Okay, big plans here guys. BIG THINGS! Get ready to have your heart strings tugged at and fangirly squeals! Also, even though it is called "fangirl", can we all just use it as a gender neutral term? I feel like that works. Okay, enough stalling. Time for the next chapter! Woohoo! This chapter is dedicated to: DeaththeKidOCD and . Thanks for leaving me reviews! ^w^

I was doing my mascara waiting for Patti and Kid to be done getting ready. I sat in the dining room with my compact finishing the last few strokes when patti walked in wearing a white blouse and black skirt similar to my own. She was usually so happy and chipper, but with the circumstances of today, I could understand why there was no smile on my younger sister's face. I looked at her and immediately started choking up. Sure, patti and I weren't twins, but I imagined myself in Maka's position, me losing Patti. That felt so awful, much too awful to keep the thought, so I pushed it away and went to hug my sister. She gently hugged me back.

"Nothing will ever be the same, will it?" she asked in a somber tone.

"Of course not. But remember Patti, we have to stay strong and happy. For Myra, for our friends, Maka and Kid especially. They need us to help cheer them up when they are sad," I told her, giving her a quick squeeze before letting her go.

"Yeah, okay Liz," she looked up at me and flashed a smile, which was infectious, so i couldn't help but smile back.

"You two ready?" I heard a voice from the door. It was Kid. The first words he had spoken since after we defeated the witches. I saw that his black tie was crooked and loose, so I walked over to him to help fix it.

"We are, but you look like a fashion disaster," I joked while re-aligning his tie and tightening it.

"Thanks," he said softly then sighed. "You know, you would think after all the time I've been alive, stuff like this would get easier. But it doesn't. It never does."

"I know Kid, but it helps to have people around you who care about you so you won't be so lonely. It also helps you get through it when you think of happy memories you had with that person."

"I've heard it all before, Liz," he lightly swatted away my hand. "but it doesn't mean that it always helps. Especially when everything you see gives you some reminder of that person. Do you know how much red furniture we have in this house? A lot. And you know what happens when I look at any of it? I am reminded of her. I am reminded that I wasn't fast enough or strong enough to save her. How we were too late."

"Kid, you know it's not your fault that happened. Now stop beating yourself up. Besides," I told him.. "we are going to be late if we don't leave now."

Kid took a deep breath to calm himself down and nodded to me. Then, we left the manor to go to school for the funeral. A strange place to have it, but the only private place that's protected from kishins and other creatures was the Death Room, which is where we were all headed. When we walked out of our home, however, Kid hesitated. To get to the funeral on time would mean travelling by Myra's Motorcycle, which we took the morning after the battle. We had meant to bring it back, but Kid hadn't left his room at all since we got home. So there it was, that electric blue motorcycle with its lighting bolt running through the middle of the body, just sitting in our driveway which served no purpose until the other day. I could see it in Kid's eyes, he was remembering the search we had done with Black Star and Tsubaki for the others to save them. The whole week was playing through his head and I knew I had to do something. I walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's get going, Kiddo," I told him.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Let's go." He was obviously out of it, but I wasn't about to mention it. He sat on the seat of the motorcycle and I right behind him with Patti already transformed in her weapon form in my hand. Kid started the engine and we were off. We drove swiftly, maneuvering in and out between the cars. It was an absolutely beautiful day out, completely ironic weather for a funeral. I watched people on the sidewalks going about their daily business and I just couldn't help but start to think that they had no idea what had transpired a few days ago. They had no idea that someone so important to my friends and I was gone. It was a bit disheartening, but, I suppose that's how it usually goes. The rest of the world moves on without even considering the loss. It's probably because people die every second and are replaced in the same moment by smaller, squisher humans.

We rode in silence. Silence was a common thing for us now and we could only hope for things to get better for us soon. Mostly for Kid. As bad as Maka and her dad feel about this whole ordeal, I think Kid took the hardest hit. Or at least a close second to Maka and Death Scythe.

Since Kid knows the school like the back of his hand, we took a back ramp all the way up to the front entrance of the school. He turned off the engine and we hopped off. Patti resumed her human form and we walked the halls to the Death Room. A few people passed us and greeted us, but quickly backed away after Patti and I gave them glares to leave us alone. We knew Kid didn't want to talk to anyone or be bothered by anything, so we thought it best that we scare people away.

A few minutes later, we arrived in the Death Room and walked all the way down to where we saw a few chairs set up with a podium and a casket in front of Lord Death's mirror. I saw Kid's arm twitch in anticipation and nervousness of this whole ordeal. As his friend and weapon, it was my duty to make him feel at ease, so to hopefully still his nerves, I took his hand in mine.

