Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I am freaking excited to hear the English voices! Is anyone else?

Die For Hair

Hope decays,
Generations disappear,
Washed away,
As a nation simply stares...

~The Little Things Give You Away by Linkin Park

He closed his amber eyes slowly, taking a deep breath.

"No," he thought to himself.

He breathed in the fumes from the many open bottles that were placed systematically in the trash. If he was anything less then what he was, then he would have already been swaying on his feet before being promptly knocked out by the building toxic smell.

"These are the best products money can buy," he mentally reassured himself. "They'll work. They have to work."

And with that, and one final deep breath to calm his frayed nerves – though he was way pass that point by now – he slowly opened his eyes, staring quietly at the expressionless reflection of himself in the mirror. His eyes drifted up and to the side of his head.

He readjusted the tie at his neck calmly…

…and then he screamed bloody murder.

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Shinigami watched as Spirit jumped, startled, into his arms at the shrill scream coming from Death Mansion at the other end of town.

"What the-" Death Scythe began before he was promptly dropped on his behind. Sulking, lips poking out, he got to his feet.

"Excuse me, Spirit-kun," Shinigami said giving off an air of unconcern as he went towards his large mirror and walked straight through it, out of his office-

- and into the bathroom where Kidd sat, in all his eight year old glory, giving the tantrum from hell – probably literally – again for the eighth time that week. It seemed the boy had a very strange tendency for doing things evenly, preferably eight times. Shinigami shrugged it off as a phase that he heard other parents say about their children weird oddities.

"Eh? Kidd-kun?" the grim reaper quirked his head to the side. "What's with all the fuss?"

The boy looked up at him with usually impasse eyes that were now glossy with tears. Shaking, Kidd slowly raised a hand to point towards his head. "It's – it's HORRIBLE!" he wailed, crying harder and louder.

The bathroom shook, and the shadows began to elongate as the room got ominously colder.

"Horrible, you say? I think it looks cute!" Death chuckled.

"It's HORRIBLE!" Kidd continued to wail as he clutched on to his head. "I should just use a guillotine to cut my head off! One more blemishing mistake removed from this world, Father!"

Shinigami made a disappointed sound right before his hand chopped down on the poor boy's head, knocking him out as the room slowly began to return to its original state.

Scooping him up in his large hands, the Grim Reaper could finally see what all the yelling was about. The three horizontal white stripes that ran across half of the boy's hair were a fading gray color that slowly reverted back to its pristine white as the dye used took no affect.

"Honestly," Shinigami sighed as he began heading towards his son's room. "I think they're cute. And…they'll one day be complete but by then, I doubt you'd care anymore," he said knowingly.

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In a place very far from Death City another voice screamed. "DAMN BRATS! GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!!"

Two young girls, twins actually though one could past as twelve and the other eight, were walking calmly down the street when they paused. The older twin held a bored expression as she looked over her shoulder. "What?" she questioned the man who was breathing heavily as he stomped his way towards them. She subconsciously took a step forward in front of the

"Where's your mother?"

"Somewhere," she said simply before grabbing her sister's arm and pulling her along.

The angry man stepped forward, grabbing the tall girl's other arm. "Don't be a smart ass, brat! I want details of where that whore of a mother is!"

"Somewhere over the rainbow. There, adjectives. Come on Patty," she called to the shorter girl before they continued to walk.

"You little-!"

"Anderson."

The man looked over his shoulder, worry evident as he began to sweat bullets. The taller girl froze, not daring to look back in case the nervousness she felt inside her was projected onto her face. Her grip on her sister's hand did tighten slightly though. Behind them was a purposely plain looking black car with tinted windows.

The man, Anderson, chuckled nervously. "Hey! Charlie! I was just talking to Fiona's girls."

"I think I can see that," Charlie, a mere voice from the slit of one of the windows sighed. There was a shifting sound, and she could feel his rarely seen but still widely know intense stare at her back. "What? You're not gonna say 'Hi' to your Uncle Chuck?"

Flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder, the twelve year old girl tried to appear unaffected with the fact that she was talking to one of the biggest mob bosses in Brooklyn. "Hey."

"Ah! That's better. Still looking after your sister I see. What a big girl you are Elizabeth."

"It's Liz," the girl countered, her grip on her sister's hand getting tired. "And if all you wanted was to say hi, then can me and Patty go?"

Anderson, who had been trying to slowly to ease himself out of the present situation froze as he felt "Charlie's hidden gaze on him. "Sure, sure. I need to talk to Anderson here anyway. Make sure you say hello to you mom for me, 'kay?"

She only gave a short nod before walking to the end of the block and making a turn, away from the view of the occupant of the black car. She honestly didn't want to be witness to Anderson's fate. It wasn't until she was sure that they were out of sight that she began to walk faster, pulling her sister through a gaping whole in a fence and into the other side of a dilapidated graffiti playground.

"Patty and Liz can't go home, yet?" the younger girl finally spoke as her hand was released, Liz making her way towards under the large play tunnel. Inside was a thin shape that length took up most of the tunnel's. She gave a slight tug on the shape pulling it out of the tunnel.

"Not till…we make sure…she's still alive," Liz grunted.

"Momma!" Patty said as she helped ease the shape onto her sister's back.

"Or so the birth certificate says," Liz snorted, for once thankful for her height, and staring intently at Patty's innocent face…instead of focusing on the bullet wound in the woman's side…steadily leaking blood. Or the fact that she was so used to this that she didn't tremble anymore...

SOOOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!

All I have to say is this: JUNIOR YEAR SUCKS :P The only positive light in it is Poetry Slam and Art class -sigh-

Seriously, I've been working on this chapter which is only about three pages for 3 months! I should really be doing my homework, but I needed to get something out to prove that I'm still alive. LIZ AND PATTY HAVE MADE THIER APPEARANCE! I honestly can't remeber if they ever said or at least hinted at who their family was but this is my version. Anyway, I'm trying to make this story a perfect 8 chapters (it would only make sense) so this I think may be chapter six so two chapters left!

Also, yes I know dye as in hair dye is spelled d-y-e but if you haven't noticed I've been playing around with the title.

Anyway, nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!!!!