A/N: Sorry for the wait! I'll try to keep my updates daily, because I love when other authors do that. Another story is on the way (SoMa) and I may write an AU for Claymore. Anyway, review, my children!

-Love, Maya

Chapter 4

"That's my goddamn favorite shirt," Soul grumbled.

Eris looked down at the deep red dress-shirt she wore, then smiled up at the scythe. "Which just makes me appreciate this all the more," she said sweetly. He rolled his ruby eyes, slouching and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"What are you going to say to Kid?" Maka asked.

Her sister tapped her full lower lip thoughtfully. "Uh… sorry for accidentally stealing your innocence?"

Soul laughed. "He would cry."

His partner poked her head into the classroom, whipping it back and forth furtively. "It doesn't look like he's here yet," she said conspiratorially.

"He never shows up before eight, remember?" he drawled.

Maka whirled to face him. "What, still?"

Eris stretched her arms over her head. "Then I've got time," she yawned. "I'll figure something out, probably."

The blonde stared at her, appalled. "Eris, procrastination is wrong," she all but whispered.

Both her scythe and sister pinned her with nearly identical looks of hurt, the only difference being that crocodile tears brimmed in the ginger's mismatched eyes. "How could you say that?" she breathed, her voice just a tad too shaky.

"You should be more respectful of our religious beliefs, Maka," Soul scolded gravely.

"Yeah!" Eris agreed. "Procrasturbation is a way of life!"

The scythe covered his mouth and turned away, his shoulders shaking, arm wrapped around his middle.

The redhead gestured triumphantly to him. "See? He's so hurt, he's crying!"

Maka rolled her olive eyes and ducked her head surreptitiously back into the classroom. "He's laughing," she grumbled.

Soul nodded weakly, still turned away and shaking.

His meister glanced at her watch, ignoring him. "He should be here in about ten minutes." She turned to her sister, who was practically breaking her neck trying not to crack up. "Can you come up with something good in ten minutes?"

Eris grinned evilly. "Oh it'd be good."

Maka frowned at her. "By "good," I mean non-damaging."

The other girl's face fell a few inches. "Oh. Uh, probably."

"Okay, hit me."

Eris quirked an eyebrow. "I'd rather not."

"She means, with some ideas," Soul clarified, having apparently regained control of himself.

The ginger waved a hand, grinning. "Oh, I know, it was just right there…"

"Anyway," Maka went on, "tell me what you're going to say, and I'll tell you if it'll make Kid cry or not, and how hard."

"Make me cry?"

The trio turned to see Death the Kid standing behind them, flanked by his snickering weapons, gazing at them with blank confusion obvious in his golden eyes.

"Kid!" Maka squeaked.

"Bro," Soul greeted him coolly, oozing nonchalance.

The reaper raised an eyebrow. "What are you guys talking about" –he leaned to look past them into the classroom—"in the doorway?"

"Oh, you know, stuff," Maka said, flapping a dismissive hand, her voice at least two octaves too high from nerves.

"Why would I be crying?" Kid asked her wirily.

The blonde just stared dumbly at him.

"Okay, Maka, come on." Her weapon calmly threw an arm around her shoulders and led her away, Patty following to repeatedly poke her face. Liz gave Eris an encouraging smile as she passed into the classroom, which the ginger returned shyly.

She and Kid stood there, not looking at each other, for a few seconds. So, now that I'm here, I don't know what to say. She opened her mouth to attempt an apology (Death only knew what would've come out).

"I'm sorry about yesterday." Kid beat her to the punch. Eris gazed at him with raised brows; he scratched at the lines on his head awkwardly. "I was out of line, just flipping out at someone I'd just met over their appearance." He glanced into her mismatched eyes, the back at the floor. "My bad."

She looked at him a bit longer, then shifted her weight onto one foot, pushing her unruly, scarlet waves out of her freckled face. "It's cool," she said, staring into the distance. "I kind of baited you anyway."

"Still, that does not excuse my—"

"Actually," she cut him off, meeting his gaze penetratingly, "I was going to apologize to you today."

He drew a blank. "Whatever for?"

"Kissing you yesterday." Her gaze lost none of its intensity as she gauged his reaction.

"Oh, that." He waved off the apology, but a light blush dusted his cheeks. "That wasn't really a problem."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows were up again, and she seemed to see everything in his eyes; he blushed a little harder.

"Y-yeah," he answered. "It's not like you violated me or something." He glared at the floor in confusion at his word choice. Really, Kid?

Eris burst out laughing and patted his shoulder. "No, I guess I didn't," she agreed, linking arms with him. "Come on, let's go to class." Kid wordlessly let her drag him into the room and to their little posse.

Maka looked up and smiled at them. "All good?"

"Molto bene," her sister replied with a lopsided grin. Kid cast her a sidelong glance; that smile bothered him. He shivered. Symmetry is truly everything, he thought, if she bothers me this much.

A/N: This was short, but I didn't know what do do with it without having a cliffy. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! Also, the shirt Eris borrowed is, yes, the one Soul wears in the Black Room because I'm sorry, that entire outfit is HOT.