So I just got yelled at to update as soon as possible by a dedicated reader, a.k.a. a very annoying person know who you are...plus someone said it was a keeper and I have followers.

Let's get back to the story shall we?

The alarm went off, buzzing the same dull note repeatedly. Kid woke up found that he had been using Black-Star's bare chest as a pillow and with a sigh, he reached over the other man to turn the clock off. After the annoying buzzing had been stopped, Kid sat up and stretched, letting out a soft groan as he felt bones pop and crack along his slightly sore body.

"Get up Black-Star." The shinigami said and shook Black-Star with a hand on his shoulder. Kid saw that he had his hand covering Black-Star's star tattoo, the shinigami remembering for the longest time telling the star to either get another tattoo or remove the one. He had been told, actually there weren't any words passed for Black-Star's explanation for why Kid shouldn't waste his time worrying about a tattoo he had been given as a small child. Kid saw his foot and smiled at the small star tattoo he had gotten on his ankle on Black-Star's twenty-first birthday...Kid never wanted to drink that much ever again.

"Don't wanna." Was the star's response after a while and he turned over on to his side. Kid only rolled his eyes and got off of the bed, dragging the blanket off along with him. Black-Star let out a grunt and curled up in a ball, trying to keep his now completely exposed body warm.

"Damn it Black-Star get up!" Kid snapped and threw a shoe at the star.

"What the hell?" Black-Star asked after getting hit in the head with a shoe. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and was greeted with the sight of Kid's bare rear as the paler man slipped on a pair of black boxers. "Good morning sunshine." He chuckled and sat up, a large smirk on his face.

"Get in the shower and I'll make breakfast." Kid stated and slipped on a black robe that fit him perfectly.

"First time you offered to cook." Black-Star said with a light chuckle and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Although you could just join me in the shower and I'll cook." The star offered, cocking his head in attempt to see up Kid's robe.

"How about you get in the shower now or you're sleeping on the couch for the next month." Kid tightened his robe's string and walked out of the room.

"You're no fun!" Black-Star called after his partner and decided to get in the shower, not wanting to risk weather Kid's threat was serious or not.

Kid stood in front of the old fashioned fire-top stove, watching and listening to the eggs frying in the skillet. He smiled when the sound of Black-Star's singing soon over powered the eggs crackling. Black-Star was not the greatest singer in the world, but it was bearable.

"What happened to Miss. Independent? No longer the need to be defensive. Good-bye, old you. When love is true."

Kid remembered when they had taken a break from their work Black-Star had dragged him to a restaurant for lunch. While they were finishing up, the song he was now singing started playing and Black-Star looked at him with a smirk and started singing along with the music, loudly. Kid had covered his red face with his hands while other couples and groups of younger girls giggled and 'aw'd at them. With a shaking head and a larger smile from the crazy memory, Kid stepped away from the eggs and placed two pieces of bread in a small toaster, pressing down on a button to start its toasting. The eggs had just finished and he placed them on two plates when the sound of the shower stopped. Black-Star joined the shinigami in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a pair of gray pants.

"I thought you were done with gray pants." Kid commented as the toaster popped.

"I decided to give them another chance." Black-Star stated and reached over Kid to grab one of the slices of toasted bread. "Nice to see you got your appetite back." Black-Star chuckled at Kid who had already started eating his egg.

"I didn't eat last night." Kid said and put another fork-full of egg in his mouth.

"I'm sure I satisfied you enough last night." Black-Star kissed the other man's cheek before walking off to find a shirt.

"You're a perverted bastard!" Kid called.

"And you love me!" The star said back. Kid grabbed his toast and went back into the bedroom. He took the bread and crushed it in his hands and dropped it into the mice's container.

"I still can't believe we have pet mice." Black-Star said and slipped his shirt on.

"You wanted to kill them, they never did anything wrong." Kid said and picked up the one they called Maka.

"Why aren't you that way with me?" Black-Star asked.

