A/N: The title is the title of a song by Die So Fluid.

Alright well, for some reason people keep asking me to continue my one-shots (WHICH ARE ONE-SHOTS FOR A REASON!) so, I've decided I'm just going to make a collection of Kid Liz Patty one-shots.

How this story is going to work is there will be a mini story that will take up two or three chapters about when they first met, and from then on it will just be random one-shots that aren't necessarily related.

I know there are a shit-ton of stories about how Kid and the Thompson sisters met and learned to deal with each other and all that, but... Well... This has been in my head for a while and I want to write it. So here you go.

However, I feel like they probably wouldn't have gotten along very well to begin with and like Liz and Patty would've been a bit harsher in the beginning. Also, Sid isn't a zombie yet at the moment.

Sid was only supposed to be observing their training session, but was very tempted to intervene. It was going quite awfully as far as he could tell. Lord Death had told him that he wanted his son to be given the chance to train his new weapons himself and so had sent him to the small training yard behind the Gallows Mansion to supervise. He'd told him something about how it would make it more "meaningful" for Kid if he did it himself. At the moment, though, Sid didn't think that was all that important. He didn't think it was getting anyone anywhere if their entire training lesson consisted of more yelling and screaming than actual training.

Elizabeth and Patricia, he believed were their names, the Brooklyn Devils. They were definitely not the type of people he'd figured Death the Kid would find to be suitable weapon partners. Sure, they made him symmetrical, but somewhere in Sid's mind he figured Kid would have a hard time dealing with girls so different from himself. Kid was a very neat and tidy person who strived for absolute perfection in every aspect of his life. These two seemed to be rather loud and rather, in a sense, messy.

The older sister, Elizabeth, didn't seem to at all get along with Kid. He knew that with Kid being a death god, he would easily be able to math soul wavelengths with both of them, but he wondered just how well the relationship would work out in the end. She seemed to be over defensive and somewhat bossy. It was clear that being told what to do was not something she tolerated well. Being Kid was their meister and technically the leader of their team, as well as being fairly bossy himself, that meant she was receiving a lot of orders at the moment. These orders were usually met with aggravated protest and unneeded threats. No, she didn't seem to like Kid at all.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she screamed at him, out of breath, for the umpteenth time that day.

"Could you not swear, Elizebeth?" Kid responded, much calmer than she'd have wanted.

"Its Liz, you brat!" she corrected, unnecessarily loud. "And I will swear all I fucking want to!"

The younger sister, Patricia, was laughing hysterically, apparently finding her sister's irritation highly amusing. Patricia, Sid had decided, was absolutely insane. Half of what came out of her mouth was near nonsense and she laughed in the most childish yet sadistic way he'd ever seen. Her unpredictability was surely something that got to Kid. He'd seen him glare at her many times during her laughing fits. He clearly didn't like that he couldn't determine any sort of pattern to her behavior other than the fact that she found things that irritated him to be quite hilarious. When wielding her sister to show him how to hold a gun, Kid had been completely horrified at how random and spastically she'd shot at the targets. Sid, too, had been somewhat bothered by her aim, but upon seeing that she seemed to be hitting the targets alright he decided to let it be. That had been yesterday. Now, however, Kid was working on training them physically so that they could handle any necessary traveling or obstacle they might encounter on missions. Elizabeth seemed to be the most disobedient here.

"Why the hell do we need to be able to run anyway? We're s'pose be your weapons, aren't we? You'll be carrying us the whole time!" She yelled at him in an attempt to get out of training anymore. They'd been training all morning and she was exhausted and sweaty and not at all happy.

"I need you to be able to move quickly incase anything goes wrong," He said. "Of course, I highly doubt that anything like that will ever occur, but its important to be prepared."

"If you don't think anything's gonna go wrong, then why are you making us run 'til we puke?" Elizabeth retaliated, gritting her teeth.

"Because being prepared is important. Besides, I believe most weapons at the academy are required to do this exact same training every day," Kid answered. He was entirely right, and his voice showed that he definitely knew he was right. It was that smug tone that she couldn't stand.

"Oh, the academy," she mocked him with an exasperated sigh in her voice. "Clearly, if they think making people vomit is good training they've gotta be geniuses, don't they?"

