Sunlight filtered in to through the small crack in the curtains Tsubaki had drawn.. Her living room was a mess of carelssly thrown pillows, open bottles of A&W Rootbeer (empty and full) littered the clean, bamboo floor. In the center, where the kotatsu table was pushed out of the way, were the tangled bodies of Liz Thompson and Death the Kid.

Liz's light brown hair was crushed underneath her body. Kid's face was against her chest, his ear resting against her heartbeat. They held each other close, or more like Liz cuddled him tightly to her. Bare feet rested underneath the kotastu blankets. "Nnngh...oh?" Liz's voice was quiet as she stared at the sleeping wonder below her, entranced by her meister's innocent look. Never, never, had she seen Kid look like this: a sleeping baby, locked in her arms. Liz smiled, resting her chin on top of his head.

And people wonder why I love this guy... It was true: Liz Thomspom had immense feelings for Kid. She had felt this way ever since he had plucked the two mangy sisters off their asses from the prositute line down in New York, several train stations away from Death City. She remembered, even, what Kid was wearing the day he had come to them, like a shining angel against their clouds of darkness. Liz shut her eyes, going way back into the memories of long ago.

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"Aye, look at them hotties. Think we can bring em down, Brucey?" one of the thugs growled in a smoke-choked voice. Liz, with her wind-blown brown hair and wild blue eyes filled with a lust for the upper-hand (and money), stared at them with a smirk. The thugs, also called "March Harez", were a bunch of older British men who were known to be infamous prositute traders. Patty and Liz were not prositutes, but many a time they had slept with older men for money, but it wasn't a daily thing.

The leader of March Harez, a six foot two man with dyed blond hair with a red streak going across and a top hat with fake bunny ears coming out of it, smiled at the two ladies. "Mm...I coud eat the little one right up! C'mere, come to papa, ladies...we don't want to hurt you." Even so, they advance closer, hands buried in their pockets with weapons meant to hurt them. Patty giggled madly, her hand tightening on Liz's. "I soooo wanna kill em, Liz! Can I? Can I pllleeeeeeease?" her high-pitched, ludicrous tainted voice was enough for Liz.

Liz snapped her fingers and Patty disappeard, laughing, into a pink haze, settling into a hefty gun form. The men were taken aback by the sudden disappearnce of the young girl, but netherless let out a roar of laighter. Liz narrowed her eyes. "I'd advise you to not laugh, honey, considering this gun here...," she twirled it around a slim finger," Ain't no regular gun."

"Oh, we know what you are. Weapons, hmm? I must say, where are your mesiters? Or are you two without one?" The leader said, twisting his lips into a demonic snarl. Patty's voice rang from the gun, sounding somewhat higher and echoed. That bastard! He knows what we are! Now I really wanna shoot his head off!

"Heh. Make that two of us, little sis."

With that said, Liz began firing off a round of round, pink shoots that blurred because of incomprehendable speed, hitting the walls, trashcans, and a few chests of March Harez. Liz let out a laugh as she saw seven of the ten bodies on the floor, burned from the inside and filling the small alley they were trapped in with the smell of smoke and roasted bodies. Patty transformed into a human once again, slapping hands with her sister. "Nice job, Liz! Haha, them bitches got what they deserved!"

"Let's check em and take their wallets. I'm sure one of these boy-o's got some-"

A gloved hand wrapped around her waist and mouth, pulling her against a hard chest. Leathry hands played with her thin shirt, massining her nipples into painfully hard nubs. Liz screamed into the hand, biting, reaching out towards Patty, who struggled to get out of the Cobra Deathold. "Now, you coming with us ladies, and you will not scream. Or else, one of you dies." Liz continued to reach out towards Patty. Even if she got Patty to change into a gun, it would do no good. Netherless...I gotta do something!

All of a sudden, the hands dropped from their bodies and the men who held them were on the ground, eyes wide with death. Above the one closest to Liz, was a small boy, no taller then 5'3.

He had dark hair with two white stripes going across one side of his bangs. His eyes glowed like a cat's, bright gold. The boy wore a neat attire that was both fancy and handsome at the same time: a pin-striped suit with a black tie, held together with a skull at the top. He had a red undershit on and plain dancing shoes. It was as if this boy had come from a party. He was dusting his hands off, then grinned mishcievously at the girls. Instantly, Liz grabbed the front of his red shirt. "Who the fucka re you?"

"I'm the guy who saved you. Now, please, put me down." His voice was cool, yet demanding. Not angry, but furious. He had a sense of power around him. Liz reluctantly put him down, pushing him against the wall. Patty took her side, leaning on one elbow beside his head. "Give us your money."

"What are your names?" the boy asked. Liz and Patty glanced at each other.

"What's it to you?" Patty demanded, sounding laughabled even though she was serious. "I'd like to know. I'm Kid, by the way, Death the Kid."

"Well, Death-The-Kid, I'm Liz and this is Patty and our pockets want your money." Liz stated bluntly, leaning beside him, holding out her hand. Kid stared down at it, then let out a roar of laughter. The two girls stared, dumfounded at this boy, who was doubled over, crying in laughter.

When he was finished, he wiped away the tears gathered around his eyes and wrapped an arm around their waists. "Say, how bout you two ladies would like to be my weapons?"

And that was how it happened.

Kid had saved them, miracoulsy, from thugs. Liz smiled in memory, closing her eyes as she felt the black head undernetah her, move.