Hello my lovely readers :3. Thank you for the wonderful review. I really appreciate it. They make me feel so happy :D Tiny Devil Girl asked a very good question which was if Liz secretly liked Kid, my answer is that I'm not really sure lol. I thought about the idea at first when I thought of this story, but I wasn't quite sure. So, yeah I'm not sure XD. Hopefully, this chapter is better then the last chapter. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

Disclaimer: As we all know, I don't own Soul Eater.

Kid's eyes wearily began to open. His vision was blurry due to the terrible feeling of tiredness. He looked around his surroundings to see a certain little pinkette sleeping in front of him. Oh yeah, he had stayed with Crona for the night. Hopefully, his friends weren't panicking or jumping to conclusions of his absence. They probably wont care if I'm gone for awhile, he told himself.

He looked at the clock that read eight. Just in time! Kid leaned into his seat and watched the pinkette in front of him. She was letting out small breaths as she slept. She looked more peaceful than the night before. That innocence on her face made her look like she was out of misery, but he knew that wasn't the truth. She must have felt like giving up in life in the inside and sadly, that was the truth.

Soon, he'd have to leave her right after she told him about Medusa's whereabouts. His father would most likely never let him see her again. He felt like he was playing with her emotions which made him feel like complete garbage. But, he has a crush on her! Those feelings can't be fake right? No, he knew for sure that he liked her and that was the truth! One important question he asks himself though is . . . would he be willing to let her go if anyone figured out that he had been seeing Medusa's daughter for a long time? What would his friends think? Worst of all, what would his father think? He knew that his father would not except the fact that his son had grown fond of a witch's daughter. There was no doubt about it. Then what would he do if his father forced him to never see Crona again? Would he obey his father or would he follow the path of happiness? Which would he choose? He would just have to wait until that day came to choose his answer.

Crona's eyes slowly began to open. Her eyes turned to look at Kid, who had a smile plastered on his face. "Good Morning Crona." Kid greeted.

"G-Good Morning." She greeted back more timidly.

"How did you sleep." He asked.

"Good. H-How a-about you?"

"Good." His back ached a bit, but it didn't bother him. At least he got to spent the night with his little crush.

On the hospital over-bed table laid Crona's breakfast for today. It consisted of the same meal she had yesterday. The nurse must have brought it in while they were asleep. "Are you hungry?" He asked. Crona shook her head. Of course that would be her answer.

"Come on Crona. You're sick and the only way you'll get better is if you eat." Kid said. Crona let out a small groan.

"Please Crona?" If she refused to eat again then he would have to make her eat the hard way.

"I-I'm okay, really." She said.

He sighed. The hard way it would be then. Kid grabbed the spoon in the bowl of soup and looked at the girl in front of him. "Crona?"

Crona turned to look at him,"Ye-" Her sentence was cut short when a spoon with soup was stuffed into her mouth. Her eyes widened at the unexpected action. The warm soup went down her throat and into her empty belly. Kid chuckled at her surprised reaction. "Sorry. I just had to find a way to get you to eat." He apologized. Crona blinked a couple of times, confused and surprised at what had just happened. Cute, Kid thought.

"I-It's okay." Crona blushed.

"Now that you've tried it. Eat." He ordered.

After half an hour of getting Crona to eat the rest, she had finally gave in and finished half of her breakfast. She had tried to share the other half with Kid, but the striped hair boy insisted that she should eat it to build up her strength. Her fever was still high, but it wasn't as high as two days ago. He hoped that she would get better soon.

Kid looked at the clock and let out a small sigh. It was almost eleven.

"W-What's wrong?" Crona asked.

"I'm going to get yelled at big time when I get home." He responded. He had promised the Thompson sisters that he would be back by eight. He was now almost three hours late. Not a good thing.

"Y-You can go i-if you like," she said. "I-I don't want you t-to get in trouble."

He really didn't want to leave. All he wanted was to stay with her. He didn't feel like being pummeled by questions by his weapons about why he was late and where he was. That would mean he would have to tell more and more lies to them. He felt guilty enough. Why did he have to make that promise to his weapons?

