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19. Paris Holds The Key To Their Hearts

The smell of croissants, the twinkling night stars overhead, the Eiffel Tower standing in the distance. The street lamps lit with candles, for a more cozy feel. The soft drabble of the violin floating on the fresh, Paris breeze. They didn't call it the city of love for nothing.

Paris, France.

Kid, wearing a beret pointing straight forward, was arm and arm with Jamie Elliot. Who was wearing a white silken dress with a black ribbon in the center tied at the back in a bow, black ballet flats, and a black rose delicately weaved in her white and black striped hair that was pulled back in a loose French braid, just for the irony of it. "I never thought I'd see you in so much white." Kid commented out of the side of his mouth.

Jamie growled, adjusting the black lace shall that she had around her shoulders as well. "I'm allowed to change it up you know." she snapped at the mini-shinigami. In their weapon forms, Liz, Patti, and Mark listened to their meisters bicker. Mark sighed in obvious frustration, a vein popping in his head, "They need to make out already and get it over with."

Patti snickered, and Liz smirked, "Well it is the city of love, something's bound to happen."

Kid continued walking forward, Jamie matching his pace easily. The sandy cobblestones made a smooth sound where their feet touched them, and a nice snapping sound when their feet were lifted up. Everything about the city was phenomenal. The smells of the flower booths, the food, the music. . .

Jamie and Kid both shook their heads simultaneously, they had to stay focused.

Jamie thought back, and remembered the details from the folder she had read with Little Death on the plane. France's royal family, the Garneau-Olive's, were missing the youngest children, and as Lord Death had explained, their boy/girlfriends.

"It appears the kishin is very interested in young love," Kid analyzed, as the duo walked up the steps to the grand palace, the palace of Versailles. "I wonder why that is? And in France of all places?" Jamie snickered, as the two guards in black at the door took their names and allowed them to be taken in, "Maybe this pre-kishin has a cupid complex."

A masquerade was currently happening, and the Garneau-Olive's last young person with a beau would be in attendance. Her name was Raissa Olive, and she would be in attendance at the DWMA that next year, ironically. She had white blonde hair in ringlets past her shoulders, and cool ice blue eyes. Definitely French.

She was short, and very fair skinned. The mask on her face was a black and red butterfly. In her red ruffled velvet dress, the teen bopped around to the other party guests with a boy with black hair and green eyes in a . . . green leisure suit. Jamie choked at that, seeing the boy, "Oh geez. . . I know to each his own but really?"

Kid barely contained a smile, sliding the half mask of his fathers that he had modified onto his face as Jamie put on her piano key one. "Let's look for the kishin shall we?" he offered. Jamie curtsied slightly, "We shall."

"Gag me." Mark complained, concealed under Jamie's dress and strapped to white lace leggings. Liz and Patti, who were both in either side of kids jacket, just laughed. Music began to play, for the party was truly beginning, and couples were starting to dance. "Alright, we'll split up." Jamie suggested, "You take girls, and I'll take guys."

Kid rose an eyebrow, "Why do that?" Jamie swallowed in embarrassment, "I can only sense soul wavelength when I'm touching someone. . . And anyways. . ." Jamie smiled huge and goofy-like, "I've always wanted to go to a masquerade!" Kid smiled softly as the erratic girl bounced away.

"Someone's got it baddddd~~" Patti sang with glee, causing Kid to blush. "Oh be quiet Patti! We have work to do."

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