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I do not own Soul Eater

"Let's go, Soul Resonance!" Both me and Renta say.

Renta's in my right hand, being a straight black blade (He's a sword). And surprisingly, he's light. His blade is also sharp, but after the soul resonance, his blade is surrounded by darkness.

"Blade of Darkness!" I say, finishing my Soul Resonance with him. I then cut a block of steel, which I guess impressed Lord Death. That's not to say it wasn't easy to control. It was so freakin' hard!

I don't get how Maka and Soul can do it. Hell, I don't even know how Kid could stand it with TWO weapons! They make it look so easy...

I'm on my knees now, panting rather hard. Renta turns to his human form, rubbing my back. "We...may have...over-did it..."

"Ha! I'm way out of your league if you can't stand doing a Soul Resonance with such a simple technique!"

"You try doing it, then! I'm the meister, you're the freakin' weapon! You have it easy!" I exclaim at him, looking up into his cold eyes.

He just gave me a shrug like 'so what?'.

"Hey, even if I was a meister, I'd still be able to handle a simple Soul Resonance like that with ease," he replies to my comment. He gets up, puts his hands in his pockets, then gives me his smirk that I swear he uses way too much.

"You certainly have potential, miss Fan," Lord Death chimes in, bringing one of his large hands out. "You just got a weapon, and already you have a Soul Resonance with him. It's not perfect, though. It can be worked on. But that's still impressive enough."

I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, panting still, with a smile. "Th-thanks. I tried my hardest just to use it the way I did just now."

"I saw. You're defiantly determined, I can see that for sure."

I get up, wobbling and finding a hard time keeping my balance. Renta notices the trouble I'm having and helps me stay on my feet. "Th-thanks."

"No problem, Fan," Renta replies.

"That isn't the first time that happened, and it won't be the last. It'll become easier to use if you keep practicing. Why don't you go home and rest for a bit?" Lord Death asks.

"Uh, well..." I feel my face heat up. I swear, Asura will pay. "I-I don't have a home..."

"Oh?" Lord Death tilts his head to the right. "You don't?"

"No," I repeat. "I don't."

"Hm..." What is he thinking about? He looks at me, before at the simulated sky in the Death Room. "Say, maybe you can live with Kiddo."

...

What?

What?!

"...Won't that bother him?" Facepalm. Out of everything I could ask, it was that! I don't think he'll mind since he lives with two girls already, but better safe than sorry... I guess... I don't even know anymore... I don't even know why I said that...

"I dunno. I'll have to ask him," Lord Death replies.

Even if I'm still not in the best condition, I flip. I quickly get up, using Renta as support, whom is snickering. "Shut up, jerk! It's not that funny!"

"It's ironic, so therefore, it's funny," He replies to my comment plainly.

"Hi! I'm Patti!" Patti says to me. She then motions to Liz. "And this is my sister, Liz."

"Hey," Liz says, bringing up a hand with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Fan," I reply.

"Renta Dark," Renta says after me, looking at Patti out of the corner of his eye with a slight blush that wasn't really noticeable. I would know, I had to look at his face, close-up, several times to check.

Right, I ship PattixRenta. However, in my mind, he made it more obvious from the start that he liked her. Then again, he is his own being now, he can choose who he wants to be with, if anyone at all.

"Well, shall we get on with the rules and tour of my home?" Kid asks.

"Yes, please," I reply. Even if I know one thing for sure. Don't mess with the symmetry. I also somewhat know the place... Somewhat...

After the tour of Kid's home is done, I open the door to my and Renta's room (Originally a guest room, though) and go to my bed on the right side of the room while Renta's already on the one on the left, laying down on it and looking up at the ceiling.

Like pretty much every other room here, it had perfect symmetry. The walls were white, and the rug that covers the floor is black. Minus the simple bedside table next to my and Renta's bed (Mine on the right, his to the left), there was almost nothing else in the room. In front of my bed was a closet, the door closed, to match the door that is the entrance and exit on the right.

"Defiantly a guest room. There's hardly anything in here at all," Renta comments. He moves his eyes to look at me out of the corner of them. "That can be changed though, right?"

I'm sitting on top of my bed, my knees to my chest, looking at the simple bed spread/blanket. "Yeah... But I don't want to cause Kid stress if the room is asymmetrical. After all, one of his rules is to not mess with the symmetry," I reply, turning my head to look at him.

"Is he really going to complain about us 'ruining' the symmetry in our room? Last I check, he said it was fine as long as it wasn't to any of the other rooms, like the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Anywhere else, we have free will."

"True..." I look back at the bed spread/blanket, going into my own thoughts.

I still can't believe it. I keep thinking if this is a dream, cause it's too good to be real. But there's no way it is. It feels all too real to be a dream.

And if it is real, I have to be one of the luckiest people in the universe to be here, alive, and in Kid's home. Not to mention Renta, someone who I made for stories, is real and I'm attending the DWMA as of tomorrow.

As of tomorrow...