"I'm sorry Crona, but I promise I'll be back tomorrow." He assured. Crona nodded and smiled. Kid stood up from the chair and walked out of the room after they said their goodbyes.

"Operation find Kid starts now!"

All four girls ran out of the mansion, giggling. For a simple plan, it wasn't that boring as they thought it would be. Maka had began to feel Kid's soul nearby as they walked a couple of miles farther to his direction. "Is he coming any closer?" Liz asked. "His soul's a bit far, but yes, he's heading towards the mansion," she responded. "Let's keep walking straight." They followed Maka's orders and continued walking straight.

"Wait," Maka stopped. "Wont Kid notice you two are gone?"

"He wont care." Liz muttered. "Has he changed direction?"

"Nope, but we should probably change direction so he wont see us." She suggested. The three girls nodded and changed direction. Suddenly, Kid changed his course.

"Huh?"

Liz glanced over at Maka. "What?"

"He changed direction."

"Does he know we're following him?" Tsubaki asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"I don't . . . think so. He's heading to the grocery store." Maka answered.

"Great! That gives us a chance to pass by him without letting him see us. Come on!" Liz beamed. All the girls quickened there pace and were able to pass by Kid without him even sensing their souls. So far, everything was going as planned.

"We at least know he's been lying since this isn't the way to the academy." Maka said as they all continued running. "Soul and I ran into him two days ago and this was the same path he was coming back from."

Liz looked at Maka, "You ran into him two days ago? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I forgot."

"Too busy thinking about Soul?" Liz teased.

"Shut up!"

After a couple of minutes of running, Liz had began to get tired. "I'm getting tired. Let's stop." Liz panted. They had been running for a long time. Even though it was fall, all that running had caused them to feel hot. "Are we almost there?" Asked the older demon pistol.

They had been following Kid's tracks in the sand. The tracks ended at the moment and Maka tilted her head to the right in confusion. The other three girls mimicked her action. "What?" The tracks had led them to a hospital. Was this really the correct destination? Maybe they were following the wrong tracks.

"A hospital?" They all said in unison. This wasn't what they were expecting! They were expecting maybe a house or a secret 'make out' hideout. Anything, but a hospital! That was the least they expected.

"He's been going to a hospital!" Liz growled. "Maka this is all your fault!"

"My fault!?"

"Please you two! Don't fight." Tsubaki begged. Patty broke into a laughing fit as she watched the two other blondes bicker away. "You made us follow the wrong tracks!" Liz argued. "No I didn't!" Maka snapped.

The two had finally come to a stop from their argument after ten minutes had passed. Liz groaned, "Why would he be coming to a hospital? Hospitals are depressing and boring." There was no reason Kid should be coming to a hospital. It made no sense. Maybe all those times he said he was doing a mission were true. No . . . it can't be. She could tell he was lying to her all those times.

The older demon pistol sighed, "He's either flirting with a nurse or he was actually doing a mission for his father."

"What do we do now?" Tsubaki asked.

"We'll spy on him again tomorrow. Maka and Tsubaki wait nearby our house tomorrow early in the morning," she explained, "it might be easier if we just follow him around. We'll take a break for today. I have a feeling that Soul and Black Star are about to die of starvation right now, or there probably ripping each other to shreds." Maka rolled her eyes and Tsubaki giggled. After saying their goodbyes, all girls began heading their rightful ways back home.

Gallows Mansion

Kid had returned home from the hospital not so long ago. He also made a small trip to the grocery store to get some ingredients for a little surprise he was going to make for a certain pinkette to try to make her feel better. He was going to attempt to make her a batch of brownies. It can't be that hard, right?

He placed the ingredients and the bowl in front of him. "Okay. What do I do first?" He asked himself. Cooking wasn't one of his specialties. When he was younger he would watch Liz cook. She made it look easy, so if it seemed easy then it should be easy.

He grabbed the baking mix box and scanned the instructions over. Kid exhaled, "Seems simple enough." He poured the baking mix into the bowl and then placed the rest of the ingredients in after. So far everything was going well.

