So, here we are. I was bored one day, and this suddenly popped into my head. Love the pairing. Also I love reviews, I try to make sure I don't get so OOC. D:

Sometimes I do that…

:D enjoy!!

No, we would never be perfect. Our feelings towards each other were—since the beginning—mixed. No way of really comprehending what each other was thinking. The desire to, however, was tantalizing to the brain and made one wonder why we were this far apart—and yet we were in love.

No amount of simply pronouncing the statement could ever hope to suffice for what we felt within our hearts. We were in love. Our hearts and minds were drawn to each other naturally, and somehow, we both wanted it to stay that way.

Now, all we had to do was get used to sharing our lives with someone else.

And that took two—count them, two—steps to accomplish.

Does it make any sense for us to want to change how we met? If you had been there to see the ordeal, you would have wanted to change how it started as well. Here I was, sauntering about like I was all-important and amazing—compared to these brats I was facing, at least—while she stood at the sidelines patiently, watching. Waiting, never taking action, never interrupting—that was Maka Albarn's way.

Of course, did I really care at the time? No, of course not. My concentration was solely belonging to the idiocy of two relative strangers who'd out of nowhere attacked me.

And yet, if it wasn't for these two, would I have been able to meet her? I cannot say. There were a countless number of opportunities, what with her being the daughter of my Honorable Father's weapon, but this happened to be the best at the moment.

How I had failed to notice it at first, I'll never remember. Only when I felt the sense of creeping imbalance, impending asymmetry—it pains me to remember this, really—did I finally succumb to my condition and pass out.

And now I was at home. How did I get here again? My brain was sluggish and my thoughts were muddled. The soft murmur of voices reached my ears slowly, and I blinked twice, trying my best to concentrate on what was being discussed in the next room. The main hall, perhaps?

"Yes, he's alright, really, we've seen this a bunch of times…" Apparently Liz's voice, huffing between phrases, obviously embarrassed.

"I just wanted to make sure, since it was partly my idiot weapon's fault that this happened." Another female voice replied, also embarrassed. But there was a hint of anger in her tone. Perhaps toward her 'idiot weapon'?

I tried to think back to what had happened previously. The amateurs I'd fought with—their names were… Soul and Black*Star. Black*Star was a meister, with Soul acting as his weapon temporarily—this was shown by the lack of a stable wavelength transmission between the two.

Then it hit me. Whoever this was, she had to be Soul's meister. I thought back to the group's battle with Stein. The one holding the scythe—Soul—had been Maka. Death Scythe's daughter.

"Can I at least come inside and see that he's alright?" Maka chided further, apparently very worried about me. But she didn't even know me, so how…?

That was the kindness of Maka Albarn. I was only beginning to understand it myself, and there was so much more to her than just a pretty face. This was one of the things. How could she worry so much about someone—not even properly introduced, she'd only watched me—who she just found out existed only ten minutes ago? It puzzled me deeply and I didn't enjoy the feeling. Not at first.

Now suddenly there were footsteps nearing the room I was in—where was I? Ah, the living room, sprawled onto the couch—and I tensed. Not really the best way for this kind girl to see me.

And oh, did she see me. Her eyes were the first thing that met me when she walked in the doorway, and my gaze was fixated there for some time. I couldn't look away—it was as if my eyes belonged there, or at least wanted to. When I saw a slight waving motion from the girl, I blinked and shook my head, focusing on the entire picture of her face.

Now I noticed it. My eyes widened, and I stared with my mouth probably agape like some sort of fool. But that didn't matter now. Her two—count them, two—pigtails swayed on either side of her head, her features were relaxed, and—the same on either side of her face. Symmetry—perfect, oh so wonderfully perfect symmetry.

She gave me an odd look, and one of her eyebrows raised, and I had to restrain myself from jumping up and moving it back into place somehow.

Liz was behind her, and noticed my reaction. "Kid, what--" Looking at Maka now, she realized my interest. She huffed a breath and explained to the amazing girl what I meant by my awkward stare—it was still lingering, but it had faltered a bit with the raising of her eyebrow.

"Kid thinks you're perfectly symmetrical." Liz commented, half-smiling. I could tell she was enjoying the awed behavior towards this girl who was practically a stranger.

Maka's renewed symmetrical glance flickered back to my face and I nodded eagerly, still unable to say anything. "You do…?" She asked. Then her face lit up into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen—still the same on both sides, and yet this ceased to amaze me alone any longer. There was something even behind this lovely symmetrical girl that I somehow was intrigued by, even if I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Well, I guess I'm flattered!" The girl grinned walking to kneel next to the couch.

Oh god, don't come any closer, please.

"My name's Maka Albarn—symmetrical extraordinaire!" She giggled, holding out a hand to me.

"D-D-D…" Why was it that I couldn't say my own name to her…? "Deaththekid." I muttered under my breath, and my cheeks felt hot. I gasped and reached for them, patting them with my cold hands in an attempt to put this strange fire out.

"Well then, Deaththekid," She imitated my tone with a laugh and grabbed my hand from my face, shaking it delicately, only worsening the burning I felt. "I can tell by the red color all over your face that we'll be the best of friends, for sure!"

All in all, it wasn't that bad.

But this wonderful, amazing, beautiful, lovely, girl was to be so much more than a best friend to me. I didn't know that just then, though.