But I don't want to!

Kiba *flick of Death to the head*: Do it.

I do not own Soul Eater or any other series referred to in this fanfiction. Just thought I'd say this is anime-based.

Hello! This is my re-written version to celebrate my first fanfiction anniversary. I know some of you weren't so happy that I was taking it down, but most of you seem happy that I decided to make it better. I'm going to do things a bit differently this year, firstly acknowledging my reviewers.

There is one person I'd like to acknowledge right now, actually.

Guest: I've never read something so beautiful directed at me. :') Thank you for your lovely review of my story; I'm glad I made you so happy. I will try my best to make you smile even more.

Well. With that, let's start our next dream, shall we?

The time is after the defeat of Asura by approximately… eight days. Death City was being rebuilt and the students were recovering from the war. Of course, evil will still rise up in the world, but it was nice to relax for just a bit. Of course, the seven students who had defeated Asura in the end were in for another surprise entirely.

Maka sighed. How could she have been so irresponsible? She'd totally forgotten to write down the homework assignment, thus she wouldn't have it done. She felt like such a failure. She'd asked her weapon partner, Soul, if he had remembered, but then wondered why she was so desperate. Soul didn't care about the assignment; the only way Maka would be able to get the assignment now was if she asked Professor Stein. To think, facing a teacher in this situation would be like admitting failure!

Maka sighed again and was about to turn the corner into the classroom when she caught a glimpse of black and white hair. Of course, Kid would have the assignment! Maka turned on her heal, overcome with joy and relief.

"Hey, Kid, did you get today's homework assignment?" she asked. She did a double take when the person she'd spoken to turned to face her. The figure was much smaller than Kid, and possibly younger. In complete detail, it was a girl with a black and white skirt and collared shirt and three white stripes on the right side of her head. She had a cute face, but it was masked with a mature expression much like Kid's.

"Is something the matter?" she asked. Her voice was mature and level.

"No," Maka replied, taking a step back. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Before the other could reply, Maka impulsively ran in the other direction. Was she related to Kid? The said counterpart of Kid stared after her in calm confusion. Across the hallway, Professor Stein walked out of Class Crescent-moon.

"Kid, I'd like to speak with you over…" his voice faded into an awkward silence as he took in the girl standing before him. "Forgive me, Flander; I thought you were someone else."

"Stein," Flander nodded in acknowledgement. "It's been a while. You're now teaching at the academy?"

"I am," Stein confirmed. Despite the girl's undoubtedly younger age, the professor held a highly reserved respect for her. "You haven't been around often. How's your mother?"

"I… haven't seen her," she replied with a sheepish smile. "If you will excuse me, I need to speak to my father, okay?"

Stein nodded her away and stared after her with a smile. So little made Stein smile.

"She's still so prodigious," he muttered, turning the screw in his head. "How I'd love to dissect her. Perhaps just a fragment of her brain?"

Flander Scarlet Death; Kid Has a Sister?

The girl continued down the hallways that she knew so well; she'd been to the academy and came back frequently to receive missions out of area that were too dangerous for students. She found the Death Room without a problem, and knocked on the door. She entered hesitantly. She hadn't seen her father in a long time; what if he didn't recognize her? No, that's stupid. Inside, Lord Death and Spirit were chatting. They looked up at her when she approached them.

"I'm back from my mission," she announced. Lord Death promptly attacked her with a hug.

"That's all you can say?!" he demanded happily. "I haven't seen you in months! How did it go? This will be your 98th Kishin soul, I'm so proud!"

Spirit gasped as he took in the sight of the delicate Reaper as she talked to Lord Death.

"I got it taken care of. And all by myself, too…."

"What's this? Could it be…?" he thought.

"Sebastian," she nodded in acknowledgement.

"You're finally back!" Spirit greeted happily. "If it weren't for those stripes in your hair, I would never have recognized you as Lord Death's daughter. You've gotten so tall."

Flander cleared her throat. She was honestly very short for her age. "Very funny. If it weren't for your ironic need to hug me, I wouldn't have recognized you as my favorite Death Scythe," she replied curtly.

"Don't you know it, you little cutie!" Spirit fawned.

"If you continue talking to my daughter that way, I swear I'll Chop your head open," Lord Death warned. Spirit cringed, horrified at the thought of the dreaded Reaper Chop, and changed the subject.

"So where are you off to next?" he asked the girl.

"I was actually going to—" Flander began.

"Wait, wait, Flander," Lord Death complained. "We hardly talk anymore. I haven't seen you in a long time; I even missed your last birthday. Besides, there's someone who wants to see you."

"Oh? Who?"

"You wanted to see me?" Death the Kid asked, striding into the room. Flander turned to him and paused, examining his hair with the utmost scrutiny. Kid paused as well, engaging in a complete examination of the newcomer. Shoes—left, right… perfect symmetry. Blouse—left, right… perfect symmetry! Her hair—left, right… no symmetry.

'She's hideous and disgusting!' Kid thought. 'Wait a minute… her hair…. Left, right… left… right… left… right…!'

"Kid, you remember your younger sister Flander Scarlet, right?" Lord Death introduced them. Kid snapped out of his asymmetry mental breakdown and stared at the girl with a new look of misunderstanding. "And Flan, this is your older brother, Death the Kid."

"Older brother?!" Flander thought with mild horror and shock.

"Little sister?!" Kid demanded, imitating Flander's reaction.

"You don't remember each other?" Lord Death asked as if he didn't just introduce two siblings that had never heard of each other before. "Wait, what are you two doing on the floor?"

The two of them had sunk to their hands and knees in shock, bowing their heads to each other.

"Nice to meet you," Kid whispered politely.

"Nice to meet you too."

"You're not symmetrical."

"Like you're the one to talk."

"Well, it was a long time ago. Your mother had to leave for her own reasons, and Flander wanted to go with her. Kid, on the other hand, stayed here with me."

"I remember now," Kid said, blinking and looking at Flander, who was still completely lost. "Flan, it's me! Remember, I used to sing you that song at night."

Flander thought for a minute, but didn't speak. She nodded slightly and began humming a song. Kid nodded again, smiling softly. Self-consciously, he began singing the words to her.

"Akai kumo ga nishi kara nagareteiku konna yoru ni ha; Yasashisa nante jama na dake ni mo omoeru kara."

Flander laughed slightly, and Kid blushed. It had been a while since he sang in front of anybody. He felt so open with her already.

"When is mom coming home? Is she here with you?" he asked excitedly. Flander flinched, looking away quietly. Kid digressed in understanding. "Oh, it's just you."

"Yes," Lord Death's voice was slightly quiet. "Flander will be staying at Gallows for a while with you; that would be nice, right?"

"Yeah," Kid smiled. He turned to Flander. "Come on."

"Liz, Patti?" he called once he entered the mansion. "I'm home."

"In here, Kid," Patti's voice rang through the house. Kid followed the sound to the kitchen, where Liz was tending to soup and Patti was cutting onions whilst watching cartoons on the small television.

"Hi, Kid," Liz greeted.

"Who's this?" Patti asked, pointing at Flander.

"This is my sister," Kid explained. "Flander. She'll be staying with us for a while. Girls, I want you to continue making dinner while I prepare a room for Flander."

"Okay, Kid!"

Kid led Flander upstairs and showed her around. It was nice to have a place she could stay for a while.

Kid made his way to the guest bedroom down the hall. Pausing at the cabinet to get some sheets, Kid made the bed and checked to make sure the paintings were level to the ground. He hoped it would be satisfactory; he wanted to impress such an esteemed guest. He wondered what it would be like all together. He'd always wanted a sister. This was going to be something to remember indeed.

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