"Don't you dare insult my father's school," he hissed, finally showing that irritation she was looking for.

"Don't you dare make my sister puke again!" She yelled, pointing at her giggling sister sitting on the ground a few feet away, drinking from a water bottle in between laughs. It was true. She had run too much and vomited upon becoming overheated. Kid had told them to take a break as soon as it had happened, but had not ended the training session as Liz would've liked.

"She seems fine at the moment," he said.

The blonde's eyes were wild and she grabbed Kid by the hair, forcing him to look her straight in the face. He winced a bit at the feeling, and winced even more as he realized how messy his hair would be when she let go. "Look, you little midget, if you make my little sister sick again or hurt her in any way, I swear to god, I'll-"

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Sid had finally decided it was time to cut it. This wasn't going anywhere. Something needed to be set straight.

"I'll admit it's going to be hard to sync three soul wavelengths together properly, but you guys don't even look like you're trying to get along," the man told them.

Liz released Kid's peculiarly patterned locks with obvious reluctance, not saying a word but glaring sharply at the man confronting her. Kid immediately began running his fingers through his thin hair, trying desperately to fix it as quickly as he could. Patty stopped laughing long enough to come stand with Liz, keeping herself somewhat behind her sister's shoulder for protection. It was a subconscious action that stemmed from something rattling nervously in her stomach.

"Kid," the boy looked up at him attentively upon hearing his name, "You need to be a little bit more patient, maybe try to listen to what they have to say."

At this Liz seemed to think, momentarily, that she'd to won the argument and a smirk spread across her face. However, that look was erased quickly as Sid continued.

"And you, Elizabeth-"

"Liz," She hissed.

"Alright. Liz, you should try and listen to what Kid has to say as well and start cooperating with him. Keep an open mind about the training," He said cooly.

"Keep an open mind, huh? I don't really think working us to death is that great of an idea if you ask me." She said, crossing her arms defiantly.

"You're not going to die," Kid rolled his eyes. "Don't be so overdramatic. It'll get easier if-"

"Oh I'm over dramatic?" She turned to him, pointing at her own chest for emphasis. "Who was it crying like a baby last night because a picture frame was crooked?"

"I was not crying!" He defended.

"Yes you were! You totally were being all 'Bwahhh!'" Patty added, throwing her face to the sky and imitating his sobbing with an over embellished wail.

"I don't sound like that, Patricia," Kid sighed, trying to sound indifferent despite the fact that he was feeling quite embarrassed. His nervous tugging at the rings on his fingers gave his facade away.

"I told'ja to call me Patty" She said happily, her soprano voice not sounding at all angry as her sister's had. "And you totally did and you know it."

"Exactly. Don't be calling me overdramatic when you go and throw tantrums like a freakin' two-year-old," she smirked. "'Sides. You didn't see you running your ass off out there!"

"I already did my training this morning," He told her as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Sid sighed. They just couldn't seem to go even a few seconds without arguing.

"I think it would be a good idea if you guys spent some time trying to get along. Training wont matter if you can't stand each other," He interrupted. "I'm not the kind of man to ignore orders so I can't officially end this training session for you, but I'm gonna suggest you do."

"I second that!" Liz said.

"Me too!" Patty agreed.

"I don't really think-"

"It's three against one, Kid. You lose. That's it. Practice is over!" Liz said triumphantly. Patty squealed and the two ran off together back towards the mansion.

"Oh, sure, now they run," he sighed as he watched them sprint away.

"You've got your work cut out for you with those two," Sid attempted to empathize.

"They keep messing up the house. Especially Patty. She spent the better part of last night running through all of the halls like a madman, which made all of the carpets crooked. They also don't seem to understand the concept of 'coasters'," Kid said, rubbing his temples.

"Well they did just get off the streets two days ago. You can't expect them to have perfect manners just yet," he defended them.

"I suppose you're right," he agreed, though he still sounded mildly annoyed.

"Like I said. Just be patient," He clapped him on shoulder. "Maybe it'll be good for you to have some disorder in your life,"

Kid just gave him a wide-eyed look that clearly conveyed that he couldn't believe that disorder could ever be good. Sid replied with a soft laugh and said, "I've got to get going. I've got a class to get to soon. Good luck."