"I know," I whispered to him as we walked down to the chairs. There were a few others here as well. The three girls who were in the NOT class sat quietly in the back row, Stein who stood by Myra's casket, and Lord Death, who was off to the side a bit. Kid removed his hand from my hold, which I understood his reasoning for it. Kid took a seat in the front row and Patti and I took our seats in the row behind him.

After we sat down, Black Star and Tsubaki walked in and sat with Patti and I. So there we were. The six of us in the room were silent as we waited for Maka, Spirit, and everyone else. It was taking longer than expected for them to show up and I was getting a bit worried. And awkward in the silence.

"This is stupid," Black Star broke the silence.

"Black Star!" Tsubaki scolded.

"I'm not done," he continued. " It's stupid how quiet it is in here. You all know damn well that Myra hated silence. Lord Death, can we get some tunes in here?"

"I," Kid started. " I have her DeathPod…" Kid reached into his pocket and pulled out Myra's DeathPod wrapped in her ear buds. On the back of it, I could see, was a self done engraving. It was a jagged heart carved in with a date on it. I didn't know what the date was, but if Myra had it engraved on her music player, then it had to be important to her. Most likely having to do with Kid as well. Kid unraveled the ear buds and handed it to Black Star with a shaky hand. Then Black Star whispered something to Kid which I couldn't make out. Kid nodded to him and Black Star started fiddling with Myra's DeathPod.

"Shit, do you know her passcode?" Black Star asked. Kid shook his head, Patti, Tsubaki, and I said we didn't know either.

" 1,3,5,7,9. Try that," I heard a voice behind us. We all turned around to see Donna, Maka, Soul, Chrona, and Spirit walking in. There was also a purple cat trailing them, which I assumed was Blair. It was Donna who spoke the passcode. Black Star typed it in and exclaimed an 'aha!' as he went to open Myra's music library and played her music.

Maka and the others sat in the front row next to Kid with Blair settling down in Spirit's lap. Kid's head dropped lower when a song came on. I knew that song, because Kid always talked about when he and Myra first kissed to this song. I peered at Kid and saw tear drops fall into his lap, though he didn't ask Black Star to change it. Black Star then placed the DeathPod on the podium and went back to sitting with Tsubaki, Patti, and I. We all kind of sat there listening to the music really awkwardly.

The song finally changed to...yet another awkward song. I didn't recognize it, but it sounded really emo and the singer's voice was really pretty. It sounded like she was saying "bring me to life" and some other stuff. Maka stood up and walked over to the casket and her father followed close behind. They stayed there for a few minutes, Maka placed her hand over her sister's. It was a really sad sight to see. They had been together literally forever and now it was over. None of us could ever imagine what Maka must be feeling. I saw her lift her free hand to her mouth as she began to cry, her eyes wide in...surprise?

-POV Change-

I felt something warm touch me. Not in a gross way, but in a gentle way, like, whoever touched me was upset about me or something.

Oh. Wait.

Today is my funeral. And I'm late waking up. I decided now was a good enough time to wake up. Hey, better late than never, am I right?

I took my first real breath since the other day. Breathing is optional for me now. Cool. Also, was that Amy Lee's voice I heard singing? Nope, just changed. Now it's…. Oh gosh what was the name of the song? Such long song titles. Don't threaten me with a good time! That's the song! The new Panic! At the Disco album! Nice. It was at that moment that I opened my eyes and smirked. I saw my sister and dad staring down at me, and when they saw my eyes open, boy were they surprised. Well, I would be too if the situation were reversed.

"Hey dad. Hey sis. How's life? I've kinda missed a few days of it," I whispered to them. My voice still wasn't completely there, even after two and a half days of being alive.

Maka's hand was on mine, so it turned mine over and held hers.

"This...this isn't real...this is my imagination. Right?" Maka looked at my dad, tears in her eyes. It looked to me like she had been crying a lot lately. Most likely my fault for dying.

"Nope. It's real, Maka," I smiled at her and my dad. "Hey, who else showed up, by the way?"

"U-um...well there's… why don't you sit up and see for yourself?" She told me with a small smile.

"Well, you see I would, but most of my body is being restricted by the casket lid," I whispered back.

"That's right. Maka, open it up for your sister," my dad instructed. Maka nodded her head and went to unlatch the casket. My dad stroked my cheek with a smile and tears in his eyes. I hadn't seen him cry since my mom died.

"Hey! Maka what are you doing?" I heard Blair say. So that perverted, horny cat came too. Huh. Didn't see that coming.

