Hey guys, Soul here!

First off, I would like to say a big sorry for the fact that the first chapter was waaaaaay too short, I hope this makes up for it.

Anyways, on with the story!

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm so stupid for thinking Papa could change! Thought Maka, she was running and running not caring if her stupid father chased after or not. It's a shame really, Spirit was doing so well. He hadn't used his charms on any one for almost the third week in row. Almost. Of course he would! He would! Papa can't ever change! Maka cursed .

Maka stopped, realising that she's running aimlessly among the crocked streets of death city. She pulled herself together and found out where exactly in the sprawling city. "Hhmm... Séance Street... right...Black*Star and Tsubaki's house is on this street..." Maka was trying her hardest to not think about what stumbled into her house not long ago, yet she just couldn't!

Maka arrived in front of the assassins house, it was small and stuck between two houses, she had to walk through a small park which featured a small Japanese maple tree which hung over a dim pond which lacked any fish, to the displeasure of Tsubaki.

Maka knocked on their door.

She knocked again.

And again.

Crap.

"Black*Star! Tsubakiiii?! You guys home?" Maka cried. "Oh, come on." Maka groaned out of annoyance as she through the windows, looking for any signs of life and there was none. To Maka's despair, she remembered how Black*Star had destroyed the spare key and Maka was sure that Black*Star will get a dent in the head so bad that even Patty could read the title and author.

"Ah! I know I'll call up Kid and the Thompson Sisters!" She immediately pulled out her phone and dialled Kid's number.

"Hello? Maka is that you?"

"Hey Kid. Where are you?" Asked Maka.

"I'm at a 'Deathbucks' café, at the corner of Séance Street opposite the bookshop 'Headstone Hall'". Explained the young Shinigami.

"Great, I'm nearby." Maka was glad there was someone who wasn't a totally horndog around.

Kid raised an eyebrow in a questioning fashion but realising that his fellow Meister couldn't see his confusion he asked "Why are you at Séance Street? That's far from your home."

Maka, not wanting to talk, unnecessarily exclaimed "Just wait for me to get there, jeez!" and hung up. Whoops, I over reacted. I'll apologize, Kid will understand. Maka thought as she made her way to café.

As Maka sent out it started raining. Just her luck. Well, the café is warm and makes good coffee, it should heat up her body, Maka knows the high quality of coffee there because Kid often goes to great lengths to prove what a decent establishment it was, as Kid claimed. And he was correct.

Maka arrived at the café, completely and utterly drenched. Well, thankfully it was just her hoodie which she had wisely put on as the rain started to pick up and darken the sky and blot out the taunting sun. As she walked in, Maka instantly spotted Kid. His lines of Sanzu are hard to miss compared to the average black, brown and blond heads which dominated the café.

"Hey, Kid." Sighed Maka, exhausted.

"Hello Maka" He gentle puts his coffee back on the saucer. "You look tired and soaked." Gesturing to her deep, olive green hoodie which was saturated.

"Oh, right" Maka said, as she made attempts to peel the clothing off.

"Let me give you a hand."

"Thanks Kid and sorry and snapping at you on the phone." Apologised Maka.

"No need." replied Kid. He could see that Maka was trying very hard not to get angry at the people around her and the silver haired waiter who took her order. Kid had a fair idea what had broken her usual bright mood. He decide it would be best if he tip-toed around the 'elephant in the room' if you catch my meaning.

His attention was drawn to the waitress who had a brought him another cup of coffee and a slice of cake which he had ordered before Maka had entered.

"Thank you ver-!"

"Kid?" Maka turned her attention from the window, back to him. "Ah, I see." The waitresses' hair style had caused Kid to suddenly stop and have a rather odd look on his face. Her dark, almost blue hair flowed to the left of her face and covered her right eye with long bangs and the rest of her hair reached the back of her neck, rather pretty but she had a face of confusion at Kid's sudden reaction.

"I'm sorry..." Maka glanced at her name tag "...Kirishima-san, my friend has obsessive-compulsive personality disorder and, no offence, but your hair style is asymmetrical." In the kindest manner she could while kick Kid under the table.

"Oh, no need to worry ma'am. If you both need anything, don't hesitate to ask." The waitress calmly smiled and went to severe another customer.

"Damn it Kid! You and your symmetry!" Maka hit him with a book across the table that the raging teenage girl had produced from her bag.

"Ow! Maka! Owch! Stop!" Cried Kid. Finally Maka stopped. Even though she didn't know at first, this vented some of her angry about her father. "Wait, where is Liz and Patty?" quizzed Maka, finally realising the absent of the sisters after less anger circling her mind.

"Liz broke a nail and stayed home and Patty stayed with her because Liz 'needed' her to help with a single nail" explained Kid, sarcastically but not too sarcastically mind you, not wanting another beating. "At least her nails will be symmetrical."

Oh, boy. Here we go again... Maka rolled her eyes as Kid his last sentence set him off on a symmetrical Rant on the building and just about everything he laid his yellow eyes on. "Hey Kid. Kid! Ugh, Death the Kid!" Maka snapped him out of his rant.

"Huh?" Kid blinked.

"I'm going go now" Maka ask.

"Of course" Kid understanding what had happened at her household without Maka needing to say he said, "I will be finished in a minute or if you decide that you need a place to stay, you're welcome anytime, so call me if you want."

"Sure..." Responded Maka, but Maka didn't think she could deal with Kid's symmetry, not after that scene with the waitress.

Maka pick up her hoodie, which had dried out, put it on and got ready to face the rain.

"Goodbye Maka!" Called Kid.

"See ya, Kid." Maka replied in a tired yet kind response.

Upon leaving the café Maka in instantly saw the bookshop 'Headstone Hall'. Maka thought it would be the best place to clear her head and decide what to do.

Maka felt at ease when she arrived in her favorite book section. In the end Maka got to distracted by what books to buy with some spare money that she didn't of what she was going to do for the weekend because she didn't want to go home, hell, she didn't want to home until papa learned his lesson. This was properly never going to happen, ever.

As Maka held her bag of books heading for the door, she heard a very lazy and familiar voice call out to her and that voice could only belong to one person in the whole of Death city: Soul Eater, her weapon.

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*Séance: A seance is when people try to contact the dead, with the help of a medium. Fits in with the whole Death theme in death city, right?

Sorry if there was too much Kid but I needed it to set up Maka not being able to deal with him.

Soul~