, but that wasn't going to happen. After all, she was just a "street-mutt", nothing more. There was no way that she would ever be happy, unless she continued to steal.

"Me and my younger sister want a house soon. So we're stealing money for that and food." She moved a little closer to the boy, hissing, "If you try to stop us, I'll kill you right now!" The boy continued to show no fear or any signs of running away. He nodded as Liz finished speaking and replied, "Well, I could give you a place to stay."

Liz felt her anger beginning to boil over as she shouted, "Stop mocking us, dammit! Just because you have all the money in the world doesn't mean that we're any different from you!"

The boy stayed silent as Patty snapped, "I've got everything he had on him, Liz." She froze as her eyes came across the silver skull ring on the boy's right hand. She looked over at Liz and stated calmly, "Liz, how much do you think one of those rings would go for?"

Liz followed her eyes and grinned, replying, "If I had to guess, I'd say about one-thousand dollars, Patty." Patty began to laugh as she reached for his hand and grimaced angrily when the boy pulled his hand away. He quickly hid his hands behind his back and growled, "You can have these if you do me a favor."

Liz snickered as she snapped, "Please! Why the hell would we do YOU a favor?"

"You have to be my weapons."

Both of the Thompson sisters froze as they stared into the boy's golden eyes. Patty was the first to growl, "How do you know we're weapons?"

"I've watched you for a while now. I've seen your technique; one sister is used as a weapon as the other wields her. You're known throughout this entire city as the greatest thieves around, but are dangerous because of your ability to transform into weapons. It's amazing! Not only are you both the same weapon," the boy's eyes sparkled as his face lit up happily and he exclaimed, "but you're both perfectly symmetrical! If you were to be my weapons, we'd be perfect! We would be absolutely sym-!"

"SHUT UP!" Liz screamed, dropping her knife and gripping the boy's collar tightly. She sneered angrily, watching as the boy began to lose his breath. "What is wrong with you? Just shut the hell up already! Dammit, you should be shaking right now and begging for your life! Not standing here and talking about symmetry!"

The boy's face twisted into many different pained expressions as he tried to breath, instantly gripping Liz's wrists. He held onto her wrists tightly and felt her grip tighten on his collar.

Liz felt a twisted smile light up her face as she growled, "Oh, does this hurt?" She watched the boy close his eyes and try to breath, before snapping, "Patty, grab the rings!"

"NO!" The boy shouted suddenly, his eyes snapping open. He glared into Liz's eyes, snapping, "N-No...don't...d-dont take them! My body...I-I'll be...a-asymmetrical!" She cackled angrily as Patty quickly grabbed the boy's wrists tightly and removed the rings.

At that moment, the boy slammed his right foot into Liz's chest, watching as she fell backwards, her cigarette falling to the ground. He dropped to the ground and instantly began sucking in gulps of air, before looking over at Patty. She grabbed her knife and rushed towards the boy, who quickly dodged the attack and slammed his foot into her back, watching her collapse onto her face, her cigarette flying off somewhere as well.

Thinking quickly, the boy jumped onto Patty's back, reaching around her head to grab the rings from her hands. She growled angrily as she stood up, hoping to throw the boy off. However, the boy clung to her neck tightly, hanging onto Patty for dear life. She began spinning around in circles, reaching around her back to hit the boy.

"Liz, get him off me!" Patty shouted angrily, glaring at her older sister. Liz stood up from the ground and grabbed the boy, trying to pull him off of Patty's body. However, she stopped when Patty screamed, "ACK! CH-CHOKING ME!"

The boy took this moment to quickly snatch the rings from Patty's hands and slip them back on. Liz grimaced angrily, grabbed the back of the boy's collar, catching him off guard, and slammed him onto the ground. The boy yelped in pain loudly, closing his eyes and putting a hand on the back of his head. He sat up quickly and looked at the two girls. They both seemed extremely upset and aggravated now, causing the boy to move back and hold up his hands.

"Wait! I mean what I said earlier! I want you two to be my partners, my weapons! I can give you somewhere to live and as much food as you want! I promise!"

Liz made a loud, "tch", noise before growling, "Patty, let's finish this brat off."

"No." The blonde stated, looking at her older sister. "Liz, this kid is bringing up a pretty good offer. I think we should take it. We could have food, somewhere to live, and finally be rich! It's what we've always dreamed of!"

Liz stared at the boy, now looking at the two curiously and with little fear. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Do you still have his wallet?"

"Yep. Right here."

"And I've still got the other guy's wallet." She tilted her head to the side slightly, growling, "Show us where to go, brat, and we'll give you five days to try and impress us. If you can, we'll become your weapons. But if you can't, then we're stealing everything from you and leaving. Got it?"

The boy nodded and stood up quickly, brushing himself off. He stared at the two girls and felt a small smile posess his lips. He turned, walking off quickly, and stated, "Don't worry. I know I'll be able to impress the two of you. It won't be that hard."

