(A/N)Thanks for all the reviews guys, keep em up!
There were a lot of things that Lance didn't like, such as loudmouthed people who kick in other people's doors for instance, and coffee, oh how he disdained coffee. But if there was one thing that he absolutely hated, loathed, and despised it was being pitied, that girl, Kyla, was just trying to be nice to him to feel better about herself by showing kindness to someone she deemed less than herself.
Perhaps he was looking at this too cynically and Kyla actually had good intentions but still it changed little whether or not her intentions were genuine or not because Lance was already long gone from DeathBucks and he didn't feel the need to return there anytime soon.
His thoughts turned back to his soon to be classmate Felix, he hadn't meant to be so rude to Felix but whenever he was annoyed or irritated he became uncontrollably snarky and, to Felix's dismay, he had been both annoyed and irritated by his presence.
Lance was too lost in his own thoughts to foresee the surprise attack planned out by his older weapon, as he casually sauntered through the empty door frame the left side of his face was met with a hard placed fist, sending him spiraling in the opposite direction.
"Hello Lance."Veronica greeted, her gaze dark and threatening.
"Good to see you too."Lance replied as he straightened his posture."I can always count on you for a warm welcome. Oh hi Mark"
"Hey Lance."The shield waved from his seat on the couch, a bowl of popcorn situated in between his legs, knowing the show was about to begin the boy smiled eagerly.
Veronica slowly stepped closer to her meister but Lance refused to retreat, daringly standing his ground as her face became mere inches from his. Then without warning she shot a left hook towards the side of his head but he was ready for it now and quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back in an armlock.
"You'll need to be faster than that dear."Lance smirked as she struggled to break his kung fu grip.
"Oh really?"She asked."Or I could just do this!"She growled as her booted foot kicked his shin with all her might, temporarily distracting Lance long enough for her to escape and place another kick in his chest as he clutched his injured leg.
"Well played sis."Mark commented through mouthfulls of popcorn.
As she prepared to place another attack Lance quickly retreated into the kitchen in search of sanctuary but was soon backed into the corner by his ferocious predator.
"You know I take no pleasure in hitting girls Ronnie."Lance said, daring to smirk.
"Get over it."She hissed, charging forward.
Got over it he did, dunking under her swung fist he placed a palm softly on her smooth stomach and released his soul wavelength, knocking her a few feet away on her backside.
Grinning despite himself, Lance let out a victorious finger snap and gently bowed towards his one man audience and was met with single clap before his adversary was back on her feet.
Brushing herself off, Veronica resumed her battle stance.
"Oh come on Ronnie do you really want to get hit with another one of my soul jolts?"He asked, adding some electricity to his snapping fingers for extra effect.
The sword stood defiantly before sighing and admitting defeat."Fine," She huffed.
"Good girl."Lance said giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder, which she quickly slapped away.
"Well that wasn't much of a show."Mark pouted, disappointed.
"Worry not my young companion."Lance proclaimed theatrically."The real show starts tomorrow."
Maka gripped the edges of the book in front of her hard as she attempted to tune out the loud chatter being emitted from her weapon and Black*Star.
"Dude it's gonna be awesome! I'm gonna wipe the floor with Lance!"Said ninja screamed needlessly.
Maka felt herself twitch in irritation at the loudmouth assassin, but couldn't stop herself from wondering who Lance was and why was Black*Star apparently going to fight him, well that last part wasn't really the confusing part.
"Beat him up before his first day of school? Nice Black*Star, nice."Soul chortled.
That's right the new kid Tsubaki mentioned. Maka thought. Hmph of course Black*Star already challenged him to a fight, the jerk.
"Why should I care? I'm the man who surpassed god, remember?"Black*Star boasted to the annoyance of everyone in the room which consisted of Soul, Maka, Tsubaki, Crona, and himself.
"So what stopped you from fighting him right then and there?"Soul inquired."It's not like you to wait patiently for a fight to start."
"Kid was there and made us agree to wait until Saturday."Black*Star answered bitterly.
"Why was Kid there?"Maka asked, now far too distracted to read her book.
"I'm not sure."Black*Star confessed.
"Kid, Patti and Liz were all there."Tsubaki added helpfully.
"How was this Lance guy like Tsubaki?"Maka asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well he was….Very charming."Tsubaki blushed.
"Charming?"Crona asked shyly.
"Well he seemed like a real gentleman."Tsubaki clarified.
"A g-gentleman, you mean like K-Kid?"The timid swordwoman stuttered.
"They are both very polite."Tsubaki pondered."And it seemed like they knew each other."
"We should ask Kid if he knows him."Maka declared.
"Ha! Won't be much point after Saturday, there won't be anything left of him by then!"Black*Star yelled while everyone else sweatdropped.
Kid had had a very busy day. Out of frustration from Black*Star's actions the previous night he had completely rearranged everything in the Gallows Mansion to vent out his stress, followed suit by searching the school staff for a referee, alas the only one who was free was Maka's father Death-Scythe, whom he had to drag out of Chubacabra's to explain the details too.
