I was walking past the Dispensary, where they held Maka Albarn. Apparently, when Soul, Maka, and Crona went to fight the evil old golem in Loew village, they came upon an old heretic witch from 800 years ago, named Arachnaphobia. When they fought her, Maka was wrapped into some weird kind of magic spell to disable her ability to move. When I had ran into Soul earlier, we had discussed it and he said it was some weird thread, web-like substance. I really hope I never run into the lady. I hate webs. And I hate spiders with a fiery passion.

My feet shuffled past the door, but shuffled quietly enough to hear someone mummbling on the other side of the door. "This is exactly why balance is so important...!". I stopped and put my ear to the door. "It's like the two of you don't understand the first thing about organization and arrangement! Liz! Patty!". The door quietly clicked open as I snuck in, closing the door behind me. Death the Kid was standing in the middle of the room. "Huh...? Cowards. They ran away from me.". He put his hands on his hips. I cleared my throat, audible enough to be heard, but quietly enough not to spook him. He turned. "Oh, hello, Frankie." he smiled that cute Shinigami smile of his. I blushed. "I couldn't help but o-overhear this little problem of yours. P-Perhaps, I could be of assistance?". "That would be greatly appreciated. I just need help organizing all of these shelves and boxes. This room needs perfect symmetry.". I giggled.

"What's so funny?" his face went straight. "Oh nothing.". "Oh, come now, tell me.". I was still laughing off the giggles that bubbled in my stomach."I just think that your OCD with symmetry is kind of...well...cute." my face shaded a bright pinkish, while his full on went red. "Y-You think it's...cute? How so, might I ask?". "Well, just how you throw your fits like a child. And not like a bratty child, but like a little kid who does the cute pouty face when they don't get their way." His brows furrowed. "Are you insisting that I'm spoiled?". "Well you are the Grim Reaper's only son. And with that, you can get pretty much anything you want. Like a celebrity baby.". "I'll have you know I am not spoiled!". "I-I never said that!". "You didn't have to! I just have a precise order to this world.". "And that's pretty much saying you want things your way.". "No!" he snapped. His face turned serious, like I was about to be schooled. "Perfection and Arrogence are two different sides of a ball court. All I ask for is perfection. For everything to have balance." "Kid, do you understand? When you say things like 'All I want is for everything to be perfect.', you're pretty much telling the world to stop what they're doing to make things perfect, just because you said that." "Perhaps you're the one that's spoiled. Look at you! You have everything you could ever want. Everyone's attention and all the money in the world because you got a big inheritance! And you still act like a petty fool.".

My gazed lowered to the ground. Tears began to well up. "The only thing I ask from this world is for my parents back. I don't want their money, I want their love. But they're not coming back. So why even bother? I guess that would make me a spoiled brat because I can't have the love I used to have." I went to turn and walk towards the door. As I twisted the doorknob, I felt a hand wrap around my forearm. I looked back at him, a couple of tears streaming down my face. "Y-You don't have to go.". I jerked away from him and started ripping open the boxes, putting the bottles on the shelves.

"So..what did you mean that I have everyone's attention?" He looked at me in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Everyone at this school loves you. Soul and BlackStar never stop talking about you and how they'd...well... some inappropriate things were said. " My face shaded a deep red. "Hell, you even managed to capture the heart of someone who is really hard to get through to.". My face twisted into that of disgust. "The Kishin?" "No! No!". "Then who? And why are they so hard to get to?". "Nobody can truly understand him, but you. You have him figured out, frontwards and backwards. And he's scared to tell you how he feels because he's afraid of rejection." "Well can you tell me where to find the guy?". "Yea, he's in this house just right around the block. I could set you up for a meeting.". "Okay! I-I'll go get ready!" I smiled and jumped up but then paused before I came out of the room. "Kid?". "Yes?". I turned to him and smiled. "Thank you." I rushed out of the room.

~*7:30 p.m.*~

I had on my black and white striped, long-sleeved shirt with black tights and black knee high boots. I was excited to meet whoever this was. I loved a mystery. Right before I ran out the door, I went past a picture of my mother and father. I faced it. "I'll make you proud. I'll find someone to help me defeat the Kishin. For your avengence.". I trodded out the door and down the steps. Kid had texted me earlier, saying that he talked to him and to meet the guy in front of Death City Cafe. I was so excited! The long steps from my house towards the heart of Death City were no match for my energy. I could run up and down those stairs a hundred times and not break a sweat. BlackStar would have been proud.

My journey finally ended when I had stopped in front of the cafe. It was closed so he couldn't have been in there. So I sat in the white chair at one of the round tables. He wasn't there yet, but that was okay. I was excited enough to wait. Patience was my virtue with how much adreniline was pumping through my veins. I kept flipping up my phone to check what time it was. 5 minutes went by. No problem. I can wait! So I sat there...

10 minutes went by...15 minutes went by...20 minutes went by...30 minutes went by...

By 55 minutes, I was passed out, drooling on the table, waiting for this guy to show up. I finally arose and checked my phone. 8:32 p.m.. A little after an hour and no show. Geez, what a joke.

I stood up, grabbing my purse and looked at the door. A piece of paper was taped to it. It looked as if it were written by a child or perhaps a preteen. The paper had said:

"The No Show Was Expected.

This Doesn't Mean You Were Rejected.

You Will See Him Answer Your Calls

When The Last Petal Falls."

And a fresh, red, rose petal was gently sealed onto the paper. My mind was drawing a big blank. I'm not rejected, but I still can't see the guy? What the hell does that mean? I folded the paper and slipped it into my purse, stomping home.

Okay so, the first part, I had gotten an idea from Chapter 27 in the Soul Eater manga, on page 15 when Kid was organizing things in the medical storage room