Liz scowled angrily and growled, "Little brat." Patty stayed quiet, walking beside Liz and staring at the boy's back. She looked back at Liz, then at the young boy, realizing that this might just be the second chance they had always dreamed of.

"Welcome to my house!"

Liz and Patty felt their jaws drop as they stared at the large house around them. They looked over at the young boy, then back at the house. They began mumbling all kinds of letters and words, but none of the words the boy could make out.

"Here, let me show you to your rooms. Oh and please be sure not to touch anything! I like to have everything symmetrical and would like to keep it that way. That's the only rule that you'll have in this house."

"Don't touch anything?" Liz hissed.

"No. Keep everything symmetrical."

Liz twitched as she stared at the young boy, glaring holes into the backing of his head. She felt that this wasn't going to last very long and she could already see herself rushing from the large mansion, holding an armful of the boy's stuff.

Stopping at a nearby door, the boy pushed it open and said, "Here's your room, girls. The door to your left is the bathroom and the room after that is my room." He looked up at the two and said, "I'd be willing to give you both the full tour if that's what you want."

Patty smiled as she looked at the boy and replied, "Yeah, that'd be great! After a snack...?" The boy smiled back and replied, "If you were hungry, why didn't you say so?" He began walking away, but stopped when Liz blurted out, "Hey, what's your name anyway?"

Looking back at the two girls, the boy focused on them both and stated calmly, "My name is Death the Kid, son of Lord Death himself." The two girls nodded before Liz stated, "I'm Liz Thompson and this is my sister Patty Thompson." She glared at Kid and grumbled, "Who the hell named you something like that?" She was a little taken back when she watched Kid's smile fade. His hand instantly rose to the left side of his bangs, fiddling with the striped pieces before stating, "My father did, of course." He seemed to look rather upset, but neither of the girls spoke. This allowed Kid to regain his posture and stand up straight, saying calmly, "Well, let's go and eat something." He turned back around, heading towards the stairs and left the girls at the top of the stairs.

Liz looked over at Patty and met her light blue eyes with her own, smiling slightly. She wrapped her right arm around Patty's shoulders and leaned in towards her head, saying calmly, "We should go shopping, Patty! We're gonna need some new clothes now that we're staying here!" Nodding, the blonde replied happily, "Yay! Shopping!"

Later on that night, Liz yawned loudly as she stepped out of the bathroom. She tied her hair up in a bun before adjusting her pink tanktop. Sighing gently, she stood in the hallway, her hands resting on her hips and her eyes focusing on the wall. "I still can't believe we're in a house like this. It's crazy!" Rubbing her neck, she looked up and down the hallway before walking to her right. She continued to follow the hallway until she found stairs. Looking up them, she began to climb them towards the large living room area. When she enetered the large room, she smiled softly, seeing Patty sitting on the floor with her eyes glued to the televison and a bowl of popcorn in her hand.

Beside her, Kid lay on the flood, a book still open in his hand and his eyes closed. He was sleeping soundly as Patty sat quietly in her orange tanktop, light blue shorts, and pigtails.

"Hey Patty, this is a pretty nice place, isn't it?"

Patty looked up at Liz and grinned, saying happily, "Yep! It's really big and I like Kid!" Liz frowned at this, grumbling, "Yeah, but don't forget why he let us stay here, Patty. The only reason he's letting us into this house is so we can be his weapons. So he can use us. He's nothing but a stupid rich-boy, Patty." She glared down at Kid, avoiding Patty's sudden saddened look. Turning around, she growled, "I'm going to bed."

Patty immediately stood up and followed after Liz. She looked at her sister's back and stated calmly, "I don't think he's using us, Liz." Liz shook her head and replied sourly, "Please, Patty. They're all the same. I've seen it happen before and I know you've seen it too. The only reason he wants us here is so we can be used as his weapons. He doesn't care about us so stop thinking that, Patty." Patty frowned sadly and murmured, "Okay, sis." She looked back at Kid, before following Liz downstairs and walking towards their bedroom. She sighed gently and murmured, "I wonder if he'll let us stay here us for good..."

On the fourth day of the girls being there, Kid had bought them both matching outfits; red tops and blue bottoms. Liz was wearing a red tanktop, jeans, black boots, and a white and blue hat. Patty was wearing a red tanktop, jean shorts, black boots, and a white and blue hat. Both had agreed to wear the outfits because it appealed to both. However, Liz had not agreed to being Kid's weapon yet because he had yet to impress the young girls. She claimed that he still acted as though he were trying to use them for weapons, he didn't impress her in the way she wanted.

On the fifth and final day, Liz decided that enough was enough and Kid hadn't impressed them. Her and Patty had begun packing that very same morning, but were stopped when a knock came at their door. Liz grumbled something under her breath before opening the door and making eye contact with Kid. She placed her right hand on her hip as she asked, "What is it?"

