Dit: HELLO AGAIN! I WROTE THIS CHAPTER TOO!

Kid: What's it about?

Mit: Tell me! TELL ME!

Jessie: -reads chapter, eyes all twinkly- I... I... fina-

Dit: -muffles Jessie's mouth- DONT SPOIL IT!

Rycii: Soul eater is something that we don't own.

Dit: Even though I wish I did

Rycii: 'Cuz then Kid will be ALL MINE!

=Rycii's point of view=

I don't know how long I'd been staying at kids house.

5 days?

I think that was it.

I rubbed my eyes, ugh I was so tired.

I held up my left arm without much effort, so my hand sort of flopped forward

I looked like a cat

'Nyan,' I said, muttering to myself.

My watch read 9:32.

It was set two minutes fast. And digital, so it was actually 9:30.

I flipped my arm back down and, after my long stretch, eye rubbing and then the second stretch, I got out of bed.

I zombie-walked to the chair at the end of the room that had my clothes on.

They were magically clean, as always.

I started putting them on, and then it occurred to me.

Mit and Jessie didn't know where I was.

They had all my stuff.

I wonder what my best friends were thinking.

There were two options.

Either one, they were worried sick about me.

Or two, they wanted to kill my guts.

Or three, it hadn't come to mind yet.

In any case, I needed to talk to them.

And, I mean, I couldn't wear Liz or Patti's clothes.

Kid felt that that would make an un-even number of clothes in each of their draws.

And I wouldn't be seen DEAD in Kid's clothes.

WAAAY too embarrassing.

Eventually, I decided that I would go out on my own to see her.

I made the journey to the kitchen, and smelt something.

Something disgusting.

Ugh, eggs.

Wrinkling my nose, I tiptoed into the kitchen.

'HELLO RYCII!!' Patti said, overly energetic as always.

'Oh, hey Patti,' I said, trying not to smell the evil smell of eggs that was looming in the air.

'We have eggs today, if you don't mind,' Liz stated.

'Urr... I... I...' I didn't want to sound mean by saying that I didn't like eggs, but I nearly threw up whenever I ate them.

I guess they'd have to put up with it

'I'm so sorry, but... I... I don't really like eggs...' By this point, I was facing the floor so much that I wouldn't be surprised if my chin went into my neck.

'Well, we have other stuff... I mean, like, Kid isn't poor or anything, his dad, like, bought the equivalent of a supermarket for him, so I don't think you'll starve...' Liz was taking this cool-ly

I still felt bad though.

'Thank you, I'll just... have some, er... toast.'

'Do you want anything on it?'

'Errr, butter... just butter will be fine...' I tried not to sound spoiled.

'Butter, hmm, I think we have some of that.'

Standing in the doorway, with a white shirt and black jeans, was Kid.

'Morning,' I said, giving him a smile.

'Good morning,' his face looked sort of pinkish.

I wondered what was going through his mind.

I gave a little giggle; I was having one of my spazzy moments that happen every now and again when I act all cutesy and giggle at everything.

Liz looked at me weirdly, probably suspecting what the hell happened last night.

'Umm, I... have to get some stuff, from my friends house, so I'll be over there when I can,' I was muttering, making almost no sound at all.

'Gotcha!' Patti exclaimed, with a grin the size of her face.

-

Boots on.

Check.

Hat on.

Check.

Got bag.

Check.

I'm ready to go.

I opened the door.

Wow! Was the world always this bright!?

I then remembered about the incident, and the fact that that was the last time I was ever outside.

Nervous breakdown will start in:

5...

4...

3...

It came early...

Nothing will happen, caaaalm dowwwn, nothing-will-happen.

There's no freaky guys out there.

Nooo.

No-ones-going-to-hurrt-yooou.

But by this time I was nearly hyperventilating.

I put my foot out in front of me.

See!? You can do it!

I looked down at my hands, how much were they shaking?

I don't know, but it felt like 8 on the Richter scale.

Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder the hand was near white, it looked like the skin of a dead person.

'What is it Kid-kun?' Still trembling, I was.

'I'm coming with you.'

I looked up at him then, he was gazing into the far distance and his eyes were hard, set on something. I didn't notice at first, but he looked worried.

'I'm, fine, really.'

'With that amount of shaking, I don't think you are.'

Oh god, now Mit will have to meet Kid.

And she is the messiest person I know.

I'll have to prepare for Kid having a fit.

-

I don't know how long we were walking, but we talked a surprising amount when we were walking.

But when I found out that he was the son of the God of Death, I found myself very, very scared.

Maybe he did want to kill me.

Maybe he just wanted to get close to me so that I would trust him and then when he kills me it would all be a trap and it would be more fun to kill me and...

Shut up, head.

Soon enough, he noticed my very worried expression; I was near tears.

'Haha! Don't worry, I wont hurt you...'

Somehow, I didn't feel convinced.

