Hey all! I wont lie, This chapter blows... I just couldn't get it right. It makes me so saddd! its not funny at alll! T.T But please read it anyway! I need serious pointers on writing kid... Anyway... uh, bye...

Chisa watched quietly as her brother took it upon himself to to pick up the girl at his feet. His eyes stayed trained on her face, but otherwise he seemed calm. Much more calm than she had expected actually. She leaned over to Liz, "Did learn to chill or something while I was gone?"

"Not that I know of..." Liz watched her Meister with equal confusion but let her attention drift as they walked toward Shinigami's office."It's good to see that you're back! We were all kind of worried when you decided to run off like that..."

"Did you bring us any presents!" Patti asked brightly.

"Er well, maybe?" Chisa scratched her head nervously and started to sift through her bag. She probably had some souvenirs somewhere...

...

Was she? Or wasn't she?

There were not many things that were more important than life or death in the world. As a whole, "life and death" was a largely subjective conviction, some cared for freedom, others love, and some, well one person most prominently, cared for symmetry. Usually, though, he didn't bother to search for it in the physical forms of those around him. While the basic design of the human body was quite exquisite, its execution in the inhabitants of the world him were invariably flawed. To this date, Kid had never encountered a living being that was perfectly symmetrical. It was terribly depressing, but something he had learned to live with.

However...

"Niisan! I brought you some-"

"-In a moment."

The young Shinigami silenced his sister. Chisa would have to wait until this certain matter was resolved. He looked down at the newly unconscious girl, the one she had said was her new partner, the one that had been very close to seriously injuring Blackstar. She had also had an unusual wavelength, though all of that was inconsequential compared to what Kid was now verifying in detail.

Eyebrows- check. Eyes- perfect. Nose- right down the middle. He lifted her chin and swiveled her head around. Checking for any moles or blemishes that might dash his quickly rising hopes. Not a single one could be found. It was a perfect face and he would have to check with with a ruler later, but, from what his senses told him, this girl was the exception to humanity's flawed construction. She was, he dared to think, perfectly symmetrical.

He held the comatose girl out in front of him, awe filling his very soul.

...

"What the..."

"Oh dear..."

"Teehee!"

Liz, Chisa, and, to some lesser extent, Patti watched the odd scene unfold. Chisa had tried to get her brother's attention and the true awkwardness had begun to reveal itself. The two more aware girls exchanged looks of apprehension at the unexpected turn of events.

"Look everyone! S-She's Beautiful!" Kid gushed, smiling that smile that only one thing could cause. He turned to them, awkwardly holding Heart up by her armpits. "Chisa! Where on earth did you find such a perfectly symmetrical person!"

There was a long pause. Not in Chisa's darkest and most grotesque nightmares could something have turned out as badly as this. She had figured the topic of symmetry and its applications, along with some outrageous emotional responses on the part of her brother, would come up at some point. Though, she had never paid enough attention to realize that she was bringing something inconvenient right along with her.

"uhhm..." Chisa replied slowly, trying to think of a way to diffuse the situation. "Her hair is messed up you know. And there's a spot on her left shoe" She gestured to the curtains of white curls, made frazzled by their time in contact with the ground and a scuff on her designer heels.

"Th-Thats True!", Kid replied, "I won't allow it!" his voice took that preachy outraged tone and Chisa inwardly sighed in relief. The awkward situation would be over soon...Right?

"Someone get me a hairbrush!" he demanded as he set Heart down in the tile hallway. Chisa noticed with mortification that he was arranging her arms and legs so that they rested precisely at her sides. He then pulled a handkerchief out of nowhere and started on her smudged shoe. "Well? We haven't any time to waste!", he said again when no one reacted the first time, "Liz! I know you carry a comb at all times! Please lend me your aid! Chisa! Patti! You will need to hold up her shoulders so that this hair doesn't drag on the floor when I'm fixing it!"

With a roll of her eyes Liz handed over her pocket-sized comb and Patti quickly took her place at Heart's shoulder. Chisa watched on with disturbed amazement. It seemed that Niisan had won the complete loyalty of his partners though she knew they both didn't always agree with him. Chisa found herself being the lone person that wasn't contributing to the "Fix Heart's Hair" project. A pair of annoyed golden eyes were staring at her, slowly followed by two sets of ambivalent blue ones.