Kid looked down at the ground and stated calmly, "I'm sorry I couldn't impress you." He then looked up at Liz's eyes confidently and stated, "But I won't let you leave this house. It's as I said before, I need weapons. You two are the only symmetrical people I've ever met an-!" He was cut off as Liz's hand made contact with Kid's left cheek. She glared at him and shouted angrily, "That's why we're not staying! We don't want to be used like we're tools! All you ever think about is yourself, Kid, and keeping us so that you can have symmetrical weapons! We're people too you know! And why should we take notes on symmetry from a kid who doesn't even have symmetrical bangs?"

Kid stared at Liz and looked back down at the ground, replying, "You should've let me finish." Clenching his hands into tight fists, he stated, "I need you as weapons...but I want you here, Liz. I enjoy both of your company. I enjoy spending time with you and talking with you." He felt his body trembling as he began thinking about the times they had spent together, the nights that they had all laughed and smiled with each other. It was nice to finally have someone around that acted like a friend. "You guys were my first friends," he continued, feeling a small smile rise on his lips. "and I don't want you two to go." Looking back up at Liz's eyes, he added, "But if you truly believe that I'm trying to use you both as a tool...then I'll allow you to leave. If you're not happy here, I don't mind if you leave." Turning on his heels suddenly, he walked down the hallway and into his room, locking the door behind him.

Liz stared at the door, feeling all kinds of emotions swirling around inside of her. However, she ignored them and glared angrily at the box in her hands. "Whatever." She snapped, looking back at Patty. "Come on, Patty! Let's grab some of his stuff and get the hell out of here." Patty stared at her sister and looked down at the box in front of her, saying sadly, "Okay..."

Later that night, Kid sat in his room. The moonlight streamed over his bed as he sat with his pillow against his chest and his knees hugged to his chest. He had his arms wrapped around his legs and his face in the pillow. It had been a total of seven hours since Patty and Liz had left and Kid hadn't left his room all night. It was already midnight and he was starving, but he ignored his growling stomach. Grabbing the left side of his bangs, he felt his lips quiver slightly. He looked down at his pillow, murmuring, "I can't help that my hair isn't symmetrical." He felt tears roll down his cheeks as he clutched them harder and continued, "It's not my fault. I never asked to be born this way." Sobbing into his pillow, he thought of Liz and Patty, whispering, "They never asked to be born onto the streets. Dammit. I wanted to help them...why couldn't I help them?" He clutched his pillow tightly and shook his head, muttering angrily, "Dammit. I can't do anything."

"Kid..."

Kid's head instantly snapped up, locking eyes with the Thompson sisters. He felt tears drip off his chin as his body trembled slightly and he asked, "D-Did...did you forget something?" He quickly began wiping off his tears, adding, "Why are you coming back so late?" He looked away from them, trying his hardest not to cry again.

Liz was the first to speak, saying calmly, "Kid...we want to come back." She looked at Patty, who quickly rushed over to Kid. She smiled at Kid brightly and said happily, "We want to live with you!" Kid looked up at her and asked, "Wh-What?" In a matter of seconds, Patty had her arms wrapped around his body, saying softly, "Liz never realized how close we had all gotten until we left. We've become family, Kid, and family doesn't leave each other."

Kid felt his eyes watering as Patty spoke. He began to hug her back, when he felt another pair of arms wrap around him. He heard Liz's voice whisper, "She's right. No matter how many times I tried, Kid, I just couldn't erase you from my head. You're like family to us both and I thank you for giving us this new life and family." Nodding, he smiled happily and began crying again, muttering softly, "Thank you...thank you for coming back." He chuckled softly as he added, "I'm so glad you came back." The girls smiled brightly as they whispered in unison, "Us too, Kid."

In half an hour, the three of them had all fallen asleep, Patty hugging Kid's left arm, Liz laying on the right side of Kid, and Kid laying in the middle. They slept peacefully and when the first streams of sunlight entered the room, Liz was the first to awake. She stared down at Patty and Kid, before smiling slightly and brushing a piece of Kid's hair aside. Her eyes instantly fell to his bangs and she frowned, remembering the words she had heard Kid speak.

'I can't help that my hair isn't symmetrical. It's not my fault. I never asked to be born this way.'

Liz continued to brush more of his hair with her fingers and murmured softly, "I've never heard someone cry so hard before." Shaking her head, she added, "And to think that it was about his hair. That's crazy. His hair is perfect just the way it is." Leaning down slowly, she kissed his forehead and stood up from the bed, stretching her arms into the air. She looked outside of the window and scratched her stomach.

"Liz," a voice spoke, cutting through the silence and making Liz jump. She looked over at Kid, who was looking at her with tired eyes. He smiled gently before continuing, "I love you both and...I'm glad that you chose to say." Liz felt her eyes widen as she listened to Kid. Staring into his golden eyes, she felt a smile rise on her lips as she stated happily, "I love you too, Kid." Walking over to the young boy, she leaned down and kissed him once again on the forehead. Rubbing a few locks away from his eyes, she watched him nod slowly before closing his eyes once again.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Looking back out the window, she leaned against it and crossed her arms, murmuring softly, "Maybe being his weapon won't be so bad." Grinning brightly, she looked back over at Kid and whispered, "I wouldn't ask for any other Meister."