Wahh! Chapter Three is up and going! Hehe~ I had some fun with a few parts and I will tell you that everything that seems random is not! XD Please reveiw because I would love to hear your impressions~

Everything was in its place. Every set of curtains met exactly in the middle, every exquisite wall ornament was perched perfectly on the wall in prime alignment with its counterpart on the other side. The toilet paper was folded in a neat triangle and there was not a single scuff on the shining wood floors. The slight young man gave the deepest of contented sighs. All was neat and tidy, the world was at peace.

"Can we go now?", a dispassionate voice asked from somewhere near the door.

"G-give me a second!" The young man said defensively, jarred out of his reverie.

"Okay." The young woman replied as she played with a strand of dark blonde hair. She glanced over at the shorter fairer-colored girl who stood on the other side of the door, happily humming to herself and not paying much attention to anything.

"Hey sis!" She piped up randomly, as she often did, "What if walls were see-through?"

"Well..." Most people would probably have at least paused at the non-sequiter, but the taller girl was unfazed, "Then people would have to get curtains for their walls, or else you wouldn't have any privacy..."

"Hmm... We better get some curtains then!"

"But walls aren't see-through, Patty"

"You so smart big sis!"

"Ah, right...", at this the taller girl rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her sister. Then she went back to examining her hair. Jeez, it was so dry. She'd have to take better care of it...

"Liz! Patti! We're leaving!" The young man abruptly turned towards the door and started walking. Liz and Patti followed behind, happy to be off to school.

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"Heart--"

"It's Sasha! Okay!"

"Right, whatever, I have to take care of some stuff, so don't go anywhere." Chisa pointed to a bench on the edge of the school's main courtyard. "Sit over there or something."

"Sure...", The taller girl nodded as she glanced shiftily from side to side. She had one manicured pinky hanging from the edge of her mouth where she was chewing it with obvious uneasiness.

Chisa left her, walking in to the pleasantly cool corridors of Shibusen. She smiled a bit, feeling triumphant. She had left home two years ago to prove that she had the mettle to be a student here and now she was returning with new experiences and the strongest weapon that anyone could have hoped for. Niisan had done the same thing once, though as far as she knew he had never had any interest in being a student. He didn't really need the training in the same way she did, being the oldest and all...

She sighed heavily, despite her satisfaction, she wasn't looking forward to the upcoming meeting. She'd sent a letter in advance, though she didn't know if it had made it and even if it had, it might have been ignored. That was just how Dad was.

Dad tired her out, never staying on one thought for too long and never taking anything more seriously that the level of a children's game. That was what the world was to him, child's play. He couldn't even keep his office in the same place! Sure the excuse was security but she was sure it was just to confuse people.

Her brow knit slightly as she went from hall to hall looking for that familiar door. Most classes were still in session so she didn't run into anyone to ask and its not like they would have known. In time her mind began to wander back to Heart or... what was that other name? Screw it, Heart just fit her better. She was starting to worry about what kind of trouble she was getting herself into at the moment.

Chisa had left knowing full well that the girl wouldn't stay where she supposed to, that was just how she was, everywhere at all times doing whatever she wanted, exactly as she wanted to do it. Though Chisa had chosen her as a weapon, she sometimes got the sense that even she was just some willing pawn in that girl's incomprehensible scheme or just lucky that the only thing she loved more than expensive things and getting her way was hunting kisshin eggs.

Dad would probably be happy to let her in as a student, he seemed to like crazy people, though for safety's sake she wanted the ink to be dry on the enrollment papers before she introduced her weapon. That way it would be harder for them to "send her back".

Some voices down a hallway caught her attention, though on further inspection it was just a few students having some kind of confrontation. Nothing serious, but Chisa didn't want to get involved and they soon took their argument outside.

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The gritty crunch of chipped nail polish shot down her spine. "Shit!", the girl formerly known as Heart gagged into a rose colored tissue. Not only did she now taste nail polish, but her finger now had a decidedly un-fabulous spot. She wiped at her mouth and stared down at her ruined manicure. Thats what she got for not paying attention. She swore again under her breath and stared rummaging in her large, designer purse. As she sifted through the amorphous blob of expensive, girly products, she tried to shake the most recent memories from her head. There was no way she had seen who she thought she had, there was just no way. He was probably touring the world with Wes by now, spreading his oh-so-highbrow musical genius to he ends of the earth, as the Evan's family had done for generations... Not wandering around some freaky paranormal school in the middle of the desert!