Death the Kid stepped into the wonderfully conditioned air of the Gallows mansion. He closed the french doors behind him with a small click and simply stood in a rather awkward silence that seemed to follow him into the sitting room. Light streamed in through the windows that took up almost all of the southern wall. Glass stretched from ceiling to floor, providing an excellent view of an extravagant, and perfectly symmetrical, back garden consisting mainly of red roses and odd, black, willow trees. It was almost like a maze with its many winding paths and walls of perfectly trimmed hedges. It was bordered by a tall stone wall with an iron gate in its exact center leading into the training area which was, in comparison to the garden, somewhat small.

Kid felt somewhat intrusive and out of place as he walked into the bright room, which beckoned anger to creep into his throat as this was his house. The two sisters were sitting casually in the large, white, whicker chairs and had previously been laughing and talking before his entrance. Patty seemed unbothered and smiled at him, but did not say anything. Liz gave him a cold, blank look as though he had just rudely interrupted a very important conversation. There were several moments of painful silence before he cleared his throat, hoping to banish any trace of irritation.

"Well, we should probably do something," he paused, looking away for a moment. "Go hang out or something."

"Oh! We should go shopping!" Patty jumped up, fearlessly taking the silence head on. "You said ya'd take us shopping, Kid! 'Member? You said ya'd take us and let us buy whatever we wanted!"

She grabbed Kid by the arm and bounced up and down excitedly. "C'mon, please, please, please? You said ya would! You said ya would!"

"Okay, Patricia, alright. We can go shopping," Kid said, laughing a bit at the girl's enthusiasm.

"You'd really just buy us whatever we want?" Liz asked, a bit disbelieving. "You're sure?"

"Of course," Kid answered her, somewhat bothered by her distrust. "As far as I know, you both have very few clothes, none of which are hardly decent," he winced a bit, "As my weapons you're going to have to dress properly. You can buy whatever you need."

"Really?" Liz continued, clearly trying to hide her own excitement.

"I am not a liar, Elizabeth," He stated simply.

"Alright then, Death the Kid," She said, mocking his insistence on using their full names. "Lets get going, then,"

"Yes!" Patty exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her new meister and jumping up and down some more.

"P-Patricia!" Kid gasped nervously. He was trying not to be rude, but the girl was covered in sweat and her breath still smelled like vomit. She was also hugging him from the side which made him feel quite unbalanced.

"Oh. Sorry, Kid!" she let going of him, but continued her jumping and squealing.

"Perhaps you should both take showers before we go," Kid said, brushing off his jacket. Liz opened her mouth to say something but Kid beat her to it. "After all, you did just get done training. Showering afterwords is a ritual most people practice."

Liz shut her mouth and crossed her arms defensively.

"Okay!" Patty agreed, too excited by the idea of shopping to care. She skipped happily out of the room, leaving Kid and Liz alone in another awkward silence.

"I'm not lying to you, you know," Kid said, finally. "It isn't a problem,"

"I know its just..." Liz wasn't sure what she wanted to say.

"You don't trust me?" He finished for her.

"Well how am I supposed to? I mean, this is awesome and everything, but rich kids don't usually just come and pick girls up off the streets and just start giving them anything they want," she said, her voice underlined with suspicion. "I swear to god, if this is some big elaborate-"

"I can assure you that's not the case," He stopped her. "I am in need of weapons, specifically ones that will make me symmetrical, and feel like you two are the most suitable. I honestly don't think that there is anyone out there that is quite the same as you and your sister. You're perfectly perfect."

"And then you go and do that and talk about us like we're objects," Liz's glare sharpened. He looked away for a moment, thinking about what to say.

"I don't mean it that way," was all he came up with in the end.

"Look, Kid, there's a hell of a lot of freaks in New York that'll do a lot of weird shit to get girls to do what they want. I realize you're only like, twelve, but-"

"Fifteen,"

"What?" she hardly caught what he said.

"I'm fifteen." he corrected her.

"Okay whatever. The point I'm trying to make is that rule number one is that if the first thing a guy tells you is that you're pretty, you don't trust him. Even if he is a brat who never shuts up about symmetry," She continued. "When you live like me and Patty do... did, you meet some pretty weird-ass people."

