Gomenasai for not updating for so long! I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter as much as you did the first two!

Disclaimer: If I owned Soul Eater, I could just make this all happen in the manga. Also, (as far as I know) the band The Carnivores are fictional and not real. If there is a band named that though, I'd love to know. Remember to R&R!

Chapter Three A Day With Kid

I awoke the next morning. Out of habit, I put my hand on the bedside table to grab my MP3 player, but remembered that it was dead and would never come back. RIP MP3 2011-2014 I knew ye well. I also remembered that Death the Kid was buying me a new one today. I can't go more than a day without my music or I might die. I don't care if he is Lord Death's son, I will punch him today for ruining my music.

I walk out of my room the same way I do every morning. Mostly to piss off my sister. Just in my underwear and bra. I think Maka's just jealous that even though she's five minutes older than I am, but I have the bigger boobs while she's a little flat chest. Yeah we're twins. Not identical, our hair color is different, so are our eyes, and bra size. I love teasing her about that. I'm also half an inch taller. Oh the fun I have with my sister.

"Morning guys," I yawn as I walk into the room.

"Myra, it's one in the afternoon," Donna tells me. Wow, I'm up half an hour earlier than normal. I just shrug and make myself a bowl of cereal then sit down at the table and start eating.

"You do remember that Kid is coming over, right?" Maka asks me. I look at her as if I'm saying are you serious?

"No, really? I had no clue!" I say sarcastically while taking a bite of cereal. I could tell that Soul was holding in a snicker. As if I would forget something as important as getting a new MP3 player.

"Kid is always early to things," Donna says.

"Not the first day of him joining Shibusen. He was seven hours late that day," Soul explained as if it were an obvious thing. I just rolled my eyes. Who cares? As long as I get my music back within the next 4 hours, nothing bad will happen. I finish my cereal and drop the bowl into the sink then go to my room to get dressed.

I pick out the tank top Donna got me for Christmas last year. Another band I am in love with. Story of the Year. (A/n: yes this band is real) Oh my gosh, they are amazing! After I throw the tank top on, I end up having trouble which pair of bottoms I want to wear. Skirt or skinny jeans? And which color? That's seriously my whole closet though. Either tank tops or band t-shirts and skinny jeans with the occasional skirt.

Eventually I settle on wearing my red mini-skirt. Then I lace up my sleek, black combat boots. Looking in the mirror and brushing my red hair, I hear the doorbell ring. It's only about 1:45, but Donna yells to me "Myra! Kid is here!" I smirk at a thought I had. The time he arrives is not a symmetrical time. I want to laugh so hard thinking about it, but hold it back and put my hair into a side pony-tail.

I walk out of my room and see Kid standing in the living room with Maka, Donna, and Soul. As I move to join them, I yawn. It's early morning for me even though it's past noon.

"You're early," I say when I enter the room.

"Did you…just wake up?" Kid asked me.

"More or less. Well, seeing as you are here now, should we go?" He looked me over a little and I saw his eye twitch. I look down at my shirt and notice that there's an extra detail on one side and not the other. Please, please, please don't flip out over my shirt. I beg in my head.

"Sure, let's go," he said, his voice straining from trying to keep calm. It's killing him to not make me change my shirt. I can see it in his two toned eyes. It took me a while to realize Liz and Patty didn't accompany him here. So… it's just the two of us. Could it be..? No. We just met; he's only buying me a new MP3. Nothing else. We both walk out the front door and head to the Death Mall. Seriously though, the majority of this city has buildings that are named 'Death'. I know it's because of Lord Death, but at least try to come up with some original names.

(TIME SKIP)

I'm leaning against the balcony to the second floor of the mall, talking with these two guys who are so obviously flirting. I hate flirty guys, but I decided to have a little fun. Kid is arguing with the electronics store manager about the symmetry of how their products are displayed.

"So, I could take you to my place and make you dinner," one of them said. Ugh, BARF!

"Sounds interesting, but I have trust issues. How would I know the food isn't poisoned before I eat it? How do I know I can trust you?" I tell him and his friend or brother or whatever he is.

"Well, if I pushed you over this and he caught you before you fell to your doom, would that be good enough to trust him?" the other one says.

"But then I wouldn't trust you," I tell him.

"Come on, what are you scared of?" the first guy asks me.

"Nothing. It's just a stupid tactic." The two guys exchange a glance and I really don't like the look of it. Then both of them move closer to me. I try to back up, but my back is already pressed up against the glass railing.

"Now!" The one on my left exclaims. Then the two guys take hold of me and pick me up.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!" Suddenly, I see the ceiling and my hair is dropping downward. My breathing starts to increase in speed as I'm hanging upside down now, being held by my ankles. I have to hold my skirt so they don't see my underwear. I hear someone scream, then I realize it was my own voice.

"Kid!" I scream out to him. I guess he saw what was going on, because he was already there.

"Stop it. Just pull her back up," he tells them.

"Why don't you just mind your own business?" the second guy spits.

"Or is she your girlfriend?" the first guy snickers.

"We are NOT dating!" Kid and I say at the same time.

"Guys, just let her go," Kid tells them. I want to face palm, but I'm still holding my skirt. I close my eyes to keep from crying, because in truth, I am afraid.

"Alright, you heard him Sean," the second guy tells the first. I can't feel their hand around my ankles anymore and air is rushing past my face. All I can think of is I'm going to die. I don't hold it back. I scream my lungs out as I fall, because this is the end for me. I can't keep the tears from streaming down my face as I fall. I can't see anything, or feel anything under me, but I know that a stone cold floor awaits me and will soon be stained with my blood.