"Just hush up, ya dumb cat," Maka replied. I stifled a giggle. When she opened the other half of the casket, I shot up and hugged my family as tight as I could. I knew they missed me and even though I was dead as a doornail during that time, I missed them too.

"Maka, I am so so sorry for everything I did to you while we were taken by the witches. I'm so sorry…" I kept apologizing and she laughed and kept saying that it was okay and she forgave me. It still didn't ease me. What I did to her, Soul, and Donna was unforgivable. I didn't want to live with the guilt of what I did, but… it's too late for that now. I could hear the other people in the room gasp and call out my name. I heard their footsteps coming toward my casket, but at this moment, I didn't care. My sister and father were right here with me. And I wasn't about to let them go any time soon. Among the voices, I could hear Stein laughing. But the one thing I couldn't hear was one of the few people I cared the most about. Where was he? Why isn't he here?

I let go of Maka and my dad after a bit and climbed out of the casket. I immediately went in for a hug with Chrona. He's my best friend and he went through a lot as well during our time with the witches.

"You holding up okay? Madness gone?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Yeah, just...just glad you're okay," he told me.

"Um, hello? Weapon who thought her Meister was dead is waiting for a hug!" Donna said to me. I let go of Chrona with a laugh and hugged my Weapon.

"Sorry for leaving you Meister-less," I said to her, my voice still in a whisper. I'm getting real tired of this whispering crap. My voice better not stay this way for the rest of my life.

"Sorry for not saving your life," she told me.

"I guess that makes us even, then," I told her. We released each other and I gave Soul and Black Star bro hugs. Then Liz, Patti, and Tsubaki all hugged me in a group and I felt really squished. I had not hugged this much, like, ever. When they released me I was immediately grabbed from behind and I let out a yelp. I HATED being grabbed from behind. But then I felt someone rest their head on my shoulder and I could smell their cologne. My shoulder instantly became wet and I felt tears forming in my own eyes.

"Hug me like a normal person, will ya?" I told him as I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry that I tried to kill you. I never wanted that. They made me-"

"I know," Kid told me, his arms pulling me closer and his voice cracking. "And it's okay. You'd be surprised how many of my exes tried to kill me before you." I buried my face in his chest. Gods, I had missed him on his trip and then even more being kidnapped. You know, before the whole memory wipe thing. Knowing that I was forced to try and kill him was excruciating to think about. I am in love with him, and I am never leaving his side.

"I do have to ask though, why are you dressed like that for your own funeral?" I heard Liz ask, totally ruining the moment. For the record, I was wearing a black beanie, a T-shirt from the MCR concert Kid had taken me to (Stein had asked for my dad to bring these items for me), my black skinny jean, and red converse.

"Because I don't like dresses, especially the dumb pastels people put the dead people in," I answered. Though she couldn't hear me in account of my whisper voice, which I also hated, and I didn't lift my face away from Kid's body to answer.

"She said because she can," Kid answered for me. Which is basically how I would normally answer. I sniffled a few times before lifting my head up, and when I did, Kid kissed me. And it wasn't a short little "oh how was your day honey?" kiss. No, this was an "I am so fucking happy to see you, it has been months and I thought you had died" kiss. Even though it hasn't been months, a few days, but it might have felt like months to them. And anyway, I was much to happy to see him anyway to care that all our friends were watching us kiss. He's my boyfriend. That's what boyfriends do, they kiss their girlfriends after finding that they have come back to life. Damn this is a long kiss, not that I am complaining, but it's probably really uncomfortable for the others in the room.

Kid pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. We looked into each other's eyes for a while and I almost started crying again from pure joy that he was here with me.

"I love you," I told him with the truest intent in my heart.

"I love you too. And don't you ever die on me again," he replied. I nodded and he wiped away the stray tears on my face.

"Promise," I said. He then let go of me, which I felt was much too soon, but then again, there were people watching us. I turned around to face the group and held his hand, also now noticing the three girls who had been at the witches place with us. Huh. I had no idea they were here too. "Well what are we standing around here for? Let's go eat, I am starving."

"Is no one else going to question how the hell she came back to life?" Black Star added.

"Leave that for another time. Right now," Maka said. "I just want to hang with my sister for as long as I can, just in case this is just a dream."

"It most definitely isn't, but I agree. We need to spend more time together. As if nine months in the womb wasn't enough of it," I laughed at my own lame joke and I could hear them all try not to groan. I sighed happily linking my free arm with Maka's and began walking out with my two favorite people on each side of me and all others following us.

It's good to be back.