Chapter 1 ~ Enigma

A/N: Uhh... no Prologue.

Oh, and I've edited a little from ch1-2 for cadence. Nothing's change. Much.

And for those new to seeing this Fanon, it's about getting Maka out of OCCness. Hence, not suitable for pure kiMa fans :)

Gold to green. When Death the Kid was introduced to the group, his eyes never stopped to admire Maka Albarn; Her sole existence flawless. Never had he seen not once, but on many occasions her dressed so well. Selfsame pigtails, unblemished cheeks, straightened garments. Sometimes he cursed himself for not being able to find something to fix about her – to touch her.

But that was what made her his Perfect.

On days, Kid loitered away in class. Nothing he hasn't learned. Though, something he'd always be ceased to amaze; Maka's impeccable assemblage equal left and right, whole.

Gold to green. His stares would make her blush, unnerving her. She knew his reasons why. She was a dainty being. Though it didn't help the fact she was oblivion to her symmetries(, unacknowledged skills in such primping). His compulsive urges drove him crazy in love in all the wrong places! He wanted to plaster her in plastic, cased her in a glass block and stored her in the dark just like the rest of his fine arts – never to see day light again. It was an obsession he won't deliver. Because, after all, she was his best friend and… that would just be horrific.

His turmoils, hers too… Actually – it was everyone's. If a frame needed fixing, he'd stop the group for "hap hazardous" measures, an adjournment to their life.
Maka eventually became their sane inspector. She had her soul perception and the ring that prevented Madness affecting her. Plus, she had one of the highest intelligence amongst the group. If she couldn't find anything wrong with the frame, Kid was labelled 'insane', his Obsessive Compulsory Disorders stigmatize.

However, Maka couldn't help but think twice of his OCD and his inquiries of symmetry were sometimes a folly.

On their run they begin to develop their own mini scale mind to mind fight which only they shared. Kid was teasing her sight; A brow would mean 'Really? It doesn't look asymmetrical how many times I've looked at it.' His grin would say 'Keep looking – it's there.' Her wince, 'Liar.'

Red to green. It wasn't a matter of factly when Maka and Soul's relationship was announced. Those two have been together long before he came in the picture, or anyone by chance. Optimistic he wasn't.

"I just don't think those two look good together." He'd explained to the sisters.

Stopping her crayon drawing during a lecture, Patti somehow felt disrupted. "Why're you talking to me?" She asked unsophisticatedly, unconcerned.

Unlike her sister, Liz turned to Kid, big eyes. "That's cute! You're inlove with her, isn't it?" Her grin spread acrossed her face. She was so quick to conclusion.

"No, she just doesn't suit him. She's a more well-rounded woman and Soul's a lethargic man. Probably comatose if you ask me."

Liz bawled, "Whoop!" and clapped her hands together, as a final conclusion, "You're jealous!"

"Who wouldn't?" Kid, cracking a smile, was already absorbed to Maka's liking, "How does she do it? Her hair, always in the same spot; smiles never crooked; her laugh always the right pitch; clothes never wrinkled…"

Mental blankness: Liz wasn't sure whether she's looking at a boy in love, or a boy way obsessed with his symmetries. "W-What does that mean?" She uttered.

"Oh," His head hits back to reality. "She's perfect."

.

Half to nine, Kid was seeping his feet into his shoe. 'Maka's not coming to my home as often', he deliberated. His mind cloudy when he proceed to flattening his attire and combing his hair to even sides; a procedure he continues to follow, but his head fogged of 'what of' his Perfect.

… It's been a year since Maka and Soul were together. Nonetheless, things continued in its ordinary and unordinary days.

Their affection for each other grew more and more substantial. She was always enclosed in his arm, and when they enter school she was always aligned to him at – to his dismal – an angle. It did irritate Kid how Maka becomes more loose. Soul was even touching her in places he wouldn't dream of messing!