There was no way she was indulging that idiot in his neuroses an besides that, wasn''t it pretty weird to brush an unconscious person's hair. Not only was it pointless, but Chisa could almost hear Heart herself making snide comments about the inherent creepyness of it all. Well, it was what Chisa called creepy... heart would probably have used other words that Chisa tried hard to keep out of her vocabulary. Whatever the case, there was no way she was allowing this to continue!

"You have got to be kidding me!" Chisa asked loudly, "Aren't we supposed to go talk to dad! And really! I know that you have that psychotic thing about symmetry but you just look like a crazy perv to the rest of the world!" Chisa let her face settle into a deep scowl and retrieved her friend/weapon from the floor. She saw the stricken look on Kid's face and knew he would take her comments rather hard, but it didn't matter anymore. She was remembering why she had left in the first place. She wished Heart was awake to back her up but she remained unconscious. Though that might have been for the better... She stomped back to her father's office not caring if anyone followed her.

...

Faces and scenes came back and fourth. It was as if the whole of her memories had become one tangible storm and as her thoughts changed the scene followed. It was this perfect lucidity that told Heart she was dreaming.

Normally she would have relaxed, thought up some fun stuff, added a few thing that had never really happened and enjoyed the second world that dreams offered. This was not something she thought about specifically, but was the way her mind worked, like a catalog that she was free to change at any time.

Though, as she stood on the flower-lined path her own thougts seemed to have a life of their own. Her mind kept slipping away from her, going farther back than was comfortable, fabricating images and feelings she had long ago chosen to ignore. She tried to wake up but her body had turned into useless lump.

She looked up at the clean white house at the end of the path. It was a clean, domestic scene but it dredged up the poison that always dwelt in the pit of her stomach. She could feel it weakening her making her soft and vulnerable from the inside out. Tears were running down her cheeks and they wouldn't stop. She felt more than saw the front door of the house open. Someone was slowly making their way chest squeezed, they were going to see her like this, crying for no good reason, her mascara was probably running too. She tried to move, but she found that her feet had become trapped in the ground. She thrashed and pulled and tried to get free but her efforts were useless. A human figure made its way to the brink of her blurred vision.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from far away.

Heart tried to wipe the water from her face but somehow it kept coming and coming, relentlessly running down her face. Why was her face so wet anyway? Tears ran downward, so why was her forehead dripping with water? She sneezed as some of the obnoxious liquid defied gravity again and went up her nose. She coughed and realized that she wasn't standing anymore.

"Heart~ Wake up~" Chisa was using her annoying-as-hell wake-up voice. Through slit eyelids she saw that she was holding a wet sponge over her face.

"God~ Why don't you shut up..." As Heart rejoined the world of the living, she was met by a plethora of aches and pains. Starting most prominently with her head and extending to everywhere else. She clamped her hands over her ears. Lukewarm water had soaked into her hair and the top of her dress. It made her feel sweaty, though it had been nice of Chisa not to use ice water.

"That's what you get for staring some stupid fight." Chisa scolded but kept her voice quiet this once. "I'll forgive your lack of grace since you've just had the stuffing beaten out of you."

Heart opened her eyes and looked up, surprised. "I didn't win?"

"Well..." for a moment the the young meister though about saying "yes" and letting Heart think she'd lost, but... "You would've totally destroyed him! But some kid with dreads ran for help and Niisan took you down."

"Oh, your brother? The crazy one?" Heart slowly sat up, for some reason she had been laying on the floor. Instead of a pillow, she was laying on a folded jacket.

"Uh-" Chisa began to reply but another voice beat her to the punch.

"See! I am crazy! The epitome of useless, insane trash! Incapable of preserving even the smallest spec of what is important! Oh forgive me fallen goddess of sy-mrrrph" Chisa cringed, Kid had insisted on following Chisa back to the office and had proceeded to wail about perceived shortcomings and failures. Liz and Patti had almost gotten him back to normal, and now covered his mouth as he relapsed. As usual, Dad was no good, just watching everyone flip out...

Heart observed her surroundings and wondered if she was still dreaming. The room was quite empty, dominated by a large stone dais and a big mirror. The walls looked like they were covered with some kind of ghostly mist. The people weren't much more down to earth either. Beyond Chisa, Heart could see two blonde girls in matching outfits were partially restraining the source of the psychotic babbling, a young man with white stripes on his hair. Heart could guess who it was. Beyond them, there was a tall, dark figure.

"Uhm, Don't mind him!" Chisa waved her hand with a with a nervous smile, "He's not like this all the time..."

(Blehhh Sick of writing now! I'm so not in love with this chapter...)