He then put his hand round my shoulders. My back was facing him. I looked down; his pale fingers were barley touching my collar bone, he had a grey skull ring on each of his middle fingers.

Fear was now taken over by embarrassment.

I was red again.

And I completely forgot about everything.

Sighing, I carried on walking, and he was following closely behind.

-

We got there, eventually. I took a deep breath in.

Here we go.

I braced myself.

'Now, you must remember, my best friend, is, quite, um, mad, I mean, like, her twin who is also my best friend, isn't as crazy, but it all depends...'

I was warning Kid that, after 6 years of knowing them, the twins still had the odd quirks that I still didn't know about.

I sighed, took a breath so big that my shoulders went up and down and I knocked on the door

'Hel- RYCII!!! RYCII! RYCII! RYCII! OH MY FREAKING GOD WERE THE HELL WERE YOU I WAS WORRIED SICK!'

It was Mit that opened the door.

Crap.

'Hehehe, I, um, stuff happened...'

Memories were flooding back, and tears were peaking through the bottom of my eyes.

It was then, when I was engulfed in a massive hug.

Her face now had a smile, larger than Patti's this morning.

And then she looked behind me, and obviously saw Kid.

Her face had now switched to a glare.

Oh god, Kid was going to get it now...

Wait for it... wait fo-

'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS LITTLE RYCII, LOOK YOU MADE HER CRY YOU LIT-'

'Mit! STOP IT! He hasn't done anything, I've just been living with him for the past 5 days.'

'Oh, well HELLO THERE!!'

Obviously, she hadn't changed one bit since I last saw her.

She had reverted back to her happy mode, and was about to glomp him when I stopped her.

'NO! Mit, he... um...'

'I what?' Kid said, his face showing no expression.

God I wanted to glomp him.

'I don't think it's right for Mit to hug you when she doesn't even know your name. Mit, this is Death the Kid, Kid, this is Mit,' I explained, with the right hand gestures and everything.

I felt like saying, 'The exits are here, here, and here,' like a stewardess on a plane.

'Okay then, now I know his name I can hug him!!' And he was then covered in a hug.

I shuddered and, again, wondered what was going through his head.

Of course, as I suspected, he didn't hug back, he just kept his hands in his pockets.

When Kid had stopped being a letter, and Mit being an envelope, we went inside.

The nostalgic homely scent hit me in almost a second.

'Where're your parents?' I asked, curious.

'Out, said they had to do 'stuff,' won't be back until late.'

'Oh, well, anyway, I was going to pick up my things, you know.'

'Okay, err, what's up with Death-chan?'

'Death-chan?' Oh god, she had already started with the pet-names.

'Just LOOK at him.'

I turned my head; he looked dead, he looked like he was about to be sick, he looked... like a guy with OCD that has just walked into the messiest room in the world.

Which he had.

'His OCD... it's not his fault, it's yours, your room is messy!'

I was in hysterics almost immediately

Mit glared at me, 'Why do you need your stuff? I mean, you normally live here...'

'I...' I went red

'Ooh, your red,' she was giggling now, 'anything happened between you two?'

My mind went through the flashbacks of the past couple of days, and I was blushing even more.

'Nooo, um, in any case, he, Liz, and Patti all said that I could live there permanently.'

'YOU FINALLY FOUND A HOME! OH GOD AFTER YOUR PARENTS DIED YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ONE ALL THE TIME, AND 'CUZ YOUR SO POOR, YOU COULDN'T BUY ONE, OH GOD I'M SO HAPPY! SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY!!'

'SSSHHHH! He doesn't know about... that...'

Luckily, Kid was so caught up in his OCD spazz, he didn't seem to hear.

'Nyaaaw, okay... well anyway, your stuff is upsta-'

The feeling in the air suddenly changed as Kid walked, looking a lot bigger than he did before, towards Mit, anger in his eyes, nothing, as usual, in hers.

'WHERE IS YOUR SENCE OF SYMMETRY? THIS ROOM DISGUSTS ME! I just, just...'

Then Mit looked scared – over reactive her emotions were – and now, she was shaking, as a boy, one year older than her, was looking at her like he was a murderer, a mass-murderer at that.

And before all this information had got into my brain, Mit's body was glowing, she was glowing a luminous blue, you couldn't see her features. The silhouette of her body was morphing, and soon enough, the shape was that of a long, long pole, made out of bamboo.

Wait, WHAT?!

Kid had stopped OCD-ing.

He was, I don't know, he looked shocked, amazed even.

'You're... you're... a weapon??' he said.

-

I WOULD WRITE MORE BUT THEN I THINK THAT WOULD BE THE NEXT CHAPTER MMK!?

Mit:- unenthusiastically- YAAY! I'm a pole! Whoop whoop!

Rycii: You know what I'm like with poles.

Jessie: Yes, sadly we do, little miss HURT HERSELF.

Kid: Wait, WHAT?

Dit: It's a lead-on -winks-