(Chapter One)

Death the Kid had an addiction, no, more like an obsession over symmetry. It's been over two months since I became his friend, but whenever I would talk to him, his obsession would become more and more apparent to me.

"It feels like the closer I am with him, the more open he is about fawning over symmetry in front of me." I had sighed to my friend Maka, an ash blonde, green eyed meister who was in the same class as Kid and I. She laughed kindheartedly, as she patted my back gently.

"Don't worry about it." She reassured me, "That's just how he is. The more often he brings it up in your conversations, the more he trusts that you won't judge him for it. It's sort of a weird way to show his friendship, but he means well."

"I guess." I agreed, unenthusiastic. Maka, sensing my doubt, continued to try and cheer me up.

"Look at Patty and Liz." she suggested, "Since they're his weapons, they have to put up with his tangents everyday, yet they are the two that Kid has the most trust in." I nodded, understanding her point, and I smiled, thanking her.

"No proble-" "MAKAAAAAA!" she was interrupted as a red haired man came bustling clumsily through the classroom's doors. He was dressed in a murky green dress shirt and a black suit. He whipped his head around and ran excitedly towards us when he spotted Maka.

"Papa...?" Maka questioned, scrunching her face distastefully. I stared at her in disbelief.

"Papa?! He's your Father?!" I gasped, and Maka nodded her head grimly.

"I gotta go... Talk to you later though!" She called, weaving past her Father skillfully before escaping out the door.

He followed after her, calling her name repeatedly. I sat there, still a bit awed that Maka's Father was the very weapon of Lord Death himself. But that made sense, considering how smart Maka was. My thoughts were shaken suddenly as someone called me from across the room. I looked up to see a smiling Kid gingerly walking towards me.

"Hey." I said, resting my chin on my hand. Kid stood in front of me for a few brief moments before he circled the table and sat in the seat beside me.

"Do you notice anything... different about me..?" he asked casually, trying to hide his excitement. He leaned back against the wall of the seat behind him, and he stretched his hands behind his head coolly.

I scanned him in his awkward pose, and was about to shake my head when I noticed what he was so ecstatic about. The three white stripes that had been layered on his hair before were now gone, and he was... perfectly symmetrical. I laughed hysterically, gripping onto his shoulder for support to keep myself upright. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, and I drew in hurried breaths to calm myself.

"You're symmetrical." I sniffed, wiping the tears that had formed in my eyes with the heel of my palm, and using my other hand to point to his hair. He beamed happily at me as he sat upright, and he wrapped his right arm around me nonchalantly, pulling me closer to his body.

"You see? This is why we're friends." he laughed, throwing his head back, "I can always count on you to notice these things." I smiled at his praise, but my smile soon sagged a bit. "How were you able to get the dye to stay?" I asked questioningly, "You're a shinigami, which means that poisons shouldn't affect you. And that means that the dye shouldn't be able to take."

I scratched my head, confused, and Death the Kid smiled happily. He leaned in to me, closing the gap between us, until his face was uncomfortably close to mine, and he moved his face to one side of mine.

"Girls are magical." he whispered, making me blush as I felt his warm breath against my ear, "To make themselves more appealing, they place fake hair onto their heads. Of course, I decided to us this to my advantage and make my hair perfectly balanced." He laughed joyously, pulling himself away from me and leaning back into his seat. I stared at him my mouth agape.

"You're wearing extensions?!" I cried, holding back laughter. He nodded proudly, lifting the layer of black hair to reveal his original three white streaks. I chewed on my bottom lip to keep myself form laughing at him, knowing it would most likely offend him, and once I had calmed myself down, I opened my mouth to speak.

"It's great that your happy Kid, but you look so different. Your charm is gone." Death the Kid stared at me, his jaw dangling wide open. Dramatic tears brimmed his waterline, and he threw his hand to his head, rubbing his temple furiously.

"Charm? My charm's gone...?" he whimpered, causing me to snicker. He smiled, satisfied at my reaction to his dramatic act.

"I mean, the irony is gone. You love everything symmetrical, yet your hair was preventing you from being exactly that, and now that your hair is balanced, you've lost that irony. Plus I thought that you looked rather attractive with your hair like that."

"Ohhhh? What's this? Could you possibly find me attractive?" he mocked, and I realized my mistake. "Y-yeah..." I stuttered nervously, "You're really cute whenever someone points out your uneven hair and you get flustered." "Hm... So you would describe me as cute?" he prodded, not moving on from the topic. I did the only thing I could think of in the moment and nodded slowly. His amber colored eyes swept over me, and I felt myself blush under his gaze.

"Well. I think you're pretty cute yourself when your cheeks turn pink." my face intensified in color, and Kid laughed, "Oh you're even cuter when you're red! Are you doing this on purpose?"

My head shook from side to side frantically, and I slapped my face from both sides with my hands, calming myself somewhat. Death the Kid planted his hand on top of my head, and turned me to face him, my hands still squeezing both sides of my face.

"Awww. Your face!" he cooed, "Perfectly symmetrical and adorable as well."

I removed my hands from my cheeks and rolled my eyes playfully. Liz and Patty ran up to the two of us, Patty sticking a finger in her throat in a gagging motion when she overheard our conversation. Liz scolded her, and Patty just shrugged, her short hair moving slightly as she did so.

"I'm just saying, if you guys wanna get all lovey-dovey, do it somewhere else. Preferably somewhere where I'm NOT."

Liz laughed cheerily, high-fiving her younger sister, and Kid and I looked away from each other, embarrassed. The bell rung, signalling the end of the study period, and Maka entered the room, followed by Professor Stein who demanded silence. I ran back to my seat, not looking back at Kid for obvious reasons, and I kept my eyes on my textbooks for the rest of the day. Not even answering to Maka when she asked if anything was wrong, in fear of someone overhearing me tell her everything.

(END OF CHAPTER ONE)