"I'm going to have to allow my father to meet you soon. Preferably after you have some new clothes," he looked her over as he said it. "Maybe then this will all make more sense. Hmm... Yes. I think tonight you aught to meet him,"

"So you're really just gonna buy us whatever we want?" she asked one last time.

"Of course," Kid was getting tired of answering this question.

Liz was beginning to realize something the more time she spent with Kid. This kid... is an idiot...

"Patty! Look at this dress. Isn't it cute?" Liz said excitedly, holding up the dress to show her sister. It was a simple pink and yellow plaid sundress. "You should try it on. It would look so nice on you."

Patty squeaked happily and nodded, letting Liz lay it on top of the enormous pile of clothes she currently had in her arms. It was becoming heavy, but she didn't mind. The older girl didn't mind either with her own piled draped over just one arm being almost as heavy. However, Patty seemed to have twice as many clothes as her sister being she was not only carrying what she'd picked out herself, but also what Liz had picked out for her.

"Oh Liz! That hat! Lookit!" She moved one of her arms slightly, though not enough to drop the clothes, to gesture toward a hat that looked like some odd cross between a cowboy hat and a witch's hat.

"Okay, those could be fun, I guess," Liz said, grabbing one of them with her free hand and laying it on Patty's pile.

"You should get one too! We can match!" the little blonde girl said excitedly. "C'mon, sis, it'll be fun!"

"I dunno, Patty. Its not really my thing," the taller girl looked at the hats skeptically.

"Oh please!" she begged. "Just try it! We can be like cowgirls! It'll be great!"

"Alright," Liz grabbed one of the hats for herself.

"Look at that!" the younger sister gasped suddenly before bolting across the store.

"Wait, Patty!" the older called after her as she followed.

Kid simply watched them, slightly horrified, from his position against the wall. He never imagined that anyone could possibly need so many clothes. Even he, who had a customly made suit for every occasion and then a good amount of casual clothes, didn't think that they would go so far. He really hoped that they didn't plan on buying all of those things, that they would dislike some of them when they tried them on. He was now having second thoughts about his promise. He knew, of course, that this was the right thing to do, but he was getting worried that they'd get him in trouble with his father. The problem he seemed to have where he felt the need to please everyone and appear perfect in every aspect of his personality was becoming a hindrance. Oh god, he really hoped they didn't want him to buy them everything in the store.

"Hey, Kid, we're gonna go try this stuff on." Liz informed him. He looked up to see them both carrying a considerably large amount of clothes. Patty's face was someone obstructed by her stack.

"Oh. Great," He said, trying not to sound worried.

Kid pushed himself off the wall, hands still in the pockets of his jeans. He'd decided to dress casually for this trip, just jeans and a black button-down shirt with white pinstripes. He followed them to the dressing rooms, sitting awkwardly on a bench as they tried on pretty much every item of clothing in the entire store. They did come out of the dressing rooms to show each other their outfits quite a few outfits. They had asked Kid his opinions a bit in the beginning, but has stopped when he would only picked out the asymmetrical imperfections of the garment itself, rather than commenting on how they looked in it, which had been what they'd wanted. However, he still voiced his opinions quite clearly without their asking.

"You cannot wear that, Elizabeth," he said. "Ever."

Liz rolled her eyes. "It's not that bad. I like it," She played stuck her hands in the pockets of the plum satin dress. The problem was that there was a flower on the right side of the chest. "The asymmetry makes it cool."

Kid looked horror struck. "Never say that again. Now take that off,"

Liz turned around, sighing. "God, your a prick," she said as she shut the door.

Patty opened her door just after her sister shut hers. "Hey, Kiddy? Watcha think of this for my outfit for when we're on missions?"

Kid winced at that nickname. He really hoped it wouldn't stick. "Please don't call me that, Patrica... Patty." He then proceeded to look at her outfit, if it could be called that. Patty seemed to have trouble creating outfits that made sense. this one that she was wearing involved a pink cat-eared hat, a bright green tank-top with a red cropped sweater over top of it, mittens, a day-glow orange scarf, unmatching knee socks, and a pair of puffy denim shorts.

"No, Patty. Just, no," Kid answered, sickened slightly.

He then turned his attention to Liz, who had just changed outfits. She was wearing jeans, an amused smirk and a tight-fitting white shirt with only one sleeve.

