Chapter 1: Being Asymmetrical

Ryuka's POV

This sensation. The feeling of his body molded to mine. Our hands in a tight embrace. My head resting on his chest. The sound of two heartbeats. The overly sweet smell of spearmint, clean linens, and vanilla. I love this feeling. Kid and I. Death and his mistress. Me and him. Perfect. Two halves of a whole. To pieces in a set. This was where I was meant to belong. Right here, in this place. This place that I call home.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned and opened my eyes, awoken by the sound of our devil of an alarm clock that set at Kid's bedside table. I reached over and hit the snooze button before curling back up to Kid's bare chest. He wrapped his arms around me, running his pale fingers over my bare back. I lived for moments like these. Moments to where all we did was breathe. Love. That's all that it was. And it was just this that meant the world to me.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ung, already? It seems like I just hit the damned snooze button, and now?

Kid reached over and turned off the alarm. He snaked his arms over my bare stomach and let out a sigh into my hair, "Morning."

I looked up and met his deep golden eyes and smiled, feeling safe, "Morning," I said with a smile before I sat up and stretched out my arms. The second I pulled my arms back in, Kid pulled me back down beside him. I looked at him with wide eyes. He brought his head down and set a trail of kisses down my throat. I let out a moan and then gave him a light push to get him off. He looked at me with kind eyes and I laughed, "We have to go to work, you know.'

He smiled and lightly bit into my earlobe, "Can't I just have you all to myself today?"

I slid out from beneath him and sat up, sliding on my black panties. I pulled my white nightgown over my head and gave him a smile, "You know that I have to go get the kids ready for school."

He stood, already wearing his black dress pants, "Sometimes I wish that I could just stop time," he slid my black robe onto my shoulders, "And stay with you forever."

My lips met his, "Yeah," I smiled, kissing him again, "Me too." Married for sixteen years and every day still felt like the first. A year after our marriage, we had been blessed with our twins. A boy and a girl, who were as opposite as night and day. I swear, raising a teenager is like trying to nail jello to a tree, but two? Don't even get me started.

"I'm going to go get a shower going," he pulled a set of clothes from his drawers and lay them out smooth on the bed, "Care to join me after you wake up the kids?" he asked, his breath warm and sexy on my ear and the bare skin of my neck. I felt heat growing up onto my face in a thick blush.

"I can't be tired for work," I gave him a smile, "and neither can you," I ran my fingers through his hair, "Mr. Principal."

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "Alright, Mrs. Nurse." Then he let go of my hand and stepped into the bathroom. I smiled and pushed open our door, walking through the white carpeted halls. I approached the black splatter painted door at the end of the hall. I lightly tapped my knuckles on the door before pushing it open with my palm, "Shay?" I flipped on the lights, "Shay, time to wake up."

He pulled the black and red quilt up over his head and groaned, "Five more minutes mom."

"Shay," I stepped closer to his bed as I navigated my way through his mess of a room. It was a good thing that Kid never came in here, because he would have a heart attack if he did, "Come on now. Don't make this difficult. Get out of the bed.

"Uh-uh," he groaned in protest before planting his pillow over the top of his head. He was so stubborn. So out there. Just like his grandmother.

"Shay!" I pulled his quilt off of him and tossed his pillow onto the floor, "It's Friday for Heaven's sake! Just get up!" Remember the nailing jello to a tree? It would be easier to do that than wake my son up.

He groaned and looked up at me sleepily, "I'm up. I'm up."

His sleepy golden eyes blinked at me, showing the glimpses of irritation. His black hair hung across his left eye, a natural (yes he was born with it) silver streak through the bangs in his eyes. His death-pale skin made him look like a zombie as he sat up in his full sized bed, wearing a dull gray t-shirt and his black boxers. He looked so much like Kid. If Kid had made the decision to no longer care about symmetry at all. He reached for his bedside table and grabbed his chain with his Death Skull charm and slid it onto his neck. He stood up and crossed the room with elaborate skill, his charm in the center of his chest. He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it across the room, leaving his well muscled pale chest exposed in open air until he pulled his Goodbye Normality shirt on over his head. Then he grabbed his black skinny jeans from his dresser and pulled them on. He grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on before turning to hunt down his black and red converse.

"I'm going to go wake up your sister now," I said, navigating my way back to the door, "Don't you dare go back to sleep young man."

He rolled his eyes and flopped on his bed and slid his foot into one of his converse, "Whatever."

"I'm dead serious Shay, if you-"

He laughed and gave me a smile, "I'm not going to go back to sleep, okay, Mom?"

I smiled back at him, "Alright, Hon. Just be downstairs for breakfast."

"Okay."

I shut his door behind me and headed a ways down the hall until I reached the door with a kitten poster and a few other "cute" accents. I knocked lightly before pushing open the door, "Sienna?" The sound of Beethoven's ninth symphony flowed from her room, "Are you awake, sweetheart?"

