While Rye and Maka were on a date, I decided to just walk around town. Soul was talking about going on a date with me, asking where I would like to go, when he was (literally) dragged off by Black Star, with Tsubaki saying sorry to me as she followed them. Soul, after saying that Black Star was being 'uncool,' promised that he'd go on a date with me, so I didn't feel that bad.

I walked through the twisting alleyways of Death City, listening to my iPod.

"Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside/We lost track of the time/Dreams aren't what they used to be/Some things sat by so carelessly/Smile like you mean it/Smile like you mean it"

A/N: Yes, I'm a fan of the Killers.

-MN1

I stopped walking when I noticed Death The Kid messing around with some crates.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pausing my iPod.

"These boxes were stacked asymmetrically." Kid said. I noticed Liz and Patti, who were sitting on a bench, bored out of their minds.

I sighed. "Why does it matter?"

"Left-right symmetry is true beauty." Kid said. "I don't get why no one understands that!"

I shrugged. "I understand where you're coming from."

"Really?" Kid asked, turning and looking.

"Ye-" I was cut off by Kid rushing forward and putting his hands on my face.

"Your face is perfectly symmetrical! Nothing like Riley's face!" Kid said, eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah. He's got that scar and a chipped tooth, not to mention the sling." I said.

"He used to be so symmetrical. What happened?" Kid asked.

"Maka pushed him down a flight of stairs."

"Why would she do that! Destroying something so symmetrical is unforgivable!"

"Don't you mean someone? And besides, Riley doesn't seem to mind that he gets injured. He's really easy-going, actually." I said.

"I know, and I don't get it." Kid said. "But you are very symmetrical! Even the small freckles on your nose are completely symmetrical."

"I have freckles on my nose?" I asked, and took out my mirror. Sure enough, I had a few. "Huh. Nobody else mentioned that. Hey, do you want to walk with me?"

"I have to make these boxes symmetrical." Kid said.

I put my iPod in my purse, and gave my purse to Liz. "Will you hold this for a second?"

"Err...sure." Liz said. "You do know Patti and me used to mug people, right?"

I shrugged. "I trust you." I walked over to Kid and picked up a crate. "Where do you want me to put this?"

"That box is almost as big as you and you can lift it?" Kid asked.

"It's not that big! It's only up to my thighs! And besides, my family is naturally strong." I said.

Kid nodded, and I spent fifteen minutes with him, both of us putting crates in a perfectly symmetrical stacked pattern.

"My arms feel like they're on fire." I said, taking my purse from Liz. "Thank you." I turned my iPod on and chose a song (Gamma Ray by Beck. I listen to very large variety of music.)

"Can I walk with you?" Kid asked.

"Sure." I said, taking one ear-bud out of my ear so I could hear what he said. "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

Kid shook his head. "I can't find one that's symmetrical enough."

I thought about it. "What about Crona?"

"Crona isn't very symmetrical." Kid said.

"Maybe not, but you can make her more symmetrical, and she has a really cute smile." I said.

"She smiles?" Kid asked, smiling to show he was joking. I playfully hit his arm, then went over and playfully hit his other arm at the exact same place.

"Of course she does." I said. "A lot more often now that Medusa's gone." I decided to change the subject. "What's it like being Shinigami-san's son?"

Kid shrugged. "I have nothing else to compare it to. What's it like being Riley's sister?"

"Pretty odd." I admitted, then looked at the time. "Dinner time. Do you want to get something to eat?"

"Sure." Kid said.

I have to admit, Kid's a better friend than I originally thought he would be.