Chapter three, yay! ^.^ alright, hope you're not all too depressed by all these emotional depressed!Kid fics. Unfortunately, in this one, he's gonna stay that way until chapter five... maybe six... aka chapter four/five of this minific. Hmm...

Cyanide 6: Correct. Good eye. ;) Well, I did try to make it rather obvious... =^.^= and what was the reference? Guess if you want. (that goes for all of you, in the first chapter... GUESS THE REFERENCE. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. o.O
KuriSari: D'aww, don't we all? :c don't worry, I'll make sure and give him a plushie. ^3^
8fangirl8: YAY a loyal reviewer! ;D you get a cookie. And a giraffe. Wait, wh- PATTY! NO, GIVE IT BACK! I NEED THAT AS A GIFT FOR A REVIEWER! -3- grr...
Annerizu-san: Correct! Ding ding ding! You get a cookie too. Although I think I'll leave the giraffes to Patty... *eye twitch*

wellllll... I think that's it. ;) on to the next chapter!

Mirror Mirror
Part 2

"Hey, chichiue?" Kid called. His father was facing his mirror and turned slowly to find his son holding up an ornate golden mirror.

"I always meant to ask... when is Mother coming back?"
-Death the Kid, age six

"Well..." BlackStar started shrewdly. "That was extreme."

"You idiot!" Liz shrieked. "That mirror was connected to his mother somehow! He never let us come near it, let alone touch it. And you broke it?You have no idea how bad that must feel for him!"

The assassin pouted. "Calm down, we didn't mean any harm! Let's go ask Lord Death to fix it or something."

"You don't understand," Patty growled, but they started the trek up to the DWMA anyways. Climbing up the steps, a livid Maka herded both boys along, tapping a book against her palm as a threat. They knocked on the large ornate door to the Death Room, which swung open, letting them in. The group of six walked along in complete silence until reaching the platform, when Maka finally exploded. Whipping out a dictionary, she performed an impressive double-Chop that nailed both her partner and BlackStar square in the forehead. They slumped to the floor, whining in pain.

"Why did you break it?" Lord Death asked quietly. BlackStar and Soul looked up, startled. "The mirror?" the Reaper continued. "I want to know why you broke it. Did Kid do something to deserve it?"

"Ah- well, not really," Soul admitted awkwardly. "We've broken stuff before to annoy him, and he always just freaked out, then laughed with us later."

Lord Death whirled around, a terrifying aura of fury radiating off of him. "And?" he snarled. "Anything else? You destroyed the one thing he had left of his mother just to annoy him?"

Both boys gulped. "Uh... yes?" BlackStar suggested meekly. Both of them were shaking in fear at the absolute anger pouring in waves off of the normally jolly Reaper.

"You're both fools." His tone had suddenly fallen into a soft, weary anger. "Both of you. Get out of my sight. And don't you dare come near my son ever again. I think you've caused him enough heartache." Seeing the looks on Maka and Tsubaki's faces, he waved a hand slowly. "No," he continued tiredly, "you two are fine. Why don't you go home. Liz, Patty, keep an eye on Kid for now. I'll be home later. All four of you girls can try and cheer him up tomorrow."

All of them plodded out down the long guillotine hallway in dead quiet. As soon as they were out, Maka punched Soul and BlackStar each in the face. Tsubaki and the Thompsons were shocked - Maka didn't punch. She hit people with books, but she didn't punch. "Look what you did!" the scythe meister screamed. "Now you'll never be friends with Kid again. That's your own fault. You should be glad, Soul, that I didn't leave you as well."

Tsubaki joined in softly, but still angry. "You've got a lot of broken trust to fix."

The two boys stared at their shoes somberly.

Not cool, Soul thought glumly.

BlackStar sighed inwardly. Damn. We should never have broken that mirror.

The three pairs split up, each going their separate ways. None of them noticed the four small pinpricks of purple light hovering high above, nor the sobbing figure that sat on the skateboard. He went unnoticed.

Of course, in a grieving child's mind, this was interpreted as one thought -

No one cares. Not anymore...

:c don't worry, he'll cheer up eventually... maybe...

Two more chapters to go in this arc!

~DeaththeKidKat~