Kid came downstairs Saturday morning for some breakfast. It was his day to cook, so he didn't expect Ame to already be up cooking pancakes in the kitchen. Kid was pleasantly surprised.

"Morning, hun," he greeted. Ame wagged her tail absentmindedly as she stacked at least twenty pancakes on a plate. Kid gasped. "Whoa, that's a lot of pancakes. Aren't you on a diet?"

"No, who told you that?" Ame asked.

"So Soul didn't talk to her," Kid muttered. He waved his hand in front of his face, smiling innocently. "It's nothing. I was kidding. But still, how many pancakes are you planning on making?"

"They aren't for me," Ame slipped through the door to the dining room, two plates of pancakes in her hands. Kid glanced around the door kind of fearfully. Did she summon a couple gods for a sleepover?

He saw four girls in matching uniforms sitting around the table, eating pancakes and chatting happily. Now that Kid got a lead on the insanity that was about to go down, he saw that Ame was wearing a vest quite similar to those of the four other girls.

"Death the Kid!" one of the girls chirped. "Nice place! Thanks for letting us crash here today."

"Thank you, Death the Kid!" the other three chimed. Although it was cute, it was kind of creepy. Kid recognized these as the Death Scouts. They're kind of like Girl Scouts, but a little different.

"Uh, hey," Kid waved nervously before pulling Ame away. "Ame, can I talk to you in the kitchen? Now."

He all but dragged her into the kitchen and slammed his fist down on her head.

"What do they mean that I let them crash here?" he demanded.

"Oh, every Wednesday, Monday, and Friday is traditional Death Scout day," Ame explained. "They have meetings at each other's houses, but Minami's parents are out of town, Alice's grandma is visiting, so there isn't enough room at her house, and Alex and Kole are…"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, I get it," Kid sighed. "How long are they staying?"

"After breakfast, we're going out to Death Mart to sell cookies," Ame smiled.

"How long have you been initiated?" Kid asked. "You seem familiar with their customs."

"I've been in and out," Ame shrugged. "I'm kind of a quasi-member. You know, being a goddess kind of disrupts my social life."

"Okay," Kid said. "They aren't, like, having a sleepover or anything, right?"

"No, why would they?" Ame asked.

"Ame, you know there's a rule about not inviting friends over without anyone's knowledge…."

"Thanks for breakfast, Death the Kid!" one of the girls said, walking into the kitchen with a handful of dishes. She wore her long hair back in a hat that was flipped sideways. She wore loose, ripped jeans and a Deadmau5 t-shirt under her vest.

"Please," Kid said, holding her still by her shoulders and straightening her hat so it faced forward. "Call me Kid."

"No prob," she said. "I'm Alex. Please," she put her dishes on the counter and began running water in the sink. "Call me Alex."

"You don't have to do that," Kid said, trying to pull her away from the kitchen. "Liz and I can clean the kitchen after we're done with our breakfast."

"Oh, nonsense," another girl said, walking into the kitchen carrying most of the syrups and butters. She put the butters in the fridge and the syrups in the microwave to heat for a few seconds before Liz and Patti ate. She was a bit more girlish compared to Alex. She had dark skin and curly brunette hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. She wore a camouflage top and cargo shorts. And combat boots. "I'm Kole. And Death Scouts leave a place as good as they found it or better."

"Thank you,' Kid said, taking plates from another girl. "That's very considerate of you."

"With you being all proper and all," an Asian girl with her hair tied up in twin ponytails. She must be Minami. "I kind of thought you'd studied Death Scout regulations or something."

"Heck, no," the final girl, Alice, rolled her eyes in disgust, wiping down the counters. She was wearing a black leather jacket, with her vest underneath, and combat boots. She moved out of the way so Minami could get some new plates from the cupboard. "All the boys ever do is camp and eat with their hands. They are absolute pigs. Did you see what they did last year? Please, Kid isn't the Death Scout type. At least, not the boy kind."

Kid smiled and remained silent. Was she trying to imply that Kid was absurdly feminine?

"We need to hurry," she said. She was tall with her violet hair cut just below her chin. She was tall and the kind of girl that presented herself with sophistication and cool beauty. She also looked like she could punch your face in. Even though they had sunshine badges on their sashes, Kid thought this troop looked a bit more like a street gang than the sweet girls he saw on the cookie advertisements.

"Is Death Mart far from here, or can we walk?" Minami asked.

"Well, this is the far edge of the residential area," Kid replied. "Death Mart is at least ten blocks. I doubt you all want to walk that far with all of your equipment."

"Actually, could we use that old red wagon in the attic?" Ame asked. "I, um, brought it down last weekend because your dad said he wanted to make sure it was still usable."

"Go ahead," Kid shrugged, retrieving the syrup from the microwave. "Just don't scratch it up while playing your little war games. It was expensive, you know."

