A/n: I was hyped on an Amp when I typed out most of this…. I think energy drinks are the only things that can get me motivated, but they're horrible for me….

Chapter 2: Reunion/You've Changed

It seemed like seconds later when I was shaken awake by one of my roomies. My eyes blurred, but eventually focused in on her face.

She was excited about something, this can't be good…..

"What is it?" I mumbled tiredly.

"I saw them, with that kid," she said.

"Where?" I asked, as I spurred into action, getting dressed and packing some extra clothes in a messenger bag, just in case I wasn't able to come back for a day or two.

"Downtown, near 5th street," she supplied, "be careful though, they're working on an assignment."

"No, they came back to join back up with us and leave their new-found cushy life behind," I replied, voice layered with sarcasm.

"Jeez, someone's PMS-ing!" she sing-songed.

"Someone's gonna get faced!" I replied in the same tone of voice.

"Be careful!" she laughed as I walked out of the hide-out.

"When am I not?" I thought sarcastically.

I wandered through the streets listening. I would know where they were from…

"There!" I thought, rounding the corner, but stopping at the edge. My mind was filled with doubt.

"Would they recognize me?" I worried

I peeked around the edge only to have a warning 'bullet' fired over my head. I looked out to see an indent, possibly a foot in diameter.

"Who are you?" a male's voice asked. I peeked around a little more to see him. He had black hair with 3 white stripes on the left side. He was wearing a suit with symmetrically places white rectangles like stitching.

He was holding two twin pistols, but up-side-down, like he shot with his pinkies. Suddenly, the guns transformed into two girls, ones that I knew very well. I decided to step out.

"I…I'm Emily….. Although you've probably forgotten by now," The first part was directed at the boy, the second at the two girls.

"How could we forget you!" the shorter one exclaimed, running to hug me. I cocked an eyebrow. She usually wasn't this bubbly, was she high again? They seriously needed to stop doing crack…

"Patty… I think you're creeping her out," The older twin told her sister.

"Do you know her?" The boy asked.

"No shit Sherlock," I said.

"Kya-ha-ha-ha! You haven't changed at all!" Patty exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"But I see you have…." I trailed off.

"Do you want her to go around with her 'scary face' scaring everyone?" Liz asked.

"Well," I sighed, "Now that you have a different life, I guess it makes since."

"Ahem." The white-striped haired boy cleared his throat.

"You have something to say, Stripes?" I asked, flicking my hair off of my left eye.

Suddenly, the boy threw up blood and passed out.

"What. The. Fuuuuuck?" I asked.

"Kya-ha-ha-ha!" Patty shrieked with laughter, "He fell down! He fell down!"

Liz sighed and hefted the boy up onto her back.

"Kidd's always like this, I think it way you mention his three striped and your mix—matched eyes that set him off….," she shrugged.

"OCD to the extreme?" I guessed.

"You got it." Liz smiled, "You really haven't changed much."

"I don't have a reason too. You need to keep facades up in this world. You used to know this," I told her.

"Hey! You wanna come to our house!" Patty asked, "I'm sure you'd like to sleep in a bed that isn't…. er…." She trailed off….

"In use?" I asked sarcastically, "Yeah, that's be nice." I sighed.

I followed them, not really paying attention to where we were going.

"Where do you guys live now?" I asked.

"Death City, Nevada," Liz told me.

"So…. We're catching a plane?" I asked.

"Yep!" Patty yelled.

This was about the point that Kidd woke up.

"Finally….," Liz muttered and dropped Kidd off her back, who landed nimbly on his feet.

"Oh Mah Gawsh Ninja!" I yelled, shocked.

"Shinigami." He corrected, "I'm Death the Kidd, or just Kidd for short," He said, holding out his hand for a shake.

"I'm Emily Kuross," I said, making sure to keep one of my eyes covered.

"I'm guessing you know Liz and Patty from back in their street days?" He asked.

"We were almost inseparable," I laughed, and they laughed along with me, remembering some good times.

"OOHHH!" Patty yelled, "Remember that one time with the cat and the oranges?"

"Good times…," Liz and I sighed together.

"Let's get going before our flight leaves, I'm tired…." Kidd muttered and started walking. Liz and Patty followed but I stopped.

"Um…. Airports mean security guards and police. Both of which have my picture and the authority to arrest me…," I reminded them.

"You'll be fine with me." Kidd shrugged.

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"I'm still not sure about this...," I muttered. I hated high security places when I wasn't on 'businesses'. And standing in lines made me fidgety. I think I have slight ADHD.

"You have your fake passport right?" Liz muttered into my ear.

"Along with all the other stuff." I intoned back. I had a fake ID, license and passport. They were all me, but with a different name and hair color. The boss required us to have them, just in case.

I gave my passport to the guy with a bored look on my face. He raised an eyebrow.

"I dyed it," I shrugged. He stamped it and let me go through. Evidently Kidd had paid for the tickets, and we got business class. We were the only ones too.

I stared out of the window most of the first half of the flight, even though it was crazy dark out. We had left around midnight. I was asleep for the rest of it.

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"Emily…. Emily…," someone was shaking me awake.

"Hmmm?" I replied, my eyes still closed.

"We're landing soon. You need to wake up." The voice implored. It wasn't a familiar voice…. Then the event of before came back.

I cracked open one eye so see Kidd sitting next to me, leaning over me.

"But I'm so tiii~iired," I yawned and tried to go back to sleep.

"No," he said, "you have to get up," He shook me again.

"Fine….." I grumbled.

I was mostly awake by the time the plane touched down. I stumbled through security like a zombie and just followed Kidd everywhere.

"Please tell me you have a car waiting or something….." I muttered, rubbing my eyes. Freaking jet-lag….

"Yes, I have a car, you really expect that we'd walk through Nevada at 5am?" he questioned.

"My brain is absent…. Please leave a message after the beep…," I muttered then made a beeping sound. Yeah, I was out of it.

When we got the car, no limo, I totally passed out in the backseat, I wasn't sure, but I think my head fell in Kidd's lap. Well whoever's lap it was, it was freaking comfortable.

"I'll deal with it when I wake up…" I though sleepily…..

END! I hope you like it! And remember, I can SEE if someone is reading this. I CAN SEE YOU. So, love it? Hate it? Drop me a line…

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