Wazzup?! How are all you dizzles doin' in the hizzle? Wow, I am so lame. If you couldn't guess, that was me trying to type in gangsta talk. As you could see, I failed. But I just got all of the hetalia and kuroshitsuji episodes for Blu-ray, so I was inspired to write!

I decided to start adding a section in the chapters where I will respond to any questions that you have. I see these a lot and think that I should give it a try. But I update relatively fast, so they will not be in every chapter. Here we go!

Guest: I make most of the boys fall in love with her right away because I want her to be a very cute and attractive character. And only MOST of the boys fall in love with her. Trust me; it will be used as a plot device very soon. Mwah ha ha ha!

I do not own Soul eater and any of its characters, they belong to Atsushi Ohkubo. I only own my lovely little OCs. On with the show!

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Kid's POV

Wow, she looked like she was about to explode! Why am I such an idiot? Of course she hates it when people judge somebody badly based on their looks!

"No, you are just like all of us, but he made those scars himself, he is the reason that they are there." I said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Obviously, he barely had any the last time that I saw him. Sorry that I exploded on you like that. I got ahead of myself. I'm usually not like this, but it's early and I'm still half asleep." She said, smiling at me sheepishly, leaning over the rows of pocky we had just stopped in front of. She reached to the top row, grabbing ten boxes of strawberry pocky.

"It's fine. I'm just worried, the Kishin Azura was only killed five months ago, and it was a really stressful time for all of us. I seem to be the one making the slowest recovery." I said, sighing and holding the back of my neck.

"Really? Oh yeah, I heard that some students from the academy went into the madness and attacked Azura head on. You must have been one of them. If I got that close to pure madness, I would have been long gone." She said, looking at me with admiring eyes.

I felt a blush slowly creeping on to my cheeks. I quickly composed myself before she could notice my probably red face. "Do you have everything that you need? I do, but I can hang around if you want." I offered.

"No, I got everything I need, do you want to head out together?" she asked, placing the last box of pocky in her basket.

I nodded in reply. Both of us headed out to the check-out counter, to be greeted by a fairly good looking girl about our age behind the counter. She looked at me up and down, and then noticed the stripes in my hair.

"Hello, welcome to like, Death City market! How many items did you buy today? If it is less than like, five, you may use the self-check out on the other side of the store!" she said in a clearly fake and ditzy voice.

"Hey Ritzy, do you want to check out all of our items together and split the price?" I asked the tall girl next to me.

"No thanks Kid, I got more stuff than you. I wouldn't want you to pay more than you need to." She politely declined. The girl looked at her up and down, a scowl on her face.

"So, you're like the famous Death the Kid. That is like, soooooooo cool! You must be like, sooooooo powerful! Wow, this is like, soooooooo great! Tee-hee!" she squealed. Her voice was hurting my brain. I could almost feel my IQ points slowly decreasing.

"You sound like my cousin Felix from Poland. And you also kind of dress like him." Ritzy stated, staring at the girl with her head cocked the side.

"Well like, all of that food is going to make you fatter than you already are." The girl said, motioning to all of the sugary food in Ritzy's bag.

"First of all, I live with somebody, so I won't be eating it all. Second of all, I do over fifty hours of combat practice a week, so I burn it off with a mix of exercise and my high metabolism. Third of all, I heard that you can burn off calories if you actually use your brain." She said, tapping her head.

Oh no, girl fight!

"Are you calling me like, dumb!?"

"Yes, maybe all of that makeup is clogging up your brain."

"I'm like, barely wearing any!"

"Wow, I'd hate to see your face when you do wear more makeup."

"You shouldn't be talking four eyes. Even your eyes without your like, glasses are weird."

"Kid, I'm going to use the self-check out. Do you want to come with me? I'd honestly go anywhere in the store as long as this fake blond wasn't there." Ritzy quickly said, one of her eyes moved over to glare at the apparently fake blond.

"Sure, I really don't want to be near somebody who makes fun of my friends." I said, and it was true. This girl was as mean as a snake, no wait, that was an insult to snakes.

We walked over to the other side of the store. But our market was really small, unlike our other stores, so it didn't take long. "Thanks for saying what you said back there, are we really friends?" Ritzy asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Of course! But why did you start a fight with her?" It didn't seem like she was the type of person to pick fights with somebody for no real reason.

"Over the years, I've gotten very good at reading facial expressions. I used to need to know what people were thinking, so I learned at a very young age. She was trying to hit on you, but she also saw how wealthy you are. She was most likely going to make you buy her some expensive stuff." She explained, scanning the chocolate chip cake mix in her hand.

"Why would you need to know that?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"For reasons, and lets just leave it at that." She replied, scanning her last item, a large jug of maple syrup. She picked up her stuff, and stepped aside to allow me to use the scanner.

"Sorry, it must be private. I forget that most of the students at the academy have had a pretty bad past." I said, smiling apologetically before I quickly scanned most of my items. It was quite funny actually; most of my food was healthy, with an exception of Patty's sweets, and most of her food had at least five grams of sugar per serving.

"Ah, so it looks like you have noticed my high amount of sugar. Well my little reaper, I can't explain why, but I have extremely high sugar tolerance. All of that fat must go somewhere, but I don't know where. My aunt Elizabeth always giggles when I say that, but I'm not sure why?" she said, an expression of ignorance on her face.

"Oh, well… that's nice." I paused, trying to hide my blush once again. How could she not know what her aunt was talking about?

"Well, let's go outside. It looks like you've scanned everything." She said, turning her head so that it was facing the door.

"Yeah, good idea. Besides, it looks like it's the middle of the day already." I replied, walking towards the door. Once we were outside, the sun was already in the middle of the sky.

"It was nice talking to you Kid. And thanks for warning me about Stien; I guess that you can never be too careful." She said, taking her skateboard off of her back and setting it onto the cobble stone ground.

"Wait! I mean… um, why don't we hang out some more? But only if you want to, you know? Uh, yeah." I stuttered, not wanting her to leave yet.

"Well, I have to head home to put away my stuff, and Shine gets nervous if he's left alone for too long. But… I know! Why don't you invite everybody over to my place for a sleep over? Then we can hang out for twice as long!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah! Oh, I mean, yeah. That sounds cool." I said, trying to regain my composure.

"Okay! So tell everybody to come at six. See you soon!" she shouted, stomping on her board and taking off into the sky. I slowly raised my hand as if to wave.

Once she was out of my sight, I let out a very manly squeal. I can't wait until tonight. I took out my cell phone, ready to make a few calls.

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And this was the 7th chapter. It was very good if I don't say so myself! Remember to leave reviews, suggestions, and tons of questions. Bye-Bye! ^-^