CAUTION: Lemon (Lime?) I don't know... You've been notified anyhow.
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~One week later~

I roll over with a groan; my right hand meets something smooth and warm. Opening my eyes, I see that my hand had landed on a creamy white stomach. I leave it there as my gaze travels upwards past a taut, scarred chest and the curve of a hard jawline to the face of the person who lay asleep beside me.

I take a few moments and simply smile at the mussed white hair, the slightly open mouth revealing razor-sharp teeth, and the thin trail of drool running down onto the pillow beneath his head.

Realizing that it's actually time to get up, I groan again— louder this time— and begin forcing myself out of bed. Once I'm finally sitting the edge with my feet on the ground, I turn behind me to shake Soul awake.

He grunts and cracks one eye open, looking at me imploringly, practically begging me to say 'never mind, go back to sleep'.

I shake my head before finally standing up. "Come on, Soul— if you get up now, I'll make waffles," I bribe him.

Suddenly, he's out of bed and dressed— that is, if you can call wearing a classy ensemble of an inside-out shirt, mismatched shoes, and only one sock 'dressed'.

I chuckle and walk to the dresser with his clothes in it. After taking out a clean pair of socks, I go to the closet to find his left shoe's twin. Handing these to Soul, I help him out of his shirt and put it back on, right side out this time.

Only once Soul could be deemed presentable did I finally begin to head to the kitchen to start making the waffles for breakfast.

"Any special requests?" I call over my shoulder.

"Cinnamon sugar," Soul replies excitedly.

Entering the kitchen, I get right to mixing the batter; stirring together the flour, water, cinnamon, sugar, and everything else. Once finished with that, I get out the waffle iron and turn it on.

While I'm waiting for it to heat up, I open the fridge and grab both the chocolate and maple syrup, butter, and milk.

Soul only joined me in the kitchen once the waffle batter was sizzling away in the iron. As he strode past me, he pecked my cheek.

"Mornin' sunshine," he greeted me. I smiled.

"I see you're finally functioning," I joke, then pause as I open the waffle iron to take out the finished product and add the last of the batter. "And you're feeling alright? You didn't tear any stitches, did you?" I fretted.

Soul smirked. "You know, you're unexpectedly quite motherly, dear." He said with a chuckle.

He sobered a bit when he caught my scowl, though, and sighed. "Yes, I'm fine. The stitches are right where they should be." Soul paused, and looked pointedly at me before continuing. "Not that you would let me do much, anyhow."

I avoided his gaze as I felt my face heat up in a certain blush. "I care about you," I shot back defensively. "What's so bad about that?" I pull out the last waffle and lay it on the plate with the others. "Besides, you know that I feel guilty about hurting you so badly." I sniffle and swipe a hand across my eyes.

I feel Soul pull me into a hug, his chin resting on my head. I could hear every breath he took, and his pounding heart seemed almost deafening. Soul lifted one of my hands and placed a gentle kiss on the angry red scar that was there.

"And you know that I don't blame you," he retorted.

I gingerly return the hug, trying not to disturb the stitches that were entirely my fault.

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Soul was so ecstatic that I had finally reciprocated his feelings; he wanted to 'prove' his love to me as soon as he could.

With Maka's approval (obviously), I brought Soul home with me. And by some twisted luck, Patty and Liz had left to visit friends and wouldn't be back until the next night, according to the note they had left on the front door.

I dragged Soul to my room, occasionally shedding various pieces of clothing— first my jacket, then the shirt. My shoes and socks followed shortly after, along with my pants.

Eventually, we fall onto my bed, kissing fervently. I think he may have bit my lip once or twice— I remember tasting blood at some point.

Then, he pulled away. He was flushed crimson and breathing heavily— I probably appeared no different, though.

I could feel his gaze on me as his eyes raked down my shoulders to my chest, then to the boxers that just barely concealed my leaking erection.

If I wasn't blushing before, I sure was bright red by now.

"Beautiful," Soul whispered huskily, trailing a hand down my side. I jumped when he brushed against a ticklish spot, making him chuckle darkly. He brought his hand to a rest on my hip as he began a trail of kisses at my lips, leading to my collarbone, down over my chest and stomach, and ending just above my left thigh. I squirmed in eager anticipation as he tugged down my boxers excruciatingly slowly, making a small moan slip from my mouth.

Soul glanced up at me then— his eyes like molten garnets— and smirked devilishly.

My mind— previously quite muddled— was now filled with brilliant white sparks as his mouth performed sinful pleasures. His tongue swirled delightfully, and his throat— oh god his throat.

His... ministrations lasted until I thought I could have died from the pleasure. Then, I exploded; though Soul didn't appear to mind that I hadn't warned him that I was near my limit. Rather, he seemed quite proud of himself as I lay gasping for air.

A minute or two had gone by before I had finally calmed enough to form any kind of somewhat coherent speech. I sat up slowly, placed my hands on Soul's shoulders, and weakly tugged him towards me for a tender kiss.

I could taste myself on his tongue— it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would've been.

I leaned forward onto Soul, hoping he'd get the hint that I wanted to push him down. Eventually, he caught on and obeyed; I sat astride his hips, gazing down into his fiery red eyes.

Biting my lip, I reach for the hem of his shirt and gingerly slide it up to expose his chest.

His... Ch- chest...

So... Asymmetrical.

I could feel my eye twitch as a wave of panic began to creep up inside of me.

I needed to fix it— make it complete.

Soul's expression had gone from bemused, to worried, to absolutely terrified.
"K- Kid?" He asked haltingly. "Are... Are you alright?"

I quickly pushed myself off of him.

CompleteCompleteCompleteCompleteCompleteComplete

A mantra of sorts was running through my head on an endless loop.

I reach into my bedside table, searching for something to fix it with. My frenzied fumbling towards me with a small hand mirror.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Soul's voice floats into my daze.

"CompleteCompleteCompleteCompleteCOMPLETE!"

I smash the mirror down hard on the table, grab the largest shard, and slowly approach Soul, my intent clear on my face.

"Kid, stop! What are you doing?!"

Something— maybe the pleading tone in his voice, or perhaps the tears forming in his eyes— made me freeze.

"S- Soul?" I finally whimper after an eternity of silence. His face breaks into a huge smile and he opens his arms to invite me into a hug. The tears streaming from my eyes blind me as I ram myself into Soul.

However, his sharp intake of breath makes me glance up at him once more. Soul's face was completely pallid— even his lips were an eerie almost-white.

I began to panic again; this time, however, I wasn't going mad. I raised my arms to steady my hands on his shoulders— and realised that I still clutched the mirror shard in my fist.

I had gouged a jagged wound into his abdomen, mirroring the pink scar that was already there.

Though I was still mortified of what I had done, I still felt a little part of me sigh in relief.

Finally, symmetry.

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Author's Note: This is the end of what story line I had planned for Final Symmetry. However, I will ALWAYS be open to any suggestions or critiques you loves may have. I may or may not go back into this particular chapter and change it a bit more, anyhow.

PS: I hope you guys enjoyed my first valiant attempt at writing a lemon... Or I guess it's technically more of a lime... Whatever.