A week has passed since Kid's inprisonment. He sat silently,

listening to the muffled sounds of rainfall outside. The hard

cement floor and walls were freezing cold; winter snow was

nearly upon Death City. Shivering with clattering teeth, Kid

stood up, his hands still shackled behind his back. His

shoulders were sore, and his stomach painfully growled for

food. He hasn't eaten or moved since he was thrown in this

blasted cell. That's when he heard footsteps outside his cell

and he froze. The door to his cell slowly slid open, and Kid

squinted his crimson eyes against the torchlight. Marie

stepped in, paling when she saw him.

"Kid!" She looked as if she were about to faint. "What Stein

said was true..." She staggered, holding a hand to her

forehead.

Kid watched in slight amusement when she tried to gather it

all in.

"Yes Marie, it's me. Did he tell anyone else?"

She weakly shook her blond haired head.

"No... But he's planning on telling Sid..."

Kid shrugged, ignoring the pain that rippled across his shoulders.

"May you take me out of these please? My wrists are so sore..."

Marie nodded and withdrew a skeleton key. Kid made his way to her and she unlocked the shackles; they clattered to the floor. Kid felt the pain in his shoulders subside and rubbed the place where his wrist connected to his hand.

"Thank you... But why did you come by?"

Marie tried not to stare at Kid's new features, palying with her fingers.

"Stein wanted to see you. He would like to check up on your progress."

He sighed, straightening up.

"Fair enough..."

Marie took a hold of his arm in case he tried to escape and led him out of the cell.

"What time of day is it?" Kid asked calmly.

"Night." Marie answered.

"Is this the only time everyone will be seeing me?"

"Yes. We can't risk the chances of you being seen, Kiddo."

Kid clenched his fists as an image of Maka flitted across his mind.

"Please... Don't call me that..."

He looked down at the ground blankly, figuring he should get used to being walked from the cell to the Death Room.

"...Kid?"

"Hmm?" His eyes snapped up to look at her. She looked at him in worry.

"How can you live in those clothes? They're absoulutely filthy!"

Kid looked down at his attire, seeing rips and dirt all over it. It was asymmetrical, but surprisingly, he didn't seem to care.

"...Clothes are clothes, Miss Marie. It's better than nothing at all..."

Marie's eyes widened.

"B-But... They're..."

"Asymmetrical? Yes, I am well aware of that..."

"Why aren't you freaking out? Not that I want you to, it's just... unusual for you."

"You really want to know?" Anger rose in his voice. "Because symmetry only gets you killed. I fell for it's unatural beauty, and now look where it got me. An undead mess. A monstrosity, walking down the halls that I once felt comfort within, but now, it's like I'm in a living nightmarish hell. Hell, I can't even ever see the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with ever again..." He chuckled darkly. "... How ironic. I don't even have a damned life anymore..."

Marie was speechless, staring at him with wide eyes. Kid was on the brim of tears.

"I would do anything... Sacrifice anything... Just to see her one last time... I want to see her smile, so I can smile too..."

Marie looked away, feeling a pit of sadness rise within her for the poor undead shinigami hybrid at her side. She walked up the stairs out of the underground corridors and led Kid up into the class corridors. Kid bit his lower lip, looking around the now alien school through new eyes.

"Marie, Will I go to classes at night?"

Marie was caught off guard by his new attitude.

"Well, I... I have no idea... You'll have to talk to your father about that, Kid. Something like that can put our secret in jeopardy."

Kid nodded.

"I know, but it'll make me feel more normal."

They stopped in front of the Death Room. Marie pushed open the doors. Kid was led inside and he looked up at the sky ceiling, which was now dark, and littered with sparkly milky ways that spun slowly.

In the middle of the room stood Death with his hood and mask off, and Stein, who was setting up his measuring equipment. Both of their backs were faced to them. Kid raised an eyebrow, feeling hatred rise up within the very dark tattered edges of his heart.

"Hey Hakase... How is your neck coming along?" he mocked in an unusually cruel tone.

Stein and Death quickly looked over their shoulders at them, and Stein's pale green eyes briefly filled with fear when he saw Kid.

"Thank you, Marie... you may go back home now..." Marie nodded and gave Kid a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Nice seeing you again, Kid." She turned and walked out, shutting the large double doors behind her.

Kid crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to look at them.

"Well? What other things are you two bastards planning to do to cause me pain?"

Stein sighed and fully turned to face him, putting his hands into the pockets of his labcoat.

"Kid... I'm sorry for angering you a few days ago... I shouldn't have said something like that."

Kid chuckled in disbelief, not believing a word.

"Hmm... Sure... I'll believe it when I see your corpse."

Death growled.

"Kid! Now is not the time... We'll sort that out later, alright? Now, go to Stein."

Kid sighed irritably, but obeyed. Stein motioned to the scale, and Kid stepped onto it. Stein withdrew a small notebook and recorded the data. Death watched silently.

"Good, good... you aren't too overweight or too underweight... Please straighten up for me and step off."

Kid stepped off without a word and tried to stand as straight as he could while Stein measured his height with a tape measure. After he recorded the data, he wrapped the measure around his waist while Kid rose his arms on either side of him.

"Excellent... you're making good progress."

Stein withdrew the measuring tape from Kid's torso and put it in one of his coat pockets. He studied Kid up and down, thinking.

"We should get you new clothes, Kid."

"No shit."

Death's eyes flickered to him.

"Language..." He warned.

Stein wordlessly walked up to Death and went over the results with him.

"He's getting stronger and he is at a healthy size. He even grew a few inches taller."

Death nodded and smiled a little.

"Great! It's good to know that the reviving process didn't malfunction and mess up his system. He's still a growing boy, y'know."

Stein chuckled.

"I know that. I'll check up on him again next week. Goodnight." He turned to Kid. "And you too." He turned and walked out, not before organizing his measuring equipment. Kid watched after him as he walked out and when the doors squeaked shut, he slowly turned to his father, who was looking at him.

"Father... I'm...so sorry for acting like I did."

Death ruffled Kid's hair and smiled.

"It's fine... you were just angry, and you needed to get rid of it somehow."

Kid smiled slightly in return and put his hands in his pockets, the smile fading almost instantaneously.

"May I talk to you about something?"

"Yes you may, anytime."

Kid looked into his father's eyes.

"Me and Marie were talking on the way over here and I was wondering if..." He felt the dark feelings in his heart tremble nervously, and looked down at the ground he stood on. "If I can possibly have night classes. It would make me feel more alive... But, you don't have to consider it, it was just an idea I had..."

Death thought it over and silence passed through them.

"Of course, Kid. Sid and Marie will probably feel up to being your private teachers, but Stein needs his rest for he teaches early in the morning. I will speak with them tomorrow morning, and if they agree, I will send down Marie with a new change of clothes for you."

Kid's eyes widened, and his heart was stabbed with a little sliver of warm happiness.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

Death nodded and smiled widely.

"I owe you that much."

Kid then began to cry his mixed feelings out from dark eyes. He felt happy, but that was overpowered by sorrow, loss, hate, and anger...

"Thank you, father. Thank you so much..." He whispered.