AN: Hi! Ivy here. This is the first fanfic I've written in years. I'm a little embarrassed to say I don't think my writing style's changed that much since I was eleven. However, my taste definitely has. So, this is a KidxMaka Soul Eater fanfic. I've only seen the anime and I'm in the process of reading the manga, so I apologize to anyone who's read the manga and finds this cringeworthy. Also, this is a pretty short first chapter and a pretty long author's note. I'm sorry! If you like this and want another chapter, please review~

I can only wish that I owned Soul Eater or any of these main characters.

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It started on a mission.

It should have been simple.

Maka, Soul, Patty, Liz, and I were sent to defeat a pair of twins in California who were proving to be a particularly dangerous pair of Kishin eggs.

This mission should be nothing. California wasn't too far, and over a year before, we had defeated the Kishin Asura. We were both unbelievably close to collecting the required amount of Kishin eggs to turn our weapons into Death Scythes: Maka, 99, and me, 198, due to having two weapons and needing twice the normal amount. A small price to pay for perfection.

Ah, symmetry.

Because the two murderers were twins, I'd been worried, and told my father how I doubted I would be able to harm something so perfect as two exactly identical creatures, no matter how far gone the souls were.

"Don't worry!" Maka giggled uncharacteristically in the Death Room with me before Dad had a chance to speak. "I'll rough one or the other up for you first so you won't have any problems." And I suppose me having a fit at the asymmetry is a funny idea to her, I thought. But the problem would be solved.

OOOOOOOO

The twins were back to back, each of them facing one of us. I already knew I could destroy them, because one of the girls had scarily long, filthy ash blonde hair, like Maka's if it had been much dirtier and more tangled, pulled up into a rushed ponytail; the other had obviously been too lazy even for this and chopped off her pitch black locks quickly at an outrageously asymmetrical diagonal. They were disgusting, covered in random splatters of blood, not even the same type of weapon; though they both had nothing but their arms transformed, as Soul sometimes liked to, so they could sort of wield themselves.

"Soul, she is not 'hot!' She is a Kishin egg, not even remotely attractive and I cannot believe you would be mumbling something like that while we're fighting!"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, tiny-tits. You're just jealous!" They were bickering. Again. Soul was being immature, and Maka was distracted.

The sword swiped at her wildly with a razor-sharp arm and Maka looked up just in time, an angered look on her face as she hastily dodged. Maka gritted her teeth and wiped away a drop of blood above her eye, where the weapon had just barely grazed her, with the back of her coat's sleeve. I cringed inwardly. How would she get that stain out? But I forced myself not to panic, ponder it, or get out my handkerchief to run over and scrub at the nearly invisible spot until it disappeared. I simply frowned and shot once at the head of the girl in front of me as she looked over her shoulder at her twin. That got her attention. She growled and shook it off, charging toward me and swinging the back of her axe toward my stomach. I jumped back, about to use my pinkies to rapidly fire bursts of my soul wavelength at the monstrosity and end her quickly. But as this went on, Maka was hit directly on the shoulder by her opponent.

"Maka!" Soul's voice was muffled and urgent. I guessed the wound was deep, but she didn't show it. "Let's go, Soul Resonance!" She yelled quickly, and I watched Maka hold Soul above her head as he was about to morph into a stronger attack, Witch Hunter.

Before I shot, I gasped. The back of the axe hit me bluntly in the chest. "Kid!" Patty and Liz shouted in unison. "What's gotten into you?"

I'd been knocked to the ground by an attack that could have been easily avoided. Briefly, I felt as though all the wind was knocked out of me, and lay on the ground groaning, coughing up a bit of blood. I was far away from her but the axe advanced toward me, holding up her arm just like Maka had.

She's perfect, I thought. I couldn't get up and I wasn't thinking about doing so at all. Completely symmetrical. Because that's why I was on the ground now. I had no idea how I had never noticed it before. Her beauty immobilized me and I closed my eyes, thinking I would be happy to die with the image behind my eyelids.

"Kid, get up, now!" Liz cried frantically. I heard Soul and Maka yelling at the same time, swinging the enormous glowing scythe through both our enemies. Soul told her she could have the souls to herself to help her own growing collection, as Maka had been developing her weapon abilities. He ran over to me.

"Kid, what the hell?" Soul asked hoarsely, crouching next to me.

"My God. Soul...have you ever noticed that Maka is perfectly symmetrical?"