a/n: bad news y'all… I am Officially not ahead of schedule… I might not update on Monday in an attempt to at least be one chapter ahead of everything.

"That was a terrible tour. I almost got killed!" Lie grumbles as she follows Lord Death to His home.

"Well, in my staff's and student's defense, it was your fault Lie." Lord Death merely said as he walked to a big manor. "They did not know you were a godling! The problem is your soul's composition, too close to a witch and you are going undercover in a highly paranoid anti-witch school."

"It's not my fault that you didn't inform anyone, nor my fault that some witches hate humanity though most of them are trying their best to mingle with said humanity." Lie harshly mutters to herself and her parasol before she notices there's a large gap between her and Lord Death. She quickly runs up to him to close the gap a little closer. She then looks as if she remembers something: "Ah! What about my luggage—"

"Already at the house!" The God answers before Lie can finish her question. He whistles for a moment as He walks before He continues to speak. "'Suppose it's my fault for not telling My staff nor students, but I was under the impression that your status as a godling be kept as a secret, therefore I propose for you to keep Soul Protect on under all circumstances?"

"That's convenient..." Lie admits before she frowns at the next statements of Lord Death. She looks hesitant for a bit, but then gives. "I suppose that would be the best, Soul Protect does help to hide me."

"Ah, but you cannot use Soul Protect at My house!" Lord Death almost happily tells her, and before Lie can protest the God of Death continues, "Would be a bit rude to your host, won't it?"

There! He said it. Lord Death busted out the Big Guns and used the r word. The rude word, aka the word that can make Lie do anything if said by an adult as she doesn't want to be perceived as rude by those above her. Lie looks at Lord Death as if she was being tortured right now by making her watch books being shredded because of their supposed 'uselessness'.

"Er, uh…" Lie hesitates as she slows down her pace of walking. She clasps Miss Sol tightly as she decides on what to do.

On one hand, having Soul Protect on makes her feel calm, makes her feel like she's not of Life and therefore is free from all the stressful duties that makes her want to run away sometimes. Soul Protect is a safety blanket for Lie and she'd be lying if she weren't thankful for the invention of it. Soul Protect protects her from the World; not only the meisters and weapons who mistake her for a Witch, but also of the memory that she will one day have to step into the important role of Goddess of All Living Things, Creator of Life.

Though on the other hand… She was a guest in Lord Death's room and she would have to be polite and all that. If it was the wish of her host for her to not use Soul Protect, then shouldn't it be that she follows His wishes? Besides, even if Soul Protect calms her down, the spell also makes her feel stuffy, makes her want to break away from the skin because of the fact that she is suppressing her own soul. There's also a lot of things that would be done faster if she doesn't use Soul Protect in Lord Death's home (like for example, taking a bath, cleaning her room and of course her Literary research!)

She sighs, her polite side was winning (and if she's going to partake in this mission her mother gave her she'd have to be All Hands on Deck if she wants to still catch up with her Literary research.)

"I suppose it would not hurt to be able to use my magic in your home." Lie replies in a soft voice. She grips Miss Sol tighter than ever and apologizes to the parasol in her mind.

"Perfect!" Lord Death exclaims in a pleased voice, as if He just did not make Lie choose between safety and efficiency. He suddenly stops walking, causing Lie to bump into the God. "Here we are!"

Lie rubs her nose in annoyance, trying to alleviate the pain she felt. She would've responded with a snarky comment, annoyance because of the pain had overridden all polite senses the girl has, before she notices the big ass manor in front of her. She looks at the (clearly) Victorian inspired manor decorated with skulls. Everything is gleaming black, a black that seems to shine as well as absorb light, and if it is not gleaming white then it is a blinding white that hurts to look at or a red that strangely reminds Lie of blood.

"Cool use of the people's tax money…" Lie cannot help but say before she realizes whose house this is. "My apologies! I did not mean for that to slip out."

Lord Death simply laughs, "It's okay. This technically isn't My house and therefore doesn't use the people's tax money—well, it's not like I can use them anyways as Death City has a different government from the DWMA."

"That's… Actually pretty interesting!" Lie admits, her interest more than a bit piqued if anything is to judge from the sparkle her eyes give. "Do you have any books about the politics of the—" Lie blinks as she realizes she has completely derailed the conversation. "My apologies once again! Though if this is not your house, then who's house is this?"

"It's okay Lie. It's not every day you meet someone interested in the complicated nuances of My City! To answer your question about the books, I think there's some in the Academy's library." Lord Death chuckles. "For your other question though, this is My son's home."

