KID

"GOOOOOOSH PATTY WHY CANT YOU GET IT RIGHT!?" Kid hops up, visibly fuming. He stands erect, pinning his arms to his sides as his shoulders raise up.

"Oh, sorry Kid! Hehehe!" Patty giggles, obliviously raising her hand to her mouth in a feeble attempt to cover her laughter.

"Kid, you went months without us having to do that stupid entry and ya know what, it's HARD! I don't think Patty can handle it..." Liz flashes a worried look to the side at Patty, who's staring and pointing at something in the street while jumping up and down. She's given up on covering her mouth now, one hand flying up while the other points to something on the street...

Kid growls, obviously distressed, "I'm sorry if I was a little distracted by, oh, the KISHIN but now everything's back to normal and we need to stop being so sloppy with... well with everything!" He practically screams at them. A vein is visible on his forehead, his face is a new shade of red.

Liz and Patty are taken aback. Kid has never exploded quite that sky high before, at least, not directed at them. After taking a deep breath to quell her teenage girl temper, Liz steps up to confront him.

"Kid... you're our meister, our friend. But... you can't be so... so..." She falters momentarily, searching for the right word.

Kid leans in, inches from her face, "What, Liz? Say it!"

Liz snaps, screaming as well, going with whatever flies out of her mouth now, "SO GODDAMN CONTROLLING. EVERYTHING CAN'T BE PERFECT, KID. YOU NEED TO STOP LIVING IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD." Liz steps back, focusing on he ground beneath her feet, slightly ashamed of yelling at the one person she truly respects and admires. "We're leaving, Kid. We'll meet you back at home."

The girls leave Kid standing alone in the alleyway... the Kishin egg they were hunting long gone.

what do they mean, "everything can't be perfect." yes it can, of course it can. when i take my father's place... everything will work out. everything will be balanced. i will not stop until it-

"Ow!" His brooding is interrupted as he falls back on the stone pavement and sees he's knocked someone over. He stoops to help her up, apologizing as he does so. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you... I'm normally not so... so..." Suddenly he can't speak, his large vocabulary stunted by the asymmetrical yet beautiful girl before his eyes.

"Oh! No it's fine, I'm kinda clumsy myself..." She drills her deep, caramel eyes into his bright yellow ones. "Who... I... uh... well hi.. I'm-" She stutters.

"What is-" Kid begins, stuttering himself.

"I'm Isis." She smiles and reveals perfectly straight, white teeth. She begins walking in the same direction she was going, Kid walking beside her. He takes her in as hey walk. She holds herself high, but not snobbish. She takes in everything at the same time, but is not unfocused. He noticed her sneaking glances over at him as well, and he blushes.

"Isis... what a beautiful name. I'm Death the Kid. Just call me Kid." He can't seem to take his eyes off her tan skin, her dark hair, her huge caramel eyes. He hasn't met anyone like her before.

She laughs, her voice like bells to his ears, "Death? That's a morbid name, don't you think?" She laughs again. He grins at the sound. "Kid... I like that. I guess it is a cool name."

Kid seems surprised, "You mean you don't know who I am? You're not from here, are you?"

Isis frowns, "Well, isn't that a little obvious? I'm from further south, a small town you wouldn't have heard of and isn't worth the time to describe. Why? Who are you, some movie star that's famous for being famous?" She slightly grimaces in obvious distaste, as if she would rather not associate herself with those kind of people.

"No! No I- Nevermind." He flashes her a smile, hoping the look of distaste would fade. "What brought you to Death City? Certainly you thought that to be a morbid name if there ever was one." He says, changing the subject.

Isis's huge eyes got wider, "It's nothing. Just a silly dream I've had since I was young." They stop in front of an apartment complex, "This is me."

Kid frowns, "You live in Soul and Maka's complex." After a short but noticeable hesitation, he grabs her wrist and slides his hand into hers, "Will I see you again?"

Isis grins, madly blushing, "We'll see." She leaves him standing on the street, staring up at the building.