soul eater fanficts

part 1- liz's pov

Death just got done yelling at Patty for messing up on our line up thing that death makes us do before we fight. I looked over at him and rolled my eyes at how even the thought of having everything symmetrical. "hey death..." His head whipped around at the mention of his name. "If your such a neat freak then why doesn't your stripes in your hair have to be symmetrical?" His eyes grow large then his head drops in shame. " They are the lines of sanzu, I tried to dye the colors in my hair to black but they just come back over the dye." tears pour from his eyes as he slumps onto the ground. He starts to mutter to himself about being an outcast and things like that. Patricia walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder forgetting that he doesn't like to not have things even. Death the kid shoots his head up at her fury burning in his golden eyes. He starts to yell at her again and I roll my eyes. I look over to see the witch getting away. "... hey death..." 

"What?!"

"...she got away..." I pointed in the direction she went. He stares at me confused for a second then turns to where i was pointing to see nothing there but smoke. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HER!!" his eyes frantic." well it's not my fault that you got distracted by your hair!" His face lifts a little then drops as he realizes what I mean. We start walking through town only to stop when we find a window that belongs to a restaurant. "Death we don't have time for food we need to find the witch." He stays in place and begins to touch the glass. " 42-42-564" I hear him mumble the numbers as he draws on the glass. his dad answers and patty and I both are a little startled by the fact that we see lord death in the reflection besides death the reaper holding a doll crying in the corner. patty tries not to laugh but fails miserably. "what happened to him," I ask holding back my laughter. "oh, you know, the usual, his daughter rejects him blah blah blah." My laughter has taken over at this point and i don't hear the rest of the conversation between death and his father.