"Because you can take care of yourself." Kid placed the mouse back in the container and the mouse called Soul started licking mouse Maka's ears. "I'm going in the shower. Make sure the kitchen is clean when I get back out." The shinigami walked out without another word. With a quick look at the mice, Black-Star went back into the kitchen and quickly ate his egg while he listened to running water from the bathroom.

Black-Star was washing the last dish when he heard Kid call out his name. The star dried his hands and went into the bedroom where the first thing he saw was Kid bending over in their closet in only a towel.

"I can't find my favorite black pants." Kid stated. Black-Star reached into the closet and pulled out the pants that were being searched for. "Shut up." Kid muttered and took the pants away. "Are you ready to leave?" Kid asked as he removed his towel after pulling a pair of boxers from a drawer.

"Do we have to?" Black-Star asked, watching Kid get dressed.

"I already told you. We are going." Kid grabbed the two empty bottles and walked out of the house, Black-Star following behind like a saddened puppy. Kid sat in the driver's seat and drove off with a pouting Black-Star in the other seat. They drove in silence and pulled the car into the parking lot of a small café.

"You're taking one as soon as she makes new one." Kid stated as he pulled the keys out of the ignition.

"They don't taste good." The star whined.

"I don't care." Kid stated. Black-Star muttered under his breath and the two men went into the café, getting greeted by a very happy woman.

"Hi Kid. Hi Black-Star. How can I help you two?" She asked.

"Hello Ella, we need to talk to Blair." Kid said.

"Okie-dokie, come with me." Ella grabbed the men's hands and took them back into the cafe's kitchen. "Blair, your men are here." Ella called then gave the two kisses on the cheeks and skipped off.

"Hey you two!" Blair waved from behind a counter.

"Should we come back!?" Kid shouted over the beeping of several ovens and microwaves.

"My shift ends in five, take a seat and I'll take to you soon." Blair mde her hand into a fist slowly and two chairs slid across the ground and the men were pushed off of their feet so they were forced to sit. They watched as Blair pulled a tray of chicken wings from the oven and with several points they were dressed and ready to be plated.

"Alright Blair you can go, I can take over." A young man said as he entered the cooking area.

"Thank you Eddy." Blair giggled and removed her apron and hair net. "So what do you two need?" The cat asked with a pur.

"We ran out of our pills." Kid stated.

"I was expecting you guys a week ago." Blair said and reached into her pocket. Kid glared at the other man. "Here you go." Blair handed two bags filled with blue and red pills to Kid. "That'll last you two a good two months...you seem off." Blair said after brushing her hand against Kid's. "Something happened." She stated.

"Soul and Maka showed up yesterday." Black-Star said and received an elbow to the side from Kid.

"Soul and Maka...I haven't talked to them in years, not since I left Death City."

"At least you're proving what you said you could do. You have a job and have your own apartment." Kid could almost remember every word Soul had said to Blair about being unable to take care of herself. Blair had accidentally set Maka's and Soul's home on fire while she was trying to cook something for the two of them and Soul wasn't happy to find all of his belongings turned to ash because Blair didn't know how to work a fire extinguisher. Maka was mad as well with all of her books gone and they didn't realise what they had done to Blair before it was too late and the cat with magic in her, left and never came back. She never wanted to cause those two that much pain ever again by living with them. Blair left Death City a month before Kid and Black-Star followed and they lived with Blair and her roommate Ella till they could afford their own home.

"So how are Maka and Soul doing?" Blair asked with extreme interest.

"Maka's pregnant." Kid stated.

"That is amazing!" Blair cheered. "How's the rest of the city?"

"It's..." Kid's sentence trailed. Maka's and Soul's scared arms came to mind, their shouts of dying people and how much they begged for them to go back. "It's horrible."

"Kid..." Black-Star put a hand on Kid's shoulder when he saw the shinigami grip his knees.

"What's wrong?" Blair asked.

"Death City is under attack and we're sitting here, living normal lives while they are dying everyday." Kid stood up and took a deep breath. "Black-Star, we're going back to Death City."

"I'm going with you." Blair said.

"No, you need to stay here, I'm not risking you getting hurt as well."

"But-"

"Please. Stay."

