A slightly long Author's note...
Whoo! We're up to Kidd's favorite number of chapters! 8! Yes maan! Currently having a mini party!
To Eivexst: Thanks! I'll be sure to check out DN Angel! I rushed writing out a relationship in one of my other fanfics, so I'm glad Im not doing the same in this one! :D
To DR34DNOISE: Kidd is now currently crying in the emo corner. XD Lol! I think the amount of things to buy and the people must make her go hyper crazy!
I just wanted to say to all you guys who are reviewing, reading and following my story, thank you! I really hope you all like it! It's you guys who keep me writing! I thought I'd add in that I'm writing another Soul Eater fanfic on here based on two characters me and my friend Charlie made up on our last day of school. (We sat there laughing at ideas of what they got upto at the Academy, much to the annoyance of half our tutor!) It's called Opposites. Rubbish name, I know, but it'll probably change as I write more. It's based of the short RP's we do across messenger.
So withought further ado, here's the next chapter!
~Kidd's POV~
"Hey! Maka! Hratchouhi! Wait up!" I shouted across the crowds of busy people, craning my neck to see them. I saw the pair of heads bobbing amongst the crowds, stopping at the entrance, a little to the side. I saw Crona aproaching them nervously, obviously worried by the amount of people. But how did Crona get there before me? Crona definately wasn't the running type, or the type to push through people. Then I noticed Ragnarok. He must have been shouting at the crowds.
"Thanks. For. Waiting." I said, regaining my breath.
"No problem shall we go in the-oh!" Maka chuckled as both Crona and Hratchouhi had darted into the shop, searching the stacks of clothes, accessories and various other things.
"I guess you like the shop!" Maka laughed as Hratchouhi giggled and nodded, her arms loaded with various items of clothing. Crona was doing the same, but somewhat less hyper. Ragnarok clearly didn't like the shop and was blatantly rude about every item Crona chose.
"DISCUSTING!" He boomed.
"B-but I like it.." Crona wailed.
"I think it's cute!" Hratchouhi smiled at the distraught pink haired teen.
"R-realy? D'you think so?" Crona asked happily.
"Yeah!" She replied, before dissappearing off into another part of the store. I dodged various people, before finally finding her again. I stood watching silently as she searched through the shelves, managing to find items that looked like they were one of a kind. She had a kind of determined but happy look on her face as she continued to search. I stared for a bit longer, until she finally noticed me there.
"You okay?" She asked, turning away from the racks to face me, looking directly into my eyes. I felt my face blush slightly at the intensity of her stare, but managed to stutter a reply.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine, shoppings just not my thing I suppose." Her eyes were darker, I noticed, and the rings were a blood red, instead of black...She must have figured out that I noticed her eyes had changed because she broke her gaze, looking at the floor.
"Sorry," I sighed. Why did she have to be so perfect? So symetrical?
"S'okay. Where do you want to-" her speech was cut short, as she looked in the mirror and saw her nails growing rapidly, her eyes changing to, looking more demonic by the second. She rushed out of the shop, dropping the pile of clothes when the alarm went off. Maka and Crona looked from the check out desk in suprise, the rest of the gang staring through the window of the shop opposite.
"HEY! YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THOSE!" The sales assistant yelled. I collected the discarded items and payed for them haistily, before sprinting out of the shopping center, followed by the others.
"What happened?" Liz shouted as we pelted down the road.
"I don't know!" I yelled back. "She started changing, then ran out!" Suddenly, it clicked.
"I think she's transforming!" I shouted and found a steemed up window. The all familiar numbers used to contact my father were imprinted on the window as we waited. Waited for a sign of where she dissapeared to.
"Hi, Howdy! Whassup?" My father smiled. Or so I assumed, under the mask of his.
"Have you seen Hratchouhi? She ran out the shop on her own!" He exchanged glances with someone outside of the frame before turning to back to us.
Kidd: IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL! *cries*
Me: Thank you! And it's all for you! And my readers of course! ^ ^
Kidd: THE NUMBER 8! SO SYMETRICAL!
Me: ... -_- Thanks...
Kidd: *babbles on about symmetry*
Me: Please. Just close the chapter... ¬-¬
Kidd: Okay! *wipes tear from eye.* Please reveiw for me! Symetrically of course!
Me: Or he might cry!
Death: Bye! Sayannora! Peace! ^ ^