3 weeks after the beginning of kid's obsession…

Lord Death sat in the waiting room of the most advanced therapist in death city.

"Pardon me, Mr. Death." Said the therapist, who had just walked into the room.

"yeeeeeeees?" said Shinigami-sama, tilting his head.

"I've come to a conclusion. Your son has OCD."

"oh-see-dee?"

"obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's a relatively common disorder, but your son… his case is quite possibly the most severe I've ever seen.

"This disorder can manifest itself in many different ways. One way, for example, is washing your hands every five minutes. Another is cleaning everything until it's spotless.

"your son's case is unique… it appears he's obsessed with symmetry." The therapist leaned forwards, looking into death's endless black eyes. "do you have any idea what caused this? It could be a traumatic incident, or a meaningful talk."

"ummm….. nope! No clue!" said Shinigami-sama, shrugging comically.

The nurse straightened up. "nonetheless, if you will please step into my office, we will discuss this some more with your son."

"certainly." Said Lord Death, standing up. He followed the nurse to her room.

"um, child?" asked the nurse as she walked in. "what are you… ACK!"

Kid looked around from the ficus plant he had been trimming. He still had the scissors, and said like it was the most natural thing in the world, "the leaves weren't symmetrical."

"that plant… it was the last thing my mother ever gave to me… before she died…" said the therapist, pointing a shaking finger.

"she must have been a simply terrible mother, then. To give her own daughter such an asymmetrical plant. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some trimming to finish." Kid went back to his trimming of the ficus, little green shreds flying everywhere.

"why you little – YAAAH! What did you do to my paintings?" screamed the therapist, pointing at her various portraits, which were all in the garbage can.

"the people in them were at a three-quarters viewpoint. HORRIFYINGLY asymmetrical. I refused to let them hang on your walls. Say…" Kid stopped trimming again, and looked at the therapist. Then he ran over, and without hesitation, grabbed and ripped off the breast pocket of her jacket.

"AHHH WHAT THE-" screeched the nurse, but Kid cut her off.

"A breast pocket on one side of your jacket but not the other? You should be ashamed of yourself." Said Kid, still calm.

The nurse stared, petrified, at Kid.

"where's my thank you, for making your office so perfect?" asked Kid, smiling.

That was the last straw. "OUT! OUT, BOTH OF YOU! NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

Shinigami-sama and son ran out the door as it was unceremoniously slammed shut behind them.

"hmmph! See if I ever help HER again." Said Kid, walking down the exact center of the hallway towards the exit.

Shinigami-sama stared after his son.

"well… at least the worst is already here." He thought as he began to follow Kid.

It couldn't get more serious then this… could it?

XXXXXXXX

"And so he's all like, 'please, nooo!' and I'm all like 'fuck you' and then I stab him in the eye like SHUNK!" said Vinnie Antonio to his buddies.

"hahaha!" they laughed stupidly. The fire in the center of the group crackled. A cat ran through the alley, passing them.

"omg, you rule, man." Said one to Vinnie. "what was the idiot's name?"

"Lenny Vincetti." Said Vinnie, laughing. His fedora nearly fell off, and he pushed it back on again. "what a stupid name! 'Lenny.' HAH!" Then he noticed all his friends had went very pale. "what?" he questioned.

"dude… you… you d-don't mess with the motherf###ing vincettis…" one stuttered.

"why? They got a pit bull or somethin'?" asked Vinnie, still laughing.

"naw naw man… didn't you hear about Ned?" asked another of his cohorts.

"No… say, where is that guy, anyways?" asked Vinnie, looking around.

"Six feet under, man." Said yet another, shivering. "he killed one of the Vincettis, too. Couple days later, we found him in an alley, deader then disco. Dozen bullet wounds in his gut. One foot sawed off with what looked like a pocketknife. Both eyes stabbed."

"Don't forget…" said a fourth. "his junk was found five feet away, sawed off, covered in scars."

Vinnie paled. Then he laughed, trying to regain some bravado. "probably went on the wrong side of town and got himself wasted by some mugger."

"naw, man." Said another. "stuffed in his mouth, was a note. Said something like, 'mess with the vincettis, and you're next.' And it was signed…" he shuddered.

"the Thompson devils."

Vinnie cackled. "Thompson devils? What the hell? Probably a couple of noobs who got lucky and snuck up on ned, and cut him."

"Didn't you hear the rumors, man?" said yet another of his entourage. "Vincettis, 9 or so years ago, picked up a couple of baby girls. Legend tells, they could transform into guns, and never missed. Liz and Patty Thompson." He shuddered.

Vinnie laughed yet again. "You losers honestly think a couple of twerps wasted Ned? Yeah, like I should honestly be scared of a little girl named 'elizabeth.'" He snickered. "what, the stinkin Queen Elizabeth of England came on over and cut up Ned?"

He began to laugh again, but he was cut off by the voice of a young girl.

"actually, Ned was Patty's work."

Vinnie froze, then whipped around. A little girl stood in the doorway. She had long, dirty blonde hair, and a ragged shirt and jeans.

In one hand, she held a gleaming pistol.

"Yeah, the guy in the alley on north 9th street? Yeah, Patty took him out. She had fun with it too. Of course, she has fun with everything." She advanced, and Vinnie advanced, stalking towards each other.

"Li'l girl, don't you know better then to walk around alone in this part of town? Your little squirt gun doesn't scare me. I bet there's a many few pedos who'd pay pretty for a li'l girl like you…" he chuckled darkly.

Almost too fast to see, the girl fired a blast. Vinnie flinched a bit, then when there was no pain, he said "HAH! You missed!"

The girl smiled, and pointed the gun just above his head. Vinnie felt around, and gasped. He whipped his hat off and looked at it.

Dead in the center of his fedora, a smoking hole steamed.

"still think I can't aim worth shit?" said the girl, smirking and crossing her arms.

"O-ok, so you can aim." Said Vinnie, desparately trying to salvage some dignity. "W-who cares? Boys, g-g-get her." When there was no response, he turned around and said, "are you monkeys deaf? Get-" Vinnie froze and stared. His entire posse was gone. They'd scrammed so fast, they didn't even bother to put out the fire.

"looks like your buddies are smarter then you are. Then again, we wouldn't have let you escape anyways." Said the girl, stalking towards him again.

This time, Vinnie backed up, pleading as he did so. "c'mon… you don't need to hurt me…" he whined. Then he spun on his heel and made a break for the end of the alley.

BLAM!

Vinnie cried out and fell, a stabbing pain in his ankle. He looked to see his shoe two feet away.

With his foot still in it.

Vinnie moaned in pain. With astonished eyes, he watched the silhouette of the girl. She tossed the gun to her side, and he saw the outline of the gun turn into another girl.

"Pat, take him out. I'm gonna see if these idiots had any money stashed around here." Said the original girl, walking over to the gang's duffel bag and rooting through it.

"hee hee! Kaaaaayyy!" said the new girl. She skipped over to vinnie, and looked him in the face. Her face would have been adorable, cute little cheeks and a bouncy little blonde hairstyle, but her eyes were wild, and she wore a demonic grin.

"shoulda known better then to mess with the Vincettis, buddy." Said the girl, taking a switchblade out of her pocket and flipping it open. As the first screams rang out into the night…

"you mess with the Vincettis, you mess with the Thompson devils."