"What do we look like, boys?" Alex scoffed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder as she set the table again.

Kid was going to say they looked like a street gang, but when he saw the condition of the table that was quite possibly better than he made it every night, he simply shook his head.

Soul Eater

"Enjoy your cookies," Minami smiled at the kind old lady that had bought some of their low calorie cookies.

"Man," Alice sighed quietly. They'd been working hard so far, and they were all getting a little tired. "Selling cookies has been hard these last couple of years."

"Yeah," Alex said. "Now everyone's all diet this and diet that."

"I just wish we had some younger girls in our troop again," Kole said, leaning back in her chair. "They brought business, let me tell you."

Kole had been with Troop 564 longer than any of them; she was considered to be a veteran to the others. Minami had been in different groups around the world since she was three, so she was the best at introducing new things. They all worked together at this to fill in what the others don't have.

Anyway, I guess that little memory lane wasn't important, but it will be in a second. Alex was the first to notice that they were being approached, and their customers didn't look friendly.

"We've got company," she said, setting down her soda can. Kole sat up and Minami's and Alice's faces melted from bright smiles to dangerous glowers.

The five boys wearing black shorts and red bandanas around their necks stopped at the curb in front of their cookie stand. They stood in a line, arms crossed, faces dirty.

"Well, look who came to sell some of their nasty, girlie cookies," the first one, the leader, said.

"Everyone knows your cookies are why Americans are so fat," another sneered.

"Yeah," another said.

"That's why we men go out and do real scout stuff," the fourth added.

"Not sit around all day and knit ugly sweaters," the fifth said. The group chose this as the cue to start laughing obnoxiously.

"I'll have you know," Kole said. "Death girls do way more than knit. We learn the crafty arts of Death. We can kill you 900 different ways with a paperclip and not leave a trace."

"Oh, scary," the boy laughed.

"And today, we have a secret weapon," Alice said, turning to Ame.

The boys let out another round of chuckles as Ame walked forward. The first boy reached for her, to which she side-stepped and snatched his bandana. She twisted it around his neck and pinned him to the ground. She stayed in her human form the entire time. She straddled him and held her hand out to the other girls.

"Cookie!" she demanded. Minami knelt down and shoved it into the boy's mouth, to which he groaned in displeasure. Ame grinned in spite of herself.

"Get them," she ordered. The other girls rushed forward, following Ame's example at disarming the boys.

Kid was in the middle of class when a voice came over the intercom.

"Could Death the Kid please come to the Death Room? It is very important… it's about Ame; she was tormenting civilians again, so…"

Kid face-palmed quietly and got up from his seat. He wondered idly what that idiot had done now. When he got there, Spirit, Sid, and Lord Death were all crowded around the mirror, watching something.

"I'm here," he announced. "What's so interesting about—uh?!"

It was a live security feed from a local supermarket. There were five girls… one of which had white hair and a white wolf tail… and they were all beating up their aforementioned rivals, the Death Scout boy troop. Kid opened his mouth and closed it again several times. He just didn't know what to say. He didn't think Ame was the type to go around beating up little boys. I mean… not really. Sort of.

"Hm," finally, Lord Death broke the silence. With a simple and open 'hm.' Kid buried his face in his hand. Why was Ame so socially inept? "So! What you all just saw was the local Death Scout girl troop 564. You didn't see it before, but it seems those boys were giving them some trouble."

"I always kind of expected the boys to be the ones winning a street fight," Sid remarked.

"Well, the boy scouts learn elements of survival," Lord Death said. "We always tried to channel their masculine violence into something productive. The girls learned more girlish things for centuries, and they were all okay with it. Until recently, I guess the girls were a bit pushed over. So Ame helped them out by teaching them a few things she'd picked up at the academy."

Spirit glanced at Kid, perhaps just to acknowledge that he was there, but Kid looked defensive in response.

"I have no control over Ame," he said it loud and clear.

"I know," Spirit nodded. "I was just, um… why did they beat up the boy scouts again?"

"Who knows?" Lord Death shrugged. "And I really don't care. I was just thinking. Do you think we can recruit those girls for a summer defense program? We teach enough hand to hand combat without weapons; and I was just thinking about special defense units that some of our enemies wouldn't be able to target directly. It would be good for Rin and Nagi too, now that they're immortal."

"It's a good idea," Sid said. "And no local facility will train girls with better honor than the academy."

"What do you think, Kid?" Lord Death asked. "Since you're gonna start making the decisions around here, I don't want to put something on your hands you don't want to deal with later on."

Kid envisioned training courses for human defense. The way Ame taught was a bit rough, but he agreed with his father.

"I like it," Kid nodded. "It gives Ame something to do."

Well, another chapter. I'm thinking about introducing another enemy. Do you think it's too soon for that? I'll keep posting filler chapters until I get an opinion on that :)