Needless to say, the first day that Koji and Rida had stayed in Kid's house had been… both vexing and entertaining.

Kid had woken up in the middle of the night to a rather suspicious crashing noise in his living room, followed by hushed whispers. Immediately, he slipped out of bed and, dawning his expensive silk pajamas, bolted down the steps to find out what was happening to his preciously symmetrical house.

What he witnessed when he came down the stairs would burn into the back of his eyelids, and haunt him for the rest of his life.

Rida was in a fit of rage, and grabbed a vase from one of his lamp tables, hurling it across the room.

Koji was there too—her arms where full of glass vases and bowls and plates that she must have saved from shattering against walls. "M-Master Rida! Please don't throw it! This isn't our home-"

Her whispered plea was interrupted by him throwing the vase at HER. She squeaked and ducked, silver ringlets fling inwards with the sudden motion. Her violet eyes wide, the girl set down her plates and reached up fruitlessly to catch the one that was already a centimeter from slamming into the wall.

"Don't try and boss ME around, you servant." His anger made him shake, and she nodded rather pathetically as the vase slammed into the wall and shattered into a million pieces, that showered all over the carpet.

It was then that Kid saw it.

Due to several smashed items, his living room was… asymmetrical.

"You…You…" he fumed, both of his guest's heads snapping up. He took one, gentle step forwards. However, it was more threatening than anything Koji had ever seen in her entire life.

"What?" Rida snapped, before looking at the now asymmetrical room. "Oh, that. I can replace them. Don't get your nickers in a twist."

Kid's eyes where so wide they looked demented. "REPLACE? Those where PRICELESS, you arrogant, rude-"

"At least I'm not some striped guy obsessed with symmetry."

Kid picked up one of his fireplace pokers. "You want to duel? Let's go, imbosile." Celebrity or not, this guy was getting on Kid's nerves.

Rida smirked at the chance to fight. "Ahh, look! He grew himself a pair!" There was an angry silence. "Fine, bring it, Stripes."

Kid charged at Rida with the poker, who braced himself for impact and began to change into a weapon.

"No!" As the poker got close to Rida's stomach, suddenly something ripped it from his hands and a sharp blow was delivered to the space between Kid's collar bone and his neck. Immediately Kid's joints locked up and he collapsed backwards.

A paralyzing attack? By Rida?

Instead, an unexpected person stood before Kid, eyes wide and frightened…

Koji panted, fireplace poker held in one hand and pointed at Kid, and two fingers held up in front of her face like a second weapon. Even though the girl clearly had an advantage, she looked more afraid of KID than anything and was obviously frightened.

There was silence, and a jumble of confusion and hatred hung thickly in the air, choking Koji easily.

Finally, Koji spoke, because Rida was looking at her with both shocked and irritated eyes and had no intention of speaking. "D-Death the Kid. As R-Rida's Meister a-and servant, I w-would protect him at any costs. If you a-are angry, punish me instead."

Kid could finally feel his legs ago, and popped his neck uneasily, regaining movement once again. Before he could speak, Koji was stammering again.

"I-I understand that those objects w-where precious to you… The Altukhov Family will pay for them tenfold anyways… P-Please forgive Master R-Rida for his actions."

Kid blinked; once, twice. He wanted to be angry, he wanted to avenge his poor furniture.

However, he couldn't find himself angry at her, especially with her loyalty and apology for him blocking out her fear for her own pain. Again, there was silence before Kid angrily huffed. "Tenfold won't be necessary. Just repay me."

Slowly Koji nodded.

After that, Rida had angrily went off to his room, and Koji didn't seem to want to retire just yet. Kid went back to bed, leaving her in the living room.

The next morning, Kid came downstairs with a new bounce in his step. He usually woke up in a relatively good mood.

He had almost forgotten the incident of the night before, other than a tiny grudge against Rida for his idiocy. Wearing his usual suit with his hair combed perfectly symmetrical, he was ready to make breakfast for his guests and himself, then head off to school as their guide.

As he entered the kitchen, a great, smell wafted into his nostrils and his eyes widened. The aroma was sweet and gentle, a hint of vanilla on a soft cloud. He looked around to see still warm pancakes on a plate for him, in a perfectly symmetrical stack with the number '8' written on the top pancake in whipped cream. On the fridge was a note written in deep red ink.

The note read;

'Dear Death the Kid,

My most deep condolences for your furniture last night—you will see that your living area is perfectly symmetrical once more. The tenfold money has been sent to your bank account, and I prepared breakfast for you! Please enjoy the pancakes, I made them symmetrical in every way. Master Rida wanted to leave early, so I went to. I think he wants to explore the school before the classes start.

-Buttons and Blouses,

Koji'

Kid marveled at the letter, before bolting into his living room.

"Remarkable!" every furniture that had been destroyed the previous night was back in place, neat and tidy and symmetrical, a wad of cash laying on the main table in front of the couch.

As he returned to the kitchen, he smiled and threw the note away, his mood admirably lifted.

Even though the 'Buttons and Blouses' thing had been a bit odd, he found himself pleased and happy for the breakfast. Patty and Liz couldn't cook to save their lives, and Kid usually had to do that.

He was taking a fork out of the kitchen drawer when two familiar voices came from behind him.

"Mmm! I smell something yummy!" Patty giggled, bouncing into the room with a huge grin.

Liz nodded in agreement, eyes starry at the thought of what amazing food must have that smell. "Kid, we're back! What smells that good?"

Kid turned to them with a 'Welcome back!' smile, shoving some pancake into his mouth. Chewing thoroughly, eight times on each side of his mouth he swallowed and grinned. "Hello!"

Liz saw the pancakes while Patty was staring at the brightly colored note on the floor. Kid had missed the trash can. She reached down and picked up the note, opening it and shoving it into Liz's face. "Hey, Sis! Read this!"

"Why?" But Liz had already taken the note in her hands and was scanning it while Kid watched, slightly dismayed he had missed the trash bin and not noticed.

Liz gasped, and her eyes widened, mouth drawing a big 'O' shape.

"…Rida?" She whispered, before suddenly she was screaming. "As in Rida ALTUKHOV?"

Kid blinked, "Yes, why?"

Liz and Patty exchanged the same, rather dreamy look before Liz continued. "Rida ALTUKHOV stayed in THIS HOUSE? What room!"

"You two's room. WHY?"

Without an answer, Patty ran off up the stairs, and Liz was jumping up and down. "Oh my god! He stayed in MY room? Rida stayed in MY ROOM!"

Suddenly it clicked together for Kid. "Oh… Let me guess… Fans of his music?"

Patty came back down, eyes huge. "Hey, Sis! The note said he was already at school!"

Without hesitation, Liz grabbed Kid's arm and yanked him away from his mouth watering pancakes. "LET'S GO! NOWWWWWW."