(Chapter Three)

My memories were interrupted as I heard Soul grunt and I looked up to see that Maka had jabbed her elbow into his rib cage.

"He's still recovering." I smiled sadly, "But he's alright. I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon."

Soul nodded, not pressing the subject any further, and we ran the rest of the way to the class room in silence.

Maka, Soul, and I ran into the classroom seconds before the bell rang. We scrambled hastily into our seats, and we all spent the next few minutes calming down our frantically pacing heartbeats.

Class started without delay, and I found myself spacing out during the lectures, which was odd, since I was almost always attentive during class. However, every so often, I felt as though someone was watching me, I would always turn to try and catch the person' s gaze, but it was to no prevail. I had deduced that this pair of wandering eyes most likely belonged to Death the Kid, but I denied the thought, and refused to look at him in order to confirm or dismiss my suspicions.

Soon enough, the bell rang, signalling the lunch break. I stood, and made my way over to Death the Kid instinctively. I planted my hands down firmly on the desk in front of him. He looked up at me, puzzled, and I opened my mouth to speak after debating long and hard on whether or not I should have avoided or talked to him today. I had finally decided on the second option.

"Before you talk, sit down." Death the Kid interrupted me.

I sat down in the seat beside him obediently, and I stared at my hands, losing the nerve to ask him if he had been stealing glances at me earlier during class.

"So you wanted to tell me something?" Kid asked me, resting his chin on the heels of his palms, with his elbows propped up on the desk in front of him. I opened my mouth again to say something, anything, when an ingenious idea ran through my mind.
Smiling deviously, I called to him.

"Change your hair back." I said as I stood up and walked past him.

He shrugged, closing his eyes, and in that brief moment when he wasn't looking, I took my hands and ruffled his hair, making it as disorderly as possibly, before bolting out the room.

I heard his screams first, then him calling for Liz and Patty, and I grimaced.

Furious was probably an understatement for how Kid felt. A murderous aura filled the hall, and I sped up, not daring to look back in fear that he was closer than I expected.

I ducked into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind me as silently as possible. Then I collapsed on the floor, only now realizing how tired my muscles felt. I sighed, then giggled to myself. It was a shame that I wasn't able to see the look on his face, but if I had stayed any longer I would've been on the floor crying for forgiveness by now.

A click to my right made me whip my head to the side, and out of the dark corner of the room Kid appeared, holding Liz and Patty in each of his hands.

"You thought you could escape, huh?" he asked ominously, "I am a shinigami. You cannot hide from me."

I sighed, then stood up and walked to him.

He watched me cautiously as I approached him, my hands in the air in a sign of compliance. I stood about a foot away from him, and he tilted his head to one side, confused. I smiled, and tilted my head to the opposite side before enclosing the space between us.

He was slightly taller than I, so I felt myself rise on my tip toes and lean in a bit more than I expected.

The sudden shift of weight made Death the Kid step back and he dropped Liz and Patty to the ground, using his hands to support my waist from falling. I smiled against his mouth, then moved my head back to stare into his honey orbs.

I pulled him into an embrace and mouthed a silent 'thank you' at Liz and Patty who had transformed into their human form and were sneaking out the door. They both gave me a enthusiastic thumbs up and I winked back at them. Returning my attention to the seemingly frozen Kid, I whispered as alluringly as I could into his ear.

"You were stealing glances at me, weirdo. But I regret nothing."

I smiled as he wrapped his arms tighter around me, and I tucked a strand of his disheveled hair behind his ear, and for once, he said nothing about me making him more unsymmetrical than he was.

Author's Notes:/ And this concludes my short story for Death the Kid. I really hope you liked it! Reviews and Comments are greatly appreciated!