"Okay, now you're just trying to make me angry," he looked to the floor, unable to stand the chaos of either girl's outfit.

Liz sighed and looked at her younger sister. "Patty, um..." she wasn't sure how to tell her without making her upset, as Kid seemed to already have by the way she was glaring at him. She looked like she was trying very hard not to rip his throat out. "Hey, um, look just..." she couldn't get the words out. "Here,"

She stepped out of her changing room and the few steps across the narrow hall to her sister. She gently grabbed her wrists and removed the mittens. She unwrapped the scarf from her neck as well. "Hmm... take off the green shirt and just wear the red one." Patty started immediately to remove her shirt. "Wait!" Liz stepped out of the dressing room and shut the door. "Okay, now."

"Liz, um.. could you..." Liz looked down to see her new meister with a rather sick look on his face peering up at her from the bench.

"What?" she said and then remembered her own shirt. "Oh, right..." She didn't have time to change at the moment as she was trying to help Patty, so she just threw a denim jacket on over the shirt to hide it.

"Thank you," Kid said sincerely. He looked relieved.

"Um.. you're welcome," Liz said, not quite sure how to respond. Patty came back out then, wearing just the dark red cropped sweater and the puffy denim shorts, as well as the cat hat and the non-matching socks.

"There, that's much better," her sister told her. Patty seemed very happy with herself. Then, suddenly, and idea struck the younger sister and she removed the cat hat from her head, skipped over to the bench, and shoved it over her meister's hair.

"Augh, Patty..." he protested as his head was pushed roughly downward with more force than should have needed to be applied to put on a hat.

"Kiddy cat!" She squealed gleefully. Kid grimaced, but Patty and Liz laughed amusedly. The boy ripped the hat off of his head immediately and put it down onto the bench next to him irritably. He then crossed his arms and slumped back into his seat with an expression on his face that could only be described as a pout. He looked like such a child now that the two girls couldn't help but laugh more.

"Oh!" Patty skipped back into the dressing room and dug through her pile of clothes until she found what she was looking for. She placed the cowboyish hat on her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped happily. "I wanna wear this for my mission outfit!" she proclaimed excitedly.

"Only without the socks," Kid said. "And only if Liz matches."

"I... I don't know," Liz looked at it skeptically.

"C'mon sis, please?" Patty begged. "'Sides, we should totally dress as cowgirls if we're gonna be Kid's weapons! You even said so yesterday,"

"I was joking a bit, Patty," Liz said.

"Why, exactly?" Kid asked confusedly.

"'Cause!" the shorter girl started. "Your named is Death the Kid, like that cowboy guy with the guns from those stories, only his name was Billy the Kid. And we're the Thompson sisters and there was some guy who's last name was Thompson who was a cowboy and shot people too! You think we're related to that guy, sis?"

"I don't know, Patty, it's certainly possible," she answered her sister's question.

Kid didn't say anything. He simply nodded agreeingly.

"So can we dress like this, please, sis?" Patty asked, clasping her hands together in front of her face.

"I suppose," Liz complied. Patty jumped and squealed. "But I'm not going to wear those shorts. I don't think I could pull it off. I'd rather just wear jeans."

"But then you wont be identical," Kid complained.

"We'll be close enough, though, wont we?" Liz said, quickly getting tired of Kid's problem with symmetry.

"Absolutely not," he said.

"Kid, come on," Liz started. "We look different anyway. What's a different pair of pants going to matter?"

"Elizabeth, I mean, Liz, please..." he whined.

"Oh my god, fine," Liz finally complied begrudgingly. I'll just get them and then not wear them, she thought.

"Good," Kid said, happy now that he felt he'd gotten his way.

"Alright, now that that's sorted out, there's something else me and Patty need that you don't need to see," the older girl told Kid directly. "C'mon, Patty."

"Wait, why can't I-"

"We need bras, Kid," she told him and he shut his mouth quickly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"We'll be right back. Make sure no one takes our stuff," she said before the two exited the fitting room. Kid just continued to sit awkwardly on the small bench, wishing this shopping trip would end and praying that his father wouldn't kill him for spending too much money.

A/N: Alright, so hopefully that was good for now... Please review and tell me what you think.