I promised I'd get this to you in 24 hours and look who has -2 minutes to spare! BOO and YAH! that's 1,738 words in 2 hours (a huge achievement for me) since I stared late.

More details about how this is gonna work in the end notes since you probably want to see the story first. :)

In simple terms, Kid was totally freaking out. How? How could Death go on holiday? Then without even realising it, Kid was running, through the halls, completely forgetting about his friends waiting in the infirmary for him. Something was wrong, how could this be right? The Shinigami's soul was tied to death city, what on Earth was he thinking, for death's sake?!

Kid skidded through the hallways and ran under the guillotines in the hallway leading up to the death room. Empty. The next room, he found it empty. Every single room on all of the floors right down to the very deepest depts. Of Shibusen, He was no where. What was happening here?

"FATHER!" Kid screamed, perched symmetrically on the highest point of the Shibusen roofs, he was so loud it was inevitable that the whole city had heard him, the people below him inside the top floors of the school were left with deafened ears temporarily, except for one girl who was blasting Korean Pop music into her ears even louder than his shout. She probably had the strongest ears in history. Kid gulped as he felt the angry glares from the people passing by, 'my bad' he thought guiltily to himself, the thought occurring in his head that in fact, this little incident right here would come back to bite him in the butt one day, no one could forget his vividly bleak, raven coloured hair with it's three stripes. The three... stripes. Three very... UNSYMETRICAL... stripes.

Every single flaw he had seen in symmetry he had missed on the way up here, searching for his father. At this point kid snapped. He tore at his hair trying to take it out and then burn it before running it over with a bulldozer then burning the ashes till all that was let was barely visible dust and then scooping up the dust and proceeding to get it to a bear and have him breathe it in, then out, then have a particularly smelly homeless man breathe it in (specifically the one with rather long hair and a lazy eye that had taken to sitting outside the Death Diner on Monday afternoons and talking a lot about cats) and then once he had breathed it out Kid would bury the almost non existent particles and place a flower bed over the top and then poison the flowers! But his hair was a worthy opponent and the roots would not give, so Kid just threw up blood and screamed to the wind, not quite as loudly as he had before about how he was "worthless! Worthless garbage, I am not fit to be a Shinigami! I should just die! I am GARBAGE! Put me out on the curb on garbage day! Why?!"

From the shadows a girl watched, her hair as black as night, fluttering around her waist in the light breeze. Her head hung down as a demon like grin of sharp, shark like teeth stretched across long her face, crazy and deranged. From behind, as pretty as a black winged angel, from the front, insane and maniacal face would be enough to paralyse any normal civilian. She was just a girl, a little one, 10 or eleven maybe. But this little girl, there were only a few words to describe her. One of them was "scary."

The girl turned and walked closer to the building. She attempted to open the window but it wouldn't budge. She tilted her head as if it didn't make any sense before in a single swift movement, she smashed the window with her fist, glass sticking into her flesh and on the floor, a few dribbles of blood was on her hand. The girl held her arm there, a few shocked students left unsupervised in the room stared, two became weapons, and the remaining 4 unarmed meisters took fighting positions and waited for her.

A single drop of blood fell from her blood and splattered on the floor. The girl slowly lowered her arm, it seemed purposeful and threatening to the eyes of the students in the room who were barely moving to breathe, however she was trying to remember just what she had been doing. But then she felt it, the soul flicker out of view and she remembered. Memory was so funny like that. Ducking into the window she walked through the group of students. They were freshman; the meeting seminar was just ending which was why they were all there. She coul tell because it was that time of year and they all had badges that said meister, the weapons presumably were wearing identical ones saying "Weapon" on them. But being freshmen, they had no idea what to do, if they took a strike at her they may end up dead in that instant. So they waited for this creepy little girl to move first, but to their surprise, she never did. The girl quite peacefully drifted though them with a grace like she was walking through air- that is until her knees buckled at the door and she fell. Turning she hissed at the students so they backed of slightly as she stood up.

"Good little puppies," she chided them in a high, velvety voice before giggling and walking into the thin corridor without a turn or another room for ages, the room she just came out of being the last room, right at the end. The door swung shut behind her. A gutsy weapon transformed and ran to the door, annoyed at the meisters in the room and prepared to stop the tiny invader and bring her to the teacher but when he got through the door and on the other side in the seemingly endless hallway, there wasn't a soul to be found except for one white and black hair. It wasn't hers, obviously, so the teen ignored it. Where did she go? He wondered.

