A/N: And now we see why this story is rated T. Because this chapter will have swearing in it. Lots of it.

So, this is the last chapter of Symmetrical Devotion. There will be one more story, but I have to get writing on that. ;)

"WHERE'S MAKA?" Soul practically bellowed, racing through the Death City Hospital corridors at top speed. He rounded a corner, ignoring the many nurses placing their fingers over their lips to indicate silence, to see Liz and Patti sitting in the waiting room, looking shaken.

"Liz? What's happened- where is Maka?" He asked, as Black*Star and Tsubaki filed in behind him at a steadier pace, Tsubaki almost restraining her boyfriend from being too loud and rambunctious.

With a shaking hand, Liz pointed to a closed door down a corridor opposite from them. Soul dropped the plush Shinigami face that he'd been carrying onto one of the chairs and ran for the door.

"Be careful!" Patti called at his retreating back. He ignored her warning, pushing the door open to reveal another corridor. He ran through that door as well, to find the labour suite.

Death The Kid was sitting by the doorway, as white as a sheet. Soul shrugged, his meister needed him and he didn't care if the others were afraid of Maka, he was going to see her.

"Soul?" Maka asked quietly as he rounded the corner. She lay upon the white bedsheets, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead. Then her face contorted, and she sat up a little, rubbing her back. She moaned in pain- obviously the contractions aren't that bad yet.

"Uh, so yeah. Hi." he said carefully. She gritted her teeth, and Kid almost-grinned. Soul was gonna get it now. That hadn't been a contraction. And the nurses around the place that were setting up for the birth

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Maka exploded, as if she'd only just realised Soul was there. "I'M IN LABOUR!" Her back arched and her knuckles turning white at the pressure she was putting on them, gripping onto the steel bars that served to support her bed.

"Um…" Soul span around, his gaze fixating on Kid.

"I just came to support you, and say good luck to little Banjo Soul." He muttered.

"I AM NOT NAMING MY BABY BANJO, OR SOUL! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Maka screamed, and she ripped the telephone from the cord and threw it in Soul's direction. He winced, but didn't leave.

"GO!" She yelled, and she picked up a book from the bedside table. "What to expect before you're expecting" (a/n: lol, sex) made a pretty good indent in the white-haired teens' forehead. Years of practice with throwing books at Soul had paid off.

He scampered out of the room, and saw that she had started to cry, watching from the corridor. Kid had leapt up to go and hold her hand. Shaking his head, he went back into the waiting room. Some things were better left to the Shinigami, he thought.

"Uh, Maka, love?" Kid said, struggling not to yelp in pain. She glared daggers at him.

"What?" She practically spat.

"Could I maybe swap hands? It's just that I need to have each hand symmetrically crushed-" Another book, A Guide to Parenting, collided with his skull, but he used the opportunity to switch hands anyway.

"Ok, it's almost time," one of the nurses said, and the doctor came back into the room.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT'S ALMOST FUCKING TIME? IT'S BEEN ALMOST TIME FOR THE LAST FUCKING EIGHT HOURS!"

Kid tried not to grin. Eight hours. Perfect. Not to mention that it was a perfect day for the baby to be born.

The group seated outside had expanded to accommodate the grandfathers-to-be. Shinigami-sama was smiling broadly, and Spirit was sober, having finally sort-of come to terms that his little girl was having a baby of her own.

Tsubaki and Liz chattered nonchalantly about makeup and manicures, desperately trying to occupy their minds. Soul gazed out of the window, and Patti and Black*Star had already broken out the Uno Cards.

"Uno!" Patti cried. Black*Star grinned and threw down his green number 5.

"Uno! HAH! THE GREAT BLACK*STAR HAS ACHIEVED UNO!" he yelled, only to be silenced by a group of people telling him to shut up.

Patti looked at her cards thoughtfully.

Suddenly, a scream tore throughout the hospital- one that they could recognize as belonging to Maka, reverberating through their ears. Then, all was silent.

