hi, um... ya... this is kinda old, but it's ok. this is a story that came to me while working on another story... not sure if anyone will like it, but i don't care.

Ch, 1. Kid… and me?

It wasn't that long ago. About two weeks since I last saw him. Since I last saw that discussed face he made when looking at everything so un-symmetrical. Who am I talking about? Death the Kid of course.

It was a Wednesday; I came home from a long day of school. Not as long as before… when I went to a privet school. I now go to my county's public school.

I was tired. About to fall asleep as I lifted the screen to my laptop letting it comes out of sleep mode. A flash of light entered my room. I don't know how, but I was soon staring at a well dressed figure in all black. Well, the back of him anyway. After a moment, he turned to look at me with a discussed expression fixed upon his face. He seemed just as confused as I was.

He opened his mouth to speak. "Why is your room so, so, so?..."

"Messy?" I asked out of instinct.

"Un-symmetrical?" close enough.

"To be honest, I haven't cleaned nor straitened it in two years."

"Why?" he seemed to be in a panic.

"I haven't had the time." I lied both to myself and him.

He calmed down a little and started to pick up miscellaneous papers that were scattered across my bedroom floor. I sat up on my bed and watched him for about two minutes. "Hey I need those!" I saw he was about to trash my textbooks.

"Oh, sorry." He put them back down and started to clean again.

It took him 4 hours to clean my room, usually takes me a week just to do one corner. And with me yelling at him for throwing away some important things too. I could have stopped him. But, why stop someone from cleaning your room?

Mom and dad became happy with him; he then started to clean the rest of the shack we call a home. At midnight. I stopped him. I told him he could continue tomorrow.

I woke the next morning to him sanding over me as my alarm was blaring. He had a smile on his face as I check the time. 5:00 am. To early for me to even think about what he might have been thinking about. I cut off the alarm and rolled over on my bed.

"Aren't you getting up?" he asked the still half asleep me.

"Not till 5:30." I pulled a pillow over the back of my head. I can be quite lazy at times. And that's the way I like it.

"But you're alarm went off!"

"That's to wake me up a little so I don't sleep through the next one." I'm one deep sleeper. "You're not gonna let me get anymore sleep are you?" I looked up at him with my half blind eyes. Thank God for the invention of glasses!

"Not really." He smiled.

I let out a small sigh and literally rolled out of bed. Put on my glasses and turned on the light so I could see his smiling face.

"It's too early." I rubbed the nightly gunk out of my eyes. "The sun isn't even up yet." I protested.

"That's the beauty of it." His smile got wider.

I yawned. "I need some Dr. Pepper before I can even think about not punching you in the face." Word of warning, a. never wake me before noon, b. never keep me away from my DP. And if you do any of these things, then prepare to have your butt kicked.

He stepped aside and let me walk myself to the kitchen to fetch a dark pink cup half full of frozen DP from the freezer. I then proceeded to fill the rest of the cup with fresh Dr. Pepper from the fridge. Two sips later, I was ready to tackle the world.

Or at least Death, Death the Kid that is.