After he got the pan out and poured the batter in, he placed it into the oven. The instructions said to bake it in the oven for thirty five minutes, but that was an asymmetrical number! How could they put thirty five minutes! What was the person who was writing the instructions thinking? What has this world come to? He placed it in for eighty eight minutes instead. Adding fifty three minutes shouldn't harm them.

Kid sat in front of the oven, cross legged. He looked like an eager child waiting for his present on Christmas day. He would open the oven at times to check if they were almost done. Sadly . . . only two minutes had passed by.

He sprawled himself out on the kitchen floor. He was so bored. The brownies felt like they were going to take eternity to bake. Kid checked the time on the oven. They had been in the oven for five minutes already. That meant he had to wait only eighty three more minutes. He'll live.

Fifty minutes had gone and past and he was getting really bored of waiting for the timer to go off. There was nothing in the house that could keep him occupied. Everything was symmetrical and clean so there was no cleaning to do. Wait a minute! A ding went off in him. The house felt awfully empty. Where was Liz and Patty?

As if on cue, the door in the living room slammed open revealing the two Thompson sisters. Kid sat up from the ground and looked at the entrance of the mansion.

Liz pinched her nose, "Gosh! What's burning?" Patty pointed at Kid and giggled, "He's home! He's home!"

"Where were you two?" He asked.

". . . Somewhere." Liz responded. "You never answered my question, what's burning?" She walked into the kitchen and opened the oven to find burned brownies still baking. Liz turned off the oven then looked at Kid. "How long did you put them in for?" Liz asked, sounding angry.

" . . . Eighty eight minutes . . ."

"You're suppose to put them in for only thirty five minutes."

"But that's . . . that's asymmetrical!" Kid grimaced. If she only understood the beauty of symmetry, she would have known how he felt.

"Who cares! If you want them to turn out right then follow the instructions!"

"Does that mean I'll have to make them over again?" He groaned.

"Yes, but Patty and I are going to help you this time!" The only reason why she was going to help him is because she was going to try to get the answer out of him again.

The ingredients were already set out in front of them. Good thing Kid had bought another box of baking mix. Kid was putting the ingredients in the bowl, Patty was mixing it up in a very violent way, and Liz was going to bake them in the oven this time.

"Why exactly are you making brownies anyways?" Liz asked.

"Because I'm hungry . . ." Kid lied.

"Brownies for breakfast?" She didn't believe it one bit.

"Is that a problem?"

"Not . . . really, but you don't usually eat sweets."

"Now I do."

The timer went off signaling that the brownies were done. Liz opened the oven to see wonderful baked chocolate brownies. The sweet, rich aroma filled the entire kitchen. Liz put on the black and white oven mitts and took out the pan.

When it came to cutting them, Kid kept on complaining about how Liz was cutting them asymmetrically. At the end, Kid took the knife and began to cut them into symmetrical little squares. It had taken him two hours, but they turned out perfect at the end. After he had cut out sixteen perfect squares, he put eight in a small plastic bag and left the other eight on the plate.

"You can have the rest. I just want eight." Kid ran up to his room leaving the two sisters looking confused.

"Wait! Kid!" Liz shouted. She heard the door shut with a muffled 'thank you' from upstairs. Damn it! She forgot to ask him. Guess she'll just have to figure out all by herself then.

Kid looked at the symmetrical brownies in the bag. A black and white striped ribbon was tied around the top of the plastic bag. All he had to do now was wait for tomorrow to give it to her.

D'aww who wouldn't want brownies from Kid? XD I know that scene was random, but I was eating a brownie while writing this and I'm like "Hey! I want to see Kid make brownies!" *nosebleed* Anyways, I have to stop fangirling and get on to writing chapter 12. I don't know when I'll post it I just know it's going to be sometime this week. I'm going to try to post three chapters this week since it's my last week of summer break. NO! I wanna cry :'( Oh well. Hope you guys like this chapter. Tell me if I made you hungry for brownies in the review, okay? XD Bye!