She found the blood red bottle she'd been looking for and sullenly flopped on a granite bench. She was having trouble remembering the upsides of coming to this insufferable school. So what if Chisa said it was run by shinigami and that as a "weapon" if she didn't stop hunting those evil things without approval she would be hunted down herself. At the time, it had seemed like a good enough reason to tag along, the idea of relinquishing the thrill of the fight and those delicious doses of energy had been too depressing to comprehend.

But now that she was here, the bonds of commitment were wrapping their grubby fingers around her existence. The huge skull and spikes could have easily passed for the modern art adorning the many international schools of her childhood, save for the fact that it wasn't quite abstract enough. What would per past peers have called it? Trite, Comercial, Depthless. This was just another attempt to turn her into a "Lady". Though this time it was all the more unbelievable, she had actually agreed to this one. She dreamily looked up at the sky and it struck her that she must look absolutely illustious with the sun hitting her from that angle. At least she would still be the prettiest girl in school--

"Haha! YOU SHALL NOW BE DEFEATED BY THE ALMIGHTY AND ILLUSTRIOUS ME!", The rough yell jarred the girl out her unusually contemplative similarity in verbage just pissed her off.

"Oh stuff it, Blackstar." another voice replied. Heart looked up to see that she was no longer alone in the wide, stone courtyard. Two boys arounder her age were facing off. The source of the yell had been a stocky, ninja-looking kid with spiky blue hair. The other boy was a bit taller with glasses and dreads. He was obviously calmer, but definatley more angry, "How do you expect to beat us when you haven't even collected a single soul?" The conflict peaked the girl's intrest and the prospect of a fight got her arenaline flowing. Her back straigtened as she watched from the bench, no one had noticed her bottle of nailpolish was placed by the wayside.

As her mind sharpened, other presences caught her attention. At first it was confusing, only two people stood be before her but something else told her that there were definatley five people besides herself. But then she realized each boy was not fighting bare-handed. The boy with dreads fought with two large metal fists while the loud ninja had a strange weapon made of chains and blades. Of course! That must have looked something like that while being weilded too. Though it was impossible to really ever see yourself in full weapon form.

"BECAUSE I'M THE MAN WHO SURPASSED GOD! You will pay for your indiscretions Kilik!"

"MY indiscretion! You're the one that destroyed my term paper!"

"HAHAHa! The words of a weakling cannot reach the ears of a warrior!" the Ninja guy brayed, Heart was getting sick of the sound of his voice, as well as the conversation itself. She didn't really care about what had happened to Dreads-guys's paper, she wanted to see some blows!

"Weakling!"

"I mean that you're nothing compared to the GREAT ASSASIN BLACKSTAR!"

"Heh, Assassin? More like Ass!"

"HAHAHA It is you who are the Ass!" Dreads had a point, But Jeez! What the hell was this! Some Kung Fu movie or a real fight! If they didn't shut it and start beating each other up soon she was gonna have to do it for them!

"Am not!" Heart rose from the bench, her movements graceful and controlled.

"Are to!" The click of designer stilettos made their way toward the middle of the courtyard

"AM NOT---"

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"Spirit-saaann~" One large white finger tapped one large painted tooth, "Where's the maple syrup?"

"Huh?" A breathless deathscythe looked up at his employer. After he had come back from visiting his dearest Maka, Shinigami had handed him a long shopping list. A few hours and many heavy trips later, a big table with all manner of random foods were layed out in Shinigami's office. Macaroni and cheese, Strawberry cake, and Sukiyaki were a few of the main items. One side of the table was also filled with all manners of condiments, Mustard, Tabasco, Chocolate Syrup, unfortunately though, no maple syrup. Now, Spirit had no idea what one would put the Maple Syrup on, since there were definitely no pancakes in the randomized meal spread.

"There has to be Maple Syrup! It's the most important part, Spirit-san!"

"Oh, um, Okay..." Spirit said exhaustedly, he was past questioning things today. He slunk into the hall not paying much attention. "Mayple Syrup---"

"Finally--" Spirit heard a feminine voice say to no one before he felt the painful crunch of another foot on his toe and tripped headlong onto the polished floors. His forehead smacked into the hard surface, the world spun and everything went dark.

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