My thin daughter stood by her closet, pulling her black sweater vest over her pink-and-white stripped button down. Her long silver hair was pulled up into even ponytails on either side of her head. She wore a short pink plaid pleated mini-skirt and her pink converse with black knee-high socks. She wore a pink choker with a white gold Death Skull charm on it, two matching Death Skulls rested evenly apart from each other in her shining silver bangs. She turned around and smiled at me, her gold eyes full of her sparkling charm, "Good Morning, Mom." Now, Sienna had kind of always been a "Daddy's Little Girl", she was the sweet kind of girl who had seemed to get along with everybody. That had always kind of worried me. She had always had strait A's and hadn't ever misbehaved a day in her life. It worried me, because that was the kind of thing that kept a student sustained. She could be hiding things from me.

"Morning, Sweetie," I smiled, "How long have you been up?"

"Just an hour," she said with a smile as she straightened her vest, "What's for breakfast?"

"I think that your father is making waffles downstairs," I said with a smile, "I'm going to get dressed now. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Okay," She smiled and picked up her black phasmology text book, "I love you mom." I nodded and closed the door behind me before turning and going back towards our room.

Shay's POV

"Dad," I leaned back in my chair at the table, "Stop pulling your panties into a wad."

"I just don't understand it!" he ranted on as he sat across from me with his cup of coffee, "How can you be so ASYMMETRICAL?"

"I just don't see what the big deal is with it," I said, crossing my arms, "Symmetry isn't everything."

He slammed his coffee cup down on the table, "Symmetry is everything! Symmetry is key! It's what keeps balance in the world!"

"Shay," Sienna crossed her arms around her black text book from the Kitchen doorway, "Can you just listen to what dad says for once?" Sienna is such a goody-two-shoes, suck-up, daddy's-girl.

"I don't care," I said, taking a drink of my water, "I like what I like. You guys have your weird OCD obsessions. We're as good as even."

My father sighed and leaned back in his chair, "I don't understand you sometimes."

"Hey, what's going on now?" my mother called as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. She wore her hair up in a braid along with a black skirt and button down with her white nurse's coat and white shoes.

"They're fighting, again," Sienna sighed, taking a bite of her waffle. I love my sister, she's my twin after all. But sometimes - no most of the time - she is a real freaking pain in the ass.

"Let's just get going, shall we?" my father asked, holding my mothers hand and giving her a smile. I love my parents, I just hate the lovey-dovey. I mean, they're my parents. Not some teenage friends. Bleh. I could hear them last night. My God. I thought I was gonna hurl.

With little words, the four if us stood and headed towards the door. Yay. Time for school.

…...

"Shay!" I was met by a fierce hug delivered by my weapon partner and girlfriend.

"Hey, Saki," I said, returning her hug. She let go of me and smiled her pearly smile. Her emerald eyes sparkling, her long white hair as soft as snow. In looks, Saki and I were totally opposite. But in personality, we were a perfect fit. We were both into basketball, and all kinds of music. We both liked to stay up late. We liked to be outside and loved her Labrador, Scamp (who did nothing but eat, sleep, and play). We were a perfect match.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I relaxed and kept my hold around her waist as she held onto my neck. So soft. So warm.

"Hey! No kissing in the hallway!" A familiar voice called in an angry tone as it got closer. Saki pulled away and laughed before turning and facing Mr. Albarn. He had kind blue eyes (well, they were kind when I wasn't around), long scarlet hair, and always dressed in a suit. He used to be one of Lord Death's Death Scythes. When my father took over my grandfather's position, he retired as a Death Scythe. He still taught the first year weapons, though. He was also Saki's grandfather.

"Oh, Papa!" she said with a smile before giving him a hug, "Can't you let us off the hook?"

"Now, Saki," he looked at her with serious eyes, "You know I can't-"

"Please?" She asked, large eyes shining. She knew that he couldn't resist those eyes of hers.

"Oh, Alright," He said with a smile, "I suppose that I can."

"Oh!" She gave him a peck on the cheek, "Thanks Papa! You're the best!"

I felt a smirk find it's way onto my face. I remembered back before Saki and I were partners, Sienna had once told me that Saki could talk anyone into anything. Quite the super power if you ask me. It comes in handy in situations like this. Sometimes though, she did use her powers for evil. Like the time she convinced me to take her to Edge Fest. Let's just say that it didn't go over to well with her parents when we got home. She didn't leave the house for a whole week because her mom wouldn't let her out of her sight.

"You two just get to class," Mr. Albarn sighed as he began to stalk off to his room, "And Shay," I raised an eyebrow as her looked over his shoulder and gave me what I think was the evil eye, but with him you can't be too sure, "If I ever catch you making moves on my Saki on school campus again, I'll be sure to tell your father." Then he turned and went down the hall before ducking into his classroom.

"Ooh," I said under my breath, "I'm shaking in my asymmetrical converse."

Saki and eye looked at each other before we started cracking up. She looked up and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, "We really better get to class, or Ms. Marie will throw a fit."

I smiled, "Yeah, we better," We started down the hall, "Or she'll make us help her find a husband." We both started laughing as we turned and headed into our first class of the day.

A/N: So that's would be the first chapter of When The Scars Run Deeper. Tell me what you thought of it. Not a lot happened in this chapter, but we have to get to know the new characters before we can really do much, don't we? I'll update soon! SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! ^^