A/N: This is my first fanfic so please don't judge me. Costructive criticism and suggestions are welcome!
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.
Harvey Fierstein
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"Come on." Black Star complained, "We need to find Soul a girlfriend, Kid."
"We can't Black Star, Soul said not to interfere in his love life." Kid said for the umpteenth time.
"What love life? He doesn't even have one."
Kid sighed. He and Black Star where supposed to be shopping for Soul's Birthday present but of course Black Star thought it would be a great idea to get him a girlfriend. This would probably just end up where it started, with Black Star annoying him to death and Soul yelling at him to get "that sugar crazed freak the **** away" from him. Wasn't his life just wonderful.
"Hey, Kid? Are you alive?" Black Star said, jumping up and down waving his hands in front of Kid's face.
"Do I look like I'm dead?" Kid asked.
"Yeeeessssssssssss, anyways, I found a girl that looks decent!"
"Where?" Kid asked. Then he saw her. She was hugging a black sketchbook to her petite figure. Her blonde hair tumbled down her back and her green eyes sparkled with intelligence. Before he knew it the ever so annoying Black Star had dragged him over to her.
"COWER IN AWE AT THE SIGHT OF MY GODLINESS!" Black Star yelled before Kid could stop him. The girl just stared.
"Black Star, stop you might be annoying her with your unsymmetricalness."
"But, you aren't symmetrical either."
"….." *Crawls into fetal position and mutters, "I'm a curse to humankind." Over and over*
"Ummmm do you weirdoes want something?" the girl asked in a soft voice. She didn't even have time to react when Black Star threw her over his shoulder and ran away. Kid shook his head slowly then picked up the sketchbook she dropped. His eyes widened as he flipped through the sketchbook. It was filled with drawings of various forms of torture. They were extremely accurate drawings of decapitations, drowning, bullets through the heart and much more. He looked at the one drawing that wasn't of torture. It was a picture of a girl who's shadow had turned into a demon. He took a closer look at the drawing and realized that the girl in the drawing was the same girl that Black Star Had just kidnapped. He flipped to the front of the book and in small neat print it stated, "Property of Maka Albarn, please call 555-1234 If found"
"Maka Albarn." Kid whispered, oblivious of the rain falling in increasingly large droplets from the sky.
A/N: Should I continue?
