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I own my OC, Jamie Elliot and the OC Raissa Olive who will be an important and main character at the second part of this series. (I'm making it three parts!)

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Part 2!

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33. Q & A

Halfway down the street, Jamie turned her silver and gold eyes on the shinigami striding next to her. "Hey Lil' Death," she asked, "What're we going to do this time?" Kid stopped in his tracks, "Well I honestly hadn't thought about that." Jamie snickered, "You mean to tell me, Death The Kid went into this date at the end of the week, throwing off symmetry and all that, without a plan?"

Kid cringed, "I told you not to mention that." Jamie winced in response, "Sorry."

A pregnant pause tried to grab at the air, but then Jamie questioned Kid again, "Well how come you didn't think of anything?" Kid just laughed, "How come you ask so many questions!" Jamie shrugged and then they kept walking for a bit, before Jamie whirled in front of Kid, her arms once again trying to achieve lift off.

"I know! We could play 20 questions. I mean, I still don't know you all that well, so it'd be nice, oui?"

Little Death laughed once more, at her use of French and the irony in it. "Sure, why not. Let's find somewhere to sit." Nodding, Jamie linked arms with Kid once more until they had reached the plastic picnic tables at local park in the near center of town. Being as it was Death City, the toys were all sorts of demented.

There were skull and crossbones jungle gyms, spider web swing sets, smiling moon rocking mechanisms, and a giant replica of Lord Death's mask used as a climbing and crawling contraption. The spike-ball spun chuckled madly into the azure sky, and it was a nice day at that park, so Jamie was glad to have gone.

Kid sat across from her and asked, "Who first?"

"Hmm . . . How bout you?" Jamie pressed and Kid agreed. He intertwined his hands and rested his chin on them, a thoughtful expression on his face. Finally, the OCD meister asked, "What's your middle name?"

"Lenore." she replied in a bored tone, "Yours?"

Kid smiled, "Lenore? Like Edgar Allen Poe's Lenore?" Jamie pantomimed him zipping his lips, "Nope! My turn to ask, what's yours?" Little Death smirked brightly, "it's the." Jamie rolled her eyes, "Ha ha wise guy." she laughed wryly.

"So, is it after the Nevermore Lenore?"

"Yes, my mom had an obsession with Poe's poetry." Jamie smiled, "I've had a thing for the thick and sinister ever since. Its probably why I'm such a taunt, and why I'm into you." Miss Elliot blushed at that, and Kid moved onto the next question.

"When did you met Mark?"

Jamie Lenore Elliot sighed, this was a touchy subject. Unbelievably touchy. But looking at Death The Kid across from her at the black picnic table, she felt reassured into telling him the truth.

"We grew up together in the same orphanage."

Kid blinked his melted honey eyes at her, unfazed, "I see." he put plainly, "That certainly explains the fact that neither of your parents signed your forms." Jamie nodded, and was thankful that Kid hadn't fallen into the usual spiel of "Oh I'm so sorry your orphaned, want a cookie?"

She could understand that people felt bad, it was a sad thing to live with. But she'd moved on, and she couldn't continue to if people kept griping her about it. "Thanks Kid." Jamie said seriously, using his common nickname, "It means a lot that you didn't grip about it."

Kid smiled small, "Well, no use in crying over spilled milk."

Jamie smiled small back, and then Kid cracked his back in a stretch. "Now," he commented, "Where were we?"

"Its my turn!" Jamie chirped excitedly, "Okay, now, my question is, hmm . . . My question is. . ." the girl with black and white hair tapped her chin a few times, at which point, the amber eyed male laughed, "Spit it out Jamie."

Jamie sighed, "Where does your OCD come from?" Kid blinked a few times, no one had bothered to ask him that question before. "Well. . ." he started slowly, "Its sort of a stupid reason. . ." he scratched the back of his head nervously, with a small twitchy smile just barely in place.

Jamie leaned on her hands, waiting. Kid breathed slowly and then finally responded with, "In every picture I've seen of my mom, they are symmetrical. I noticed that when I saw six, and since then. . . Yeah. . ." he blushed brightly. "Its kinda of stupid isn't it?"

Jamie shook her head, "Of course not. I think its endearing." she smiled, and Kid smiled back.

"Now its my turn." Kid shot back, and folding his arms. Jamie awaited eagerly, although, at the look on Kid's face, her heart thrummed uncontrollably in her chest.

"Can I kiss you, Jamie?"

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