"I want to help." Blair insisted.

"I'm sorry Blair." Kid threw the bags in the trash can. "But enough people have died because of us, I don't want you to get hurt too."

"Fine, but at least let me do this." Blair placed a hand over Kid's chest and a second later he felt something surge through him. As if something was pushed out and everything went back into its correct place. He gasped for air after Blair removed her hand and she went over and did the same thing to Black-Star. Kid looked at his hands and clenched them, power and strength built up inside of him. He was back.

"Oh how I've missed this!" Black-Star cheered, pounding a fist into his chest.

"We'll come back when everything's safe, Blair." Kid promised.

"You better, with you guys gone, I'll get bored again." Blair whined, her ears bending down. "Don't do anything too stupid, that's my job." She said with a giggle and blew a kiss to the men as the left the café and returned to their car.

"We're going back to the house and packing up first." Kid stated as he pulled the car our of the parking lot.

"So what made you change your mind?" Black-Star asked after several minutes of silence.

"They were right." Kid said, eyes glaring at the road.

"Who?"

"Soul and Maka. We have to go back, we left them and look what happened." Kid picked up the speed, praying no cops saw them. He swung the car into the driveway and hopped out, leaving the keys in the car. Black-Star ran in after the shinigami and soon they had half of their home packed into the back-end of the car. Black-Star took over the driving, convincing Kid he was too upset the be trusted behind the wheel again. They had argued for a few minutes before the shinigami sat in the passenger side of the car. Kid had their mice on the ground between his legs and they were ready to take off for Death City. They were going back for Maka, Soul and all the others they had named the mice after.

"How long is the trip going to take?" Black-Star asked, curving the car into a highway lane.

"Good two hours before we can even see the city." Kid answered. "Get in the fast lane, we need to get there as soon as possible. I can't believe we moved so far away."

"We went after Blair and we'll get there, don't worry. How about you take a nap and I'll wake you when we get close."

"I don't know if I can sleep."

"Try, you never know."

Kid sighed and leaned his seat back. He closed his eyes and tried to relax his mind. Kid's mind drifted as sleep finally hit him, his dream was blank until gruesome images of his friends flashed in front of him. Crying out for him, asking why he wasn't there to save them? Why did he leave? Why did he abandon them? Why Kid. Why?

"Kid, wake up." The shinigami snapped out of his nightmare after feeling a hand shake his knee roughly.

"What?" Kid looked around and it took his brain a moment to register that he was in a car.

"You were flipping out, muttering 'why' under your breath. Are you okay?"

"Yeah...just...just a bad dream."

"The turn off is right ahead, I was about to wake you anyways."

"Something...something doesn't feel right." Kid said as they got closer and closer to the turn, the large empty field feeling as if there was something evil in it.

"There's a war going on, remember?"

"Should we go? What if we make everything worse?" Kid asked, rolling down the window to get a blast of air into his face. Black-Star stared in silence for a moment as Kid's hair flew about from the wind.

"It's too late now." Black-Star said as he slowed down and went down into a dirt path that wasn't used often by the look of it. They felt the car pass through something that felt like a force field and the sight of a large city sat in the middle of a forested area. "There is it." Black-Star said, Kid squinted and swore he saw something rising from the highest point of the city where the DWMA's main building was located. He crawled his body out of the window to get a better look and as they neared the city, Kid's fear was saw clearly now. Smoke.

"The academy's on fire!" He cried out.

"What!?" Get back in the car!" Black-Star ordered and as soon as the other man followed his direction, he adjusted the stick shift and slammed the accelerator to the floor, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The star knew there would be dents in the steering wheel when he was done driving, but he didn't care at the moment. What Black-Star cared about was getting to the burning building as soon as possible. He saw the smoke himself soon and Kid saw small flames falling below the large smoke cloud.

"Death City...is burning." Kid said softy, seeing his home, the place where he grew up and lived for most of his life, burn into bright flames.

Look more seriousness and another long chapter. Maybe I'll keep the whole story like this, long chapters seem to make readers happier when it comes to my stories.