'Don't do that! It's just been straightened!' His mind chasten in agony. 'No! No! You're a…' His voice breaks into frustration and outrage, '… Monster!'

Days prolong and so did their puppy love. With sighs and reliefs, Kid, himself, was becoming tired. Maybe angry he felt, but that had nothing yet to do with his favourite woman. Not by affection at most. He wished them luck…

In his threshold, he surveyed back to his watch: Half an hour to spare, a lot more time than he had earned. He clicked the door close, ushering a moment of time, silence.

_Shibusen, Crescent Room

Finding his way to his seat, he exhales and cracked his knuckles. "One pencil to the left, one to the right…"

"Soul Eater." Stein called across the room. "Where's Maka Albarn?"
Kid's eyes ventured to their seats, and find one absence.

"Uhm." Soul drawled, slowly lifting his hands above his shoulders; a sufficed unsettled man's feature, Death knew. "… She's not here."

"I know that." His voice continued apathetic… though his eye looked him, as if a subject.

Crimson's eyes perturbed, Soul had stretched, swallowed before he whiffed, "She's different."

Kid took the words and tried to connect it. Unlikely!

Maka was a strong and defined woman. She knew exactly what she was doing and everything else went along as an objective. Her sweet, sugary personality was also part of her audacity. Kid, and everyone else, at least, thought that.

The clock ticked giving him his order. It was time he continued in his fix 'perfect' life into that road. Six hours school he had, six hours he was going to stay in that fixed position, like a silly statue.

"I'm going to poke you." Patti said.

.

The bell ring, signalling the end of school. His race to the exit, per usual first, was suddenly over taken by Soul. Stupor for a second, he walked again. Curiosity follows.

"Yo!" Strong calloused hands stopped him in his track. These could only belong to Black*Star, seeing its gauntlets. "We're going to check on Maka! You, Liz and Patti wanna come?"

The girls hopped in 'Yes', but he replied, "No."

"How come?" Liz asked, addressing concerns and suspicion.

Honest to his Father, Kid wasn't sure why he said that; He shook his head, "I'll drop by later."
They left with "Alright."

His mind, still cloudy. The sun did nothing to lift it.

Everyone else disappeared to Soul and Maka's apartment, but he choose to go later, earning him more time than he could horribly ask for.

He wouldn't mind measuring more frames. Precisions were the keys to his odd-like decree. Maka had mastered it before he even had the chance. His three white stripes stopping him only.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad now to look over his countless frames. For him, it gives him the pat on the back and glorious satisfaction he perfected something. It was his somewhat out of the ordinary compensation from the everyday ugly and asymmetrical images he sees.

Or you could just call it 'Obsessive Compulsory Disorder'.

His blocked head have left him in the familiar basketball court.

"How many steps was that?" his mind troubled more rather than his subitaneous arrival.

The siren of an ice cream van boomed in the playground, abrupting the peace with infantile symphony. Children crowd around the wheels and jumped offbeat. A line begin to form when like a fissure a woman crevice through it. Crumbles goes the children in a heap mess. Kid scowled at the unorderly manner they fail to line up, especially at the woman whom was the prime enterprise.

Much to his apprehension, he recognizes the woman as she daubs her mouth in chocolate ice cream. No he wasn't mistaken of what was presented before his over-observant hawk eyes.

Ash blonde hair, porcelain skin, green authentic orbs, the ones he usually gets himself lost in, the person infront of him was an abuse to the real Maka Albarn. Her hair was as if gunk and it gets jammed in a fan. Certainly, the woman did not look in the mirror before she left. She only wore a tank top, skimpy denim shorts, and is bare foot. Food scraps decorated her, no, it demoralise her.

He rubbed his eyes more, he sees her scratching her crotch in public. His vision just got worse.

"Patti?" He spluttered.

The Reaper caught her attention. "No! Maka!" She hollered in answer. "I'm Maka Albarn!"

Those last three words drone him onto his back; THUD.

Blackouts; 'Who the fuck was this woman?'