In her opinion, the party could have been much, much better. She'd seen far better grandeur, far tastier food, and far more good looking men in her life. In fact, she was becoming bored with this so called "classic event." She would have had just as much fun snuggled up at her apartment with her younger sister watching Studio Ghibli films and stuffing her face with microwaved popcorn.

Even her dress was beginning to upset her. At first, it had seemed gorgeous. It was black, and strapless, with a solid, slim fitting piece that came down to mid thigh, and sheer black material draping down around her legs. A heavily detailed jewel pattern adorned the side of the dress. It had been love at first sight, but now, she was starting to feel a bit bare, with her slender, tan legs exposed. Everyone else had dresses at least down to their knees. Well, it wasn't her fault. She hadn't been told what the expected dress was.

She stood in the corner now, near the food, a glass of red wine in her hand, sipping it occasionally as she watched the people in the ballroom, particularly the men. It didn't take her long before her eyes caught onto someone who interested her. He was directly across the room from her, leaned into the corner, a plate in his hand. She raised an eyebrow. How ironic.

It wasn't long before, taken over by boredom, she crossed the room, her red, shining heels clicking monotonously against the floor, the sound rising up to join the general liveliness of the party. As she grew closer, he looked up at her, his golden eyes meeting her blue ones.

"Is there something you wanted?" He said simply, stiffening his posture and brushing off his black suit with his free hand. She watched with interest as he scanned her up and down, swishing her wine around in it's glass.

She shrugged, "Not particularly. I was...bored, is all, and you looked interesting," she took another sip from her wine glass, the red stain blending in with her lipstick.

"Ah. Well. I noticed you, as well," he was still straightening his suit, adjusting his whole being, it seemed, and she began to get the vibe that he wasn't exactly comfortable around women. Maybe that's why he had been hiding in the corner.

"Why are you messing with your clothes?" She stated simply, a smile stretching across her fairly pretty face. This was quite amusing, making this man so embarrased.

He looked at her like she was crazy, "I'm not messing with my clothes. I'm fixing them. You know, to restore their symmetrical balance," He cleared his throat loudly and stood tall again, apparently making an attempt to look more put together.

"Restore their what? Since when do clothes have symmetrical balance?" She scoffed, smoothing her hand over her own alluring dress.

"Nevermind. Anyway, I believe a proper introduction is due. I'm Death The Kid...just call me Kid. And you are?" He said, slightly exasperated.

This got a laugh out of the blonde, "Death The Kid? Why don't you tell me your real name? And, I'm Liz," she smiled.

"That is my real name," he deadpanned, his expression showing his obvious annoyance at her comment. This only succeeded in amusing her even more, but she hid her laugh successfully.

"Alright, okay, I believe you. Your name's Kid. Yeah. So, Kid, what's with the fancy dye in your hair?"

It all went downhill from there.

AU. Will be continued. Reviews are love.