Kid hadn't told his weapons yet but the reason he was acting so protective of Lance was that when they were both children Lance was very insecure and couldn't handle things of that nature by himself.
Though he had seemed a lot better at hiding it, Kid noted from last night's occurrence. Kid was still accustomed to going out of his way to ensuring his friend's already low self esteem didn't sink any lower.
Before he left Lance had been Kid's only real friend, the only other people he met were death-scythes and high ranking meisters his father had introduced him too, but Lance was different, he too been sheltered as child by his parents so they both were inexperienced with socializing with others and it had taken awhile before Kid finally managed to break through Lance's natural defenses and the two were quickly friends.
Along with their similar uprisings Kid could sympathize with Lance's plight because of his own OCD, in some ways they were forced to befriend one another by their parents since Lance's father was his father's death-scythe at the time but it had turned out for the best and Kid was surprised when his father had told him that Lance was coming back after seemingly disappearing for two long years.
Typical. Kid thought. First night he comes back and Black*Star challenges him to a fight.
Standing up to Black*Star was definitely out of character for Lance and Kid wondered how much Lance had really changed since there time apart, perhaps he would ask his father if he knew anything about Lance's change in demeanor since last he saw him. Even in his happy episodes Lance wouldn't have behaved the way he did that night when Black*Star kicked his door down.
Pushing open both doors simultaneously to reenter his Mansion, Kid began to pace as he contemplated his old friend, eight steps at a time. He didn't have high hopes on Lance beating Black*Star after fighting him himself he knew that Black*Star was a tough opponent with or without the use of Tsubaki.
Knowing that Black*Star would more than likely try to intimidate Lance by fighting with only his hands, Kid groaned, knowing also that Lance would stubbornly disarm himself too, completely oblivious too Black*Star's proficiency with channeling his soul wavelength, Kid feared the worst.
Kid was grateful for an empty house. The sisters were more than likely busy shopping at the mall which worked for Kid since he didn't exactly feel like dealing with them at the moment, there were far too many thoughts forming in his head.
"Hello Felix!"Trish sang as she threw her large shopping bags onto the nearest piece of furniture to the door.
"Sup Trish?"Felix asked as he greeted his weapon returning from her pilgrimage to the town mall.
"Did you know that Lance is here already too?"Trish asked as she began sorting through her numerous purchases.
"Actually yes, I ran into him earlier today."Felix answered.
"Really? What a coincidence I heard from these two girls I met at the mall that he was in town and guess what, some guy challenged him to a fight tomorrow at eight, we are so going to be there."Trish said without pausing to breath.
"Um… Okay."Felix agreed lamely.
"And I guess the guy he is fighting is like a legit ninja, even helped defeat the kishen."Trish continued."I bet Lance wins though. Do you remember how cool he was when we met him?"
Felix had heard multiple times on how cool Trish had found Lance's behavior on the brief day they had all met. What Felix had called being antisocial, Trish had called being strong and silent, traits she had constantly told Felix he should acquire. Plus, though she may have said this just to annoy him even further, he was also apparently super cute.
Still, Felix felt something close to jealousy twinge in his chest as Trish continued to praise Lance and explain how handsome she found his stoicness and Felix got the feeling she meant what she said. He just couldn't fathom how she could become so smitten with someone she had only seen once for such a brief amount of time.
Girls, He thought, mentally rolling his eyes.
She later went on to tell about the two girls she had met Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson or Liz and Patti for short, she had met them while at the mall where she and Liz, the older of the two sisters, had fought for a dress that they both apparently had to have before they realized there were extras in the back. After that they had spent the rest of the day getting to know each other and comparing fashion advice with one another while the younger sister, Patti, drew giraffes.
So Trish has found an equal in knowledge of useless fashion designs. Felix mused.
Lord Death's mask seemed to frown if possible as he leaned heavily onto his cane, needing it for the first time in his incredibly long life. The wound he had sustained from his battle with Asura had yet to fully heal and although he did his best to hide it, he was in considerable pain.
Even with the kishen threat vanquished the reaper couldn't help but sense a feeling of foreboding, as if a curtain of false serenity had lain itself over all the inhabitants of Death City but himself. Sighing Lord Death turned his attention to the mirror in front of him where Stein and Marie were battling a witch who had previously been involved with Aracnophobia, since Aracnae herself had been devoured by the kishen the remnants of Aracnophobia had kept surprisingly well hidden, to the reaper's frustration.
The witch was no match for the legendary four star meister wielding a death scythe and was quickly defeated.
Good. The old reaper thought. One less problem to worry about.
Still, the feeling of unease did not leave the immortal as he gazed solemnly at the cloudy sky of the Death Room.
(A/N)I felt like expanding Kid and Lance's childhood friendship but worry not I have never nor shall I ever write a yaoi fanfic, sorry to disappoint any fangirls in the audience but it's just not my cup of tea.