Outside a black storm raged as Black*Star once again tried infuriated another weather spirit. White flashes were seen as Tsubaki once again transformed to a weapon and powerful waves once again flowed on Maka's skin as she sensed the powerful soul resonance of her friends.

She drew the curtains. Black*Star will eventually defeat the storm and chase it away, but for the time being, going outside of the school was impossible. "Jeez, I know you're the most powerful meister student here but have some restraint. One of these days..."

Actually, now that she thought about, she couldn't even imagine Black*Star being defeated. "Sure won't do that titanic ego any good," she murmured.

"Maka, what are you doing at the window? Come help me!" Maka turned from the window abruptly and looked over to Soul, who was struggling to lift a large amount of books. As she watched, he wobbled and toppled over, books flying everywhere.

She ducked as one came flying her way. It hit the window, got repelled by the ProGlass (Protection Glass) that was enforced by Shinigami Kidd, who just got tired of replacing windows every time Black*Star jumped through them, so instead he got them spelled, and now Black*Star took great amusement in bouncing off of them.

She walked over to Soul and picked up all the books, stacking them on the table. "It isn't that heavy, Soul, you just gotta hold them right, see? Put them from biggest to smallest, all lined up in the center..."

Soul took another sorted stack of books from her and shoved them into a shelf. "I don't have any time to learn how to hold books right, Maka. I have to get this library sorted before tomorrow, damn Professor Stein."

"It's your fault for failing the last test."

"Whatever."

"Besides, it's howling outside. We wouldn't be able to go out if we tried. Might as well sleep here in the extra dormitories."

"Sure thing."

"There's only one left thought. We'll have to share."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Hey, Soul, watch out-"

Just as Soul slid his final book into the shelf, one very thick and very heavy book which was balancing perilously on the rim of a shelf finally lost to gravity, and landed...

Squarely on Soul's cranium.

He crumpled.

Maka picked up the book and opened it, giving no regard to Soul. "It says, Diary of a Shinigami, Death the Kidd."

Soul sat up, rubbing his head. "Aren't you gonna ask if I'm alright?"

Maka sat down next to him, pushing the book half on her lap and half on his, peering at the text. "Are you alright?" She asked absently.

"I'm fine, I'm used to getting hit on the head by a book, the book-chop performed by a certain person."

He looked down at Maka. She wasn't listening. "It's Kidd's diary."

Soul blinked. "Eh?"

"Yeah, see?" She pointed to the title of a page. "That was yesterday."

Soul flipped a few pages past that. The rest was blank. He flipped back. "No way, that guy can write? The last time I saw him he was intent on making every letter perfection. Since when did he have the time to write all this while he's taking over for his father while the Shinigami is recovering?"

(This is anime-based. In my world, the Shinigami is NOT DEAD, goddammit!)

Maka stared at the characters. "This is too perfect, actually... Soul, see those marks? How they don't really match up? He didn't write this by only his hands. He used stencils."

Soul stared at the paper. "Yeah, you're right."

He flipped back a few pages. "Hey, that was last week. You got the highest score- again. Beat him by a mile. Do you think he wrote about that?"

Maka stared at Soul. "Hey, this is private, we can't read this."

"You were the one that opened it."

"But..."

"It's not like it's anything personal... In fact..." Soul flipped a few pages around and then tossed the book over his shoulder. "The guy doesn't write about anything but symmetry!"

Maka raced to the other side of the room and caught the book in midair, but it slipped out of her fingers and landed on the library table. It flipped open to a page.

Today, I was introduced to a very interesting person.

Maka seems to like this person very much.

Although I remember fighting this person, I must not say anything.

Because, if I so much as speak ill of Crona, Maka will beat me up.

Maka closed the book. "Was I that protective?"

Soul looked up from a stack of books that had fallen when the diary had hit the floor. "Of whom?"

"Crona."

"Oh. Yeah, you were."

"Was I really?"

"Yeah. So much that nobody dared go near Crona."

"God, that must have been horrible!"

"No, I think Crona was fine with it."

"... Well, I think we should return this Kidd. He must have left this here by accident."

Maka was about to close the book when she spied another page. "... Soul..."

"Yeah?"

"This passage..."

"What about it? What does it say?"

"It was written a long time. The handwriting is a bit more normal. It says..."

Today I met a tiny skinny girl in a orange dress.

She was nice.

We played, but then I said that she wasn't symmetrical.

She hit me with a picture book.

It still hurts.

Maka looked up and glared at Soul, who was shaking in the corner, stifled laughs and fake coughs coming from his quivering body.

She flipped past a few pages, to the date she remembered so well...

Maka got a weapon today.

I wanted her to be my weapon, since she is symmetrical if she grew knives at the right places.

But she wanted to be a meister.

I have no right to stop her.

I met the weapon.

Soul Eater Evans.

He's very crude. Droopy eyes. Sharp teeth.

Not normal.

Must find a weapon.

By then, Soul was next to Maka and was reading over her shoulder. "Droopy eyes? Sharp teeth, but crude? Since when was I crude?"

Maka slammed the book closed. "Whatever. Enough of this. You done?"

Soul blinked. "Huh?"

"With cleaning."

Maka and Soul looked around. "Yeah."

"Let's go. Our guest room is between Black*Star's and Kidd's anyways."

Kidd stared at the ceiling, feeling it's symmetrical carvings soothing his tangled feelings. He pictured what he would write into his diary tonight.

"Today the most horrible thing happened today."

"At the first day of school I promised to have a grade of 88 on every test."

"... But today, I got... An... *sob*... 87! I am a horrible, despicable, unsymmetrical person! I-"

Knock knock.

Kidd sat up from his symmetrical stance on his bed. "Come in."

Maka peered through the doorway, Soul behind her and looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, Maka. Soul."

Maka nodded. "Mini-Shinigami, I think you left this in the library." She held up a thick leather-bound book that Kidd recognized with dreadful horror.

"My d-diary!" Kidd leaped off his bed and snatched it out of Maka's hands. "Did you read it? Did you look inside?"

Maka stared down to her feet. "Only the pages where... You met me and Soul."

Kidd looked deep into her eyes, not letting her escape them. Her soul pulsed. She was telling the truth. Kidd sighed with relief.

He nodded to Soul. "I'm glad you had the decency to not look further. Thank you."

He shut the door abruptly and didn't breathe until he heard the door next to his room open and the two of them walk in.

She didn't see what he had written right after he met her.

Kidd tossed his diary into his dresser and climbed back on his bed. He stared back up at the ceiling, but this time it did not calm him down.

"I'm over it... It doesn't matter anymore."

The little girl's name is Maka.

It is a weird name.

She hit me with a book.

She made my hair all mussed up.

I'm not symmetrical anymore-

But I don't mind.

Why don't I care?

Alright- that was the first chapter! The next one will be more from Kidd's point of view.

Thank you for reading!

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