Hey! Look, I know I haven't updated in a few weeks, but I just want to say something: YOU GUYS ROCK! I mean seriously, thanks so much for the reveiws I've gotten. I worked hard on this chapter. Even though it isn't my favorite one to write, I still hope you like it! Secrets is soooo happyy! Now I've gotten reviews,it only makes me want more! It's an addiction, and you're my supliers. So supply! AS always, enjoy!

Disclaimer: *deep breath* I'm SecretsAreTooFun, and I may own a Yoyo, a leather messanger bag, and a pug...but I don't own Soul Eater. I own Emi...but you can borrow her if you ask nicely!

"Remind me, why am I doing this?" Emi asked as she locked her apartment door. It had been three days since she first arrived in Death City, but still she didn't feel safe leaving it unlocked.

"Because, when the amazing Black Star asks you to hang out with his, admittedly less amazing, friends, you don't say no. You say yes. It's common sense!" Black Star rolled his eyes at Emi. They had spent every day together since she arrived, but somehow his true awsomeness had failed to sink into her yet.

"And why would I want to meet your friends?" Emi questioned, half joking. Of course, this means she's half serious. Emi would never admit it to her only friend, but she was slightly nervous. After all, besides Kidd and Black Star, she knew no one. Not that she really knew Kidd. She hadn't seen him since they knocked into each other that first night. He had seemed into her, but maybe that's just the way boys acted here. Or maybe he was just looking for a fling. But he had seemed so nice….

"We're here!" Black Star's loud voice interrupted her thoughts. I mean, lets face it. Black Star's voice could interrupt anything or anyone.

Emi snapped out of her daze, looking around at the busy street they had walked to. She had no idea where they were, but it seemed to be another student dorm street. This was just a guessed, based by the many teenagers and small apartments.

Emi looked down at her outfit, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious. What if they thought her jean short-shorts were slutty? What if they thought her crimped hair looked stupid? Or her vintage looking army jacket and white tank were too plain? Wait….why did she even care? After all, she was Emi. And Emi doesn't care what people think. Too much pride, not enough dignity. Yes, there is a difference.

Black Star banged on the wooden front door, yelling out,

"Soul! Open up! I brought her!" Great, just what she needed. Nothing against Black Star, but he was exactly the best person for PR.

After a second, a tall, slouchy teenage boy opened the door. With snow-white hair and blood-red eyes, he looked a little evil. And very cool. Like "I don't give a damn, I'm the best, not that I'd brag about it, 'cause that's not cool" kind of cool.

The boy, who was apparently Soul, gave Emi a once over. Finally, he gave a small nod and said, "Nice."

Black Star nodded proudly. After all, he had discovered Emi. If his friends liked her, even if it wasn't as much as he did, that would be too great for words. Probably because Black Star doesn't know any words big enough to express that emotion. Try inserting incredible, fantastic, fabulishous, ect.

"Soul Eater, this is Emi. She's the great Black Star's newest friend! And Emi, this Soul Eater. He's the great Black Star's best friend. Except for Tsubaki."

"Hey. Cool house."

"Come on in. It's better on the inside."

Pretty awesome, right? Emi and Soul getting along. Black Star thought so.

Emi and Black Star walked in to the house. Emi, unfortunately, was checking out the pictures hung in the hall. And also trying to walk at the same time. I know, I know, not the smartest idea.

A whack of two bodies colliding, a thud as they hit the ground, and a groan. All of this was too familiar for Death the Kid. And so was the girl he was staring at when he got up. Those amber eyes focused on the cute girl, who was pushing herself into a sitting position. Soul looked on with amusement, while Black Star was too distracted with staring at a picture of himself and Soul on the wall.

Amber met navy, and a flash of recognition flashed through the latter. She smirked up at the familiar boy, and said,

"You know, we should really stop meeting like this."

"Well, as long as this encounter goes as well as the last…"Kidd offered her his hand, and she took it.

"I don't see why it wouldn't. After all, I do get the chance to fulfill certain promises," Emi's smirk grew at the hint of a blush creeping onto Kidd's pale cheeks.

"Ahh, so you remember?" He smirked at her, enjoying the banter.

"How could I forget?" And with that, Emi closed the gap between them. She reached up, placing a hand on the boys chin, drawing his face down. She stood on her tippy toes, and pecked him softly on the left cheek.

"Happy now?" She grinned, stepping back.

"It was never about being happy. It was about symmetry."

Black Star gaped at the exchange he had just witnessed. Since when did Emi know Kidd? And why did she just kiss his cheek? A small fire seemed to light itself in his belly as he grabbed Emi's wrist.

"Come on, Em. Everyone else is in here," Black Star sneered at an abashed Kidd as he pulled her past. Soul followed them into the living room, and the Grim Reaper Jr. brought up the rear.

The tiny room was packed with Weapons and Meisters. Liz, Patty, Maka, and Tsubaki sat on various couches and chairs. Soul took a seat on a couch next to Tsubaki. Kidd crossed the room, taking a perch on the loveseat, between his weapons. Black Star sat next to Soul, pulling Emi onto his lap. Not that she had a choice, as there were no more seats available in the room.

People went in a circle, introducing themselves. Everyone seemed calm. Soul, Tsubaki and Emi started discussing different missions rumored to become available once the school reopened. Liz and Maka argued over the importance of classes. Patty entertained herself with a loose thread on her shirt. Everything looked fine objectively.

Except, if you look closer, you might notice how Black Star and Kidd were shooting each other daggers across the room. Or how Kidd's jaw twitched every time he glanced at the new girl. Or how Emi wasn't at all oblivious to the looks she got from some certain females in the room. Looks of pain, and regret.

Yes, everything looked fine from far. But really, it was far from good. And steadily getting worse.

OOOOOHHHHHH yeah! Secrets pulls out the cliffy! SO, tells me what you thunk about it. Oh! and if anyone has any guesses as to where 'fabulishous' comes from, I shall personally reveiw each of your stories if you get it right! And, I also wanna do something fun with this: Leave comments or PMs saying what cooland unique weapon you think Emi should be. Again, whoever wins will be credited and get personal reviews on each story. As always, love hearing from you, beautiful readers.

LotsOfPeace, Be Safe, Keep it real, And Live a Little More each day~

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