"Your son?" Lie repeats, although in the inside she was far too excited at the prospect of learning about how Death City runs politically. She always assumed that Death City runs under the Academy, but the assumption was wrong.

"Yes! My son. I did not introduce you to him, right? No mention of his name or his face or anything like that?" Lord Death confirms, not quite realizing that Lie was not focused on His son but rather on how Death City was run. When he realizes he sighs, "Like mother, like daughter I suppose."

"Huh? Oh!" This seemed to cut into Lie's daydream of reading about this particular topic more. She looks a bit embarrassed and apologetic, her face being a deep red color. "No you did not!"

"No worries, his name is Kid and—well, I think you'll find out when you see him." Lord Death says, not bothering to take note of Lie's spacing out lest she gets all flustered and apologize a million times over.

"Um, I don't think I'll find out. After all, my Mother did not create your species so…" Lie mumbles, "I can't exactly look at your personal information."

"I know! Though, won't you say not knowing anything about my son be an adventure?" Lord Death jokes, or at least that's what Lie thinks He's doing. "If I must describe My son though, he's definitely a catch!"

"Uh," Lie isn't sure how an OCD stricken man who probably looks like a shadow judging from genetics from his Father will be a catch. "Okay?"

"You don't believe me?" Lord Death sighs, "Don't worry then, I suppose you'll find out! Let's go inside in the meantime. It's getting a bit tiring standing outside of Kid's house."

Lie merely follows Lord Death inside the manor, a frown on her lips and skepticism on her soul.

"This'll be your room!" Lord Death opens the door to a big bedroom that's a bit too symmetrical. Lie steps into the room to view it a bit more properly.

The room was painted a dull white. On one side of the walls were various paintings that looked symmetrical and on the other side were the same set of paintings. Besides the paintings, there was also one door each on the two walls that paralleled each other (perhaps leading to a bathroom or a closet?). The bed was properly and primly made save for her suitcase that was carefully set so that it would not disturb the symmetry of the room. Even the lights were symmetrical, as well as the candles. It was a sore to the eyes of Lie who was far too used to the asymmetrical mess of her mother's home. The only saving grace of the room was that there were two bookshelves filled to the brim with books (and Lie is dearly hoping they didn't have the same set of books).

Lie absolutely disliked it.

"It's nice! I like it!" Lie said, instead of voicing out her criticism to the room.

Lord Death looks at Lie amusedly, his eye holes sparkling as if telling Lie to not lie and tell the truth.

"Er, too symmetrical?" Lie tries saying, unsure of how to voice it without screaming her dislike, her English failing on her.

"You'll be able to change it, Kid doesn't visit used rooms and I did tell him there will be a guest perusing one of his many guest rooms." Lord Death assures her. He looks at one of the many clocks hanged on the hallway and the God of Death makes what seems to be a surprised face.

"Is there anything wrong, Lord Death?" Lie asks, her mind was still preoccupied by how symmetrical the room was but it was polite to ask when your host seemed distressed.

"I did not notice the time! I have to go Lie," Lord Death looks a bit apologetic as He says this, "I still have duties to attend at the Academy."

"No worries Sir!" Lie attempts to smile at Him. "I understand."

"Kid will be here in ten to twenty minutes, judging by what his weapons told Me, I'd appreciate it if you also tell him what's happening." Lord Death tells her, "I hope you'll forgive me for leaving you alone in this big home. You'll have company soon though!"

"Leave it to me!" Lie reassures the God. "I won't be lonely, I've got Miss Sol with me, and a ton of books too."

"If you'll excuse me then," Lord Death closes the door after a nod and Lie is left all alone in her too big, too symmetrical room.

'What to do first…' Lie thinks as she approaches the bed. She puts down her suitcase gently on the floor (she then remembers she'd have to either call her Mother for more clothes or go shopping, both of which doesn't seem nice to her), and then lies on the bed. She releases her hold of Miss Sol to let the parasol also rest on the bed.

Lie stretches her entire body and then decides. There's got to be a bathroom in her room or else she'll riot.

Lie dips her toe in the all too warm water and winces when it's too hot. She is clad in a green and white striped towel but she quickly discards this as she decides to submerge her whole body to the too warm water.

The water stings her skin but it also soothes her. There must be something sadomasochistic about this whole routine but it's been proven that warm things relaxes tense muscles, something her muscles are after standing and walking the whole day. She submerges her whole head on the water only surfacing after a few seconds.