The girl had in fact found herself in the death room, for lack of other places to go, she had never quite had this much freedom and it was intoxicating, being anywhere and doing anything she wanted. In the back of her mind, being locked up was technically a good thing, but the voices screamed over it in joy at her wondrous new life. But the fun was only just beginning.

Maka and Soul were sat in the infirmary, Maka was all ready to be released and it had been authorised by Nygus so it wouldn't be a problem, but the others had headed back home 20 minutes ago at lunch and Maka hadn't wanted Kid to come back because something horrible had made him late and find that he was completely alone. Soul stood up and stretched, It was the last period of school and there was no point in going to class now but he wasn't going to Sit and wait around for some damn Shinigami like he had nothing better to do. That was not cool.

Maka grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't leave," she whispered.

"Look, you wanted to stay here, not me. I'm heading home."

"But you're my weapon, you can't just ditch me!"

"Yes Maka, but Even I know that you can be sat in Shibusen School as a top meister with great Soul perception and even without a weapon be perfectly safe."

"But I'll get lonely..." She wined and then she blushed a little bit.

"Maka," Soul sighed, "We all know I'd just end up passed out on the floor in a puddle of my own blood looking completely un-cool if I stayed. I'd just annoy you, right?"

Maka looked worried, then upset and then scared. Finally, resolve flashed across her face and she yanked him down to sit next to her, "Soul sit down," she ordered.

Soul looked at her like she was insane and then decided that cool guys do what heir partner wants if they don't want to get a Maka chop so he stood up and then sat back down, grinning with his pointy teeth, not realising how sarcastic that seemed.

"I have to tell you something, Soul," Maka began softly, a blush rose in her face, "I... I love you."

"Of course, I love you o Maka! You are my meister after all!" He replied, not understanding at all.

"No, no Soul I mean I love you. Like I can't imagine you with someone else and I just want to see you smile and... Soul I've given up waiting for you to ask me. Please be my boyfriend!"

Soul was shocked, never had he ever thought of Maka in any way other than a sister or a friend. He couldn't speak and her eyes filled with tears, as one spilled out he caught it and embraced her in a warm hug, enveloping her. He held her head carefully like it was as precious as a new born child.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as she sobbed in his shoulder, just waiting for him to confirm what sh already knew, "Maka, we're friends, siblings in fact. I love you Maka, I do, but just not like that. But hey, hey," he lifted up her chin carefully and looked into her tearful eyes, "Maka Albarn you are amazing. You are pretty and sweet and you are by far the best meister I have ever seen. One day you are gonna meet someone that you really love and they will love you back but Maka, it's not me. I'm not that lucky guy who you'll have forever, I am your best friend and I would never lie to you so believe me. You are amazing."

He smiled at her, his lips closed to hide his shark teeth in an apologetic way. Maka smiled back but not because she was happy, because he smiled. It was him, it was always him, and he just didn't know that. But in time he'd realise that they were the perfect two. She laughed a little at his stupidity an a little bit happy at his encouraging words, she was going to be okay. Soul smiled two and they hugged again, Maka laughing through her tears.

Then Kid walked in, completely out of breath.

"Hello guys you will never guess- oh my Death am I interrupting something I am extremely sorry!"

He turned and faced the wall. Who knew plain white was so symmetrical?

Please review and tell me what you think since I worked super hard to keep my promise!

Anyway thank you for reading and I figured out that I'll be updating every 2 days so the next update will be sunday, I live in britain so it's friday here if that makes a difference to anyone.

NOT MANY PEOPLE READ THIS SO I MIGHT CHANGE MY IDEA OF A FULL LENGTH STORY AND MAKE IT JUST A FEW MORE CHAPTERS IF I DON'T START GETTING RESPONSE... I CRY NOW.

This is my 3rd chapter and I know, it's not amazing but that's why I need reviews! I know there are only a few of you reading this, I'm not gonna kid myself since I suck at summaries, the opening probably scared people away and I'm rookie compared to a lot of writers on here. It's a big website and I'm not gonna get noticed, but please for those who have made it this far through my my horrible writing, please help me out and REVIEW! I need it... sideways sad face.

on a more awesome note huge shout out to my first (and only *tear*) follower (who I'm sorry to say I forgot to mention last chapter) ChinaDang thanks a lot, it means a lot to me! I love anyone who's read this, thank you a whole damn lot!

-Sebby

xoxo