The teens and adults sat in pure, silent shock for several minutes, watching the doorway.

After about five minutes, the door was pushed open and out stumbled the young Shinigami, who looked like he was about to be sick, but wearing a relieved smile. He carefully walked over to the group, who stared at him questioningly.

"It's a girl," he muttered with a smile, before passing out cold on the floor.

Maka sat, staring into the eyes of her tiny newborn.

The baby was incredibly small, having been so premature. Luckily, though, Maka had been told that the baby was already as strong as those who were born after nine months, so she didn't need to stay at the hospital for any longer than normal.

She gazed at the infant, staring into the green eyes, and grinning at the tiny wisps of black hair that were growing out of the top of her head. She knew that, as the baby got older, the Lines of Sanzu would appear.

Kid walked back into the room, followed by the entourage that was their friends. Maka shifted over a little bit, and Kid sat next to her, staring at his daughter with a huge, goofy grin on his face as the others stood around, looking at the little family of three with wonder.

Kid looked at his little baby girl, and he and Maka began the typical parent-y thing, looking at the little fingernails on her tiny hands, and counting her fingers and toes.

"We need a name," Maka murmured to him, and he nodded.

"I won't call her Death the Kid, because that's too typical, and I'm not Death." Kid said, and she agreed earnestly. The last name, Death, would be used, but she wanted the baby to have proper names. She waited for him to think, because she had no idea what to call the child.

"Well, I was thinking about the name Katie. What do you think?" He suggested, and she stared thoughtfully at the baby for a moment.

"It's nice, but I don't think it quite fits her, if you can get that," she said, and he nodded. She was right, the name wasn't right for some reason.

"How about Kaya?" He suggested. She thought again for a moment, then smiled.

"That sounds good. It's perfect. What about Emily for a middle name?"

"Better than 'The'," Kid grinned. Kaya Emily Death. It had a nice ring to it.

"Excuse me," a nurse popped her head into the door. "We're ready to move you into a private room now, if your visitors would like to stay they can follow us."

The room was packed. Maka and Kid sat on one end of the bed, a little bassinet ready for Kaya sat by the side of the bed. Patti sat on the other end, while Black*Star sat on the window-sill, Tsubaki, Soul and Liz sat on chairs on one side of the room, and Shinigami-Sama sat next to Spirit on the other side. Stein and Marie had also popped in to say 'Hi', but they had left after about half an hour.

Maka couldn't stop herself from grinning as her baby was admired by every person. Grandpa Spirit was crying, and Grandpa Shi' was bouncing up and down excitedly.

All of her friends and family were by her side, and she couldn't have felt happier. Or so she thought. She was proven wrong when her baby girl was passed back to her, and a feeling of such elation filled her that she thought she might burst.

After everyone had left, excluding Kid, who slept on one of the sofa-beds that the hospital staff had brought in (it was a "special circumstance", as his father was in charge of Death City), Maka laid her tiny child down in the bassinet, wrapped up firmly in a warm blanket to counteract the spring chill. She grinned as she saw the little label on the front of the bassinet, which read

Kaya Emily Death

born at 16:20 on the 8/8.

Leaning over, she planted a kiss on the top of her daughters' head. She then got up, and did the same to Kid, before crawling back under the covers for a well-deserved rest.

A/N: WOOOO! That's the third story finished! And as we're on an odd number of stories, I can promise you that there will be another one… or five :P One day I'll get up to eight. I might be ninety years old and sitting in a rocking chair as I type, but I'll get there.

Ok, so I haven't dedicated this chapter yet, so I will now.

This chapter goes to my heterosexual life partner, sweetsheart, who I recently managed to get hooked onto the Fullmetal Alchemist fandom (watch it, I BEG OF YOU! I NEED PEOPLE TO WRITE MORE ROYAI!)

Anyway, until the next story, sayonara!

xxEllie