"Bwah!" Lie says out loud as she inhales air. She looks satisfied with herself, pleased that she was relaxing her tense muscles. She looks thoughtful for a moment before an idea hits her. "Wait!"

She looks at the floor, where her towel was discarded, and fishes under the towel, trying to find the bottle she placed on the floor earlier. It takes a few minutes because she did not really want her body to be subjected the cold air. She finds a bottle she was looking for and smiles to herself. She uncaps the bottle and takes in the scent before dropping a few drops into her bath. She thinks for a moment before she also grabs the shampoo bottle on the floor and lathers some of it on her hair too.

Soon enough there was a sweet vanilla scent wafting through the air and Lie's smiles to herself. There were good things to every bad thing, and in this case being able to use a big ass bathtub for her relaxation purposes.

Lie leans back and sighs to herself. She's always liked taking baths even if it didn't seem like it because of her unhealthy reading habits. She stays like that without a care in the world, not minding her own surroundings and certainly not paying attention.

After twenty minutes, she goes ahead and stretches her back. Being a bit on the chubbier side and being made in the image of Life, made her back sometimes hurt because of her front, aka her chest. It often annoyed her but having a slightly bigger than average chest had some perks! (Well, not really, but she likes to think so).

At the same moment, the door to the bathroom opens, greatly surprising Lie.

She turns her head just in time to see a dark haired boy intruding on her bath. Lie's eyes widen and too shocked to think of doing anything but stare at the intruder. After a few moments, the initial shock wears off. She tries for a smile and she tilts her head. This must be Lord Death's kid?

The first thing that Lie thinks upon realizing this was 'He doesn't look anything like his Father.' The second thing she thinks is 'This is an awkward first meeting.'

The boy looks at her, and Lie faintly sees red in his cheeks (she's also fairly sure that he also looked at her chest). Lie looks at him and only makes out bright yellow eyes and black hair with three white stripes. The boy seemed to be frozen in place, and Lie sighs inwardly to herself.

"You must be Kid, Lord Death's son?" Lie says and when the boy nods, she continues. "Um, can you perhaps close the door? The cold air's getting in and—"She waves her hand in desperation trying to make the other understand. "Introductions can be made later when I'm done with my bath?

Kid nods and mechanically closes the door. Lie sighs in relief as he does so.

Being raised by a hedonistic mother and being surrounded by half-naked men, ladies and people called Life's workers her whole life has made her a bit desensitized to situations like this. It doesn't stop Lie from submerging her whole head underwater as she thinks how awkward the whole situation was. She doesn't hang out with kids and doesn't really understand social cues that much, but she knows it was awkward even without anyone's help.

She stays in the bath for at least five more minutes before finally going out to go and changing. She leaves the whole bathroom smelling of vanilla.

She's still a bit pleased, even with the awkward encounter.

She changes into her white nightgown (a gift from her mother!), and then sighs as she dries off her hair. She sits on the bed as she looks at Miss Sol.

"Why didn't you stop Lord Death's son from entering the bathroom Miss Sol?" Lie frowns at her, almost in a disappointing manner. "Aren't you supposed to be the one who helps me?"

No response from the inanimate object because well, it is an inanimate object.

"It's bad of me to accuse you though," Lie admits, "You can't do anything and well; I didn't exactly lock the bathroom."

Lie stares at her parasol for a few more minutes before a knock on her door interrupts the staring contest she was having with her dearest parasol. She sighs as she knows who might that be, possibly Lord Death's son. She stands up and walks towards the door and opens it, and what she sees shocks her a tiny bit.

"Elizabeth Thompson." Her eyes glaze over as she mutters. She shakes her head and looks at the tall girl straight in the eye. "I wasn't expecting you?"

"How did you—"Elizabeth shakes her head, deciding to not ponder over that. Lie wonders how many weird things the girl experiences every day for her to not bat an eyelash over this. "It's Liz. I'm supposed to take you to Kid? Something about not wanting to trespass your room anymore?"

Lie frowns, "He sees a few breasts out and about and he's already hesitant to come in? How does he fight kishin eggs then?"

This makes Liz laugh out loud. "I like you." She then looks at the clock nearest to Lie's door. "Although we really need to get going,"

Liz leaves expecting Lie to follow her. The godling hesitates for a moment as she feels a strange warmth inside her flowing (she's never had other people laugh at her jokes before!). She then quickly grabs her parasol and dashes to meet up with Liz's long strides.

(This of course takes the wind out of Lie. She's never been one for physical fitness after all.)

a/n: alsfkjaslkf I really need to get my shit together and write faster. I do hope you enjoyed this!