PLEASE READ BEFORE BEGINNING STORY. Before we start this story I wanted to say that Maka will be pretty OOC for the first few chapters, but don't worry, she'll get more and more in character as the story progresses. Hope you enjoy :3
Is it true what they say about your life flashing before your eyes before death? Well, this kid was about to find out.
He was no one special, just an average run of the mill kid, not very popular, decent grades, hardly ever got in trouble. He did nothing wrong in life, yet here he was, back pressed against the cold brick wall behind him as he stared into the deep jade eyes of the schools most feared delinquent.
Maka Albarn.
"I-If you're looking for money, then take it, j-just please don't kill me! I have a girlfriend, a-and a little sister!" He exclaimed, tears bubbling up in the corners of his eyes. The girl in front of him scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pressed him harder into the wall. "I'm not going to kill you, moron. But I will be taking any money you have on you." She said, holding out her free hand. His hands immediately flew to his pockets, pulling out his wallet and any spare change he had.
She took the money with a small smirk of victory, opening the wallet before freezing when a voice sounded from behind them. "Maka." A look of annoyance flashed across her face before shifting back to her usual frown, spinning around to face the voice that had called out to her. "What do you want, Kid?" She asked, her fist still gripping the boys shirt.
"Please put the boy down, and give him back his money." The black and white haired male said, leaning against the wall slightly as he gave the girl an exasperated look. Said girl pouted slightly, gripping the money tighter in her hand. "Why should I?" She challenged. "Because it doesn't belong to you, I'm sure this young man worked hard for it." He said, motioning to the boy, who had a small sliver of hope shining in his sky blue eyes. Maybe he wasn't going to die today?
Kid stared her down, arms crossed over his chest firmly. Maka pursed her lips slightly before letting out a sigh, shoving the money into the boys limp hand and pushing him away from her. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll rip your eyes out." She threatened. The boy gave a stiff nod before bolting away, his heart beating a mile a minute.
"Pathetic." Maka mumbled before turning back to the monotone boy. "I'm going to have to work overtime now because of you." She said, wrinkling her nose at the thought. Kid rolled his eyes at his childhood friend, pushing himself off of the wall towards her. "I'm sure you can bear through it, you could try looking for better paying jobs instead of stealing lunch money from your classmates you know." He said. smirking slightly. "What do you think I've been doing all this week? There are no good positions open." She grumbled, picking up her backpack off of the ground and slinging it over her shoulder. Kid chuckled at her pouting, taking her hand and pulling her out of the shadowy corner she had been in.
"Don't worry, I'm sure something will come up eventually. For now, how about you eat at my house to make up for your lost expenses?" He suggested, smiling softly at her. "...fine, but only because you offered." She said, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout once again. "You look cute when you do that." He commented playfully, causing the girl beside him to blush brilliantly. "Call me that again and I'll hide one of your shoes." She snapped. In a second he was at her feet, fists clutching the material of her shirt as he looked up at her with fearful, pleading eyes. "Please not again, the last time you did that I couldn't come to school because none of my other shoes were symmetrical enough!" He sobbed. Maka rolled her eyes at her best (and only) friends antics, pulling him back up by his arms as she pulled him along the pavement. "Relax, relax, I won't." She said, walking quickly in the direction of Kid's house. The sooner they got to his house, the sooner she could eat his delicious cooking, albeit it took forever, considering it had to be perfectly symmetrical.
As they walked up the steps to Kid's porch, Maka noticed his fathers car parked in the driveway. "Looks like fathers home early.." Kid mumbled to himself as he opened the door. Maka slipped off her shoes before stepping inside, placing them down on the tray next to the door. "Kid? Is that you?" A figure stepped out from the kitchen. "Yes father, it's good to see you." Kid replied, nodding to his father as he stepped out of his office. "Ah, it's good to see you son, you too Maka." He said, coming up and patting them both on the head.
"It's good to see you too, sir." Maka replied, fixing her hair from where Kid's dad had ruffled it. "All the years I've known you yet you're still so formal." He said in a disapproving tone. Maka smiled sheepishly at him with a shrug of her shoulders. "I suppose Kid has rubbed off on me a bit too much..." She said. "Ah, he does act like that quite a bit, doesn't he? We really need to fix that now, don't we Maka?" He said, rubbing Kid's head again. Maka let out a small laugh as Kid's face turned red. "Well, we'll be in the kitchen if you need us then." He said, taking her hand and speed walking out of the room.
"He's certainly an odd one, isn't he?" Maka mused, leaning against the counter as Kid fixed his hair. "I suppose so, I still can't figure out that mask fetish of his." He said. "Although as long as the mask is symmetrical I don't particularly mind." Maka chuckled at his words. You see, for as long as either of them could remember, Kid's father, for whatever reason, wore a mask of a cartoon skull all the time around the house. He didn't wear it to work, but every time he was in the house, the mask was seemingly glued to his face. Maka had only seen him without it a handful of times, and even then it was only a glance.
She remembered one time when they were younger, around five or six years old, when they had decided to sneak into the bathroom while he was showering to see if they could get the mask when he wasn't wearing it.
'They opened the door ever so slowly, tiptoeing across the cold tiled floor towards the counter where the mask was resting. They always wondered why the tall man had always worn it. Did it give him superpowers? Or night vision? Was the mask what caused him to talk in such a funny voice? Or maybe he just liked wearing it? Either way, they were determined to find out what was so great about the silly little thing.
Maka looked over to the curtain blocking their view of the man currently showering behind it. She looked back at Kid, who was standing directly in front of the mask. This was it, they were finally going to discover just what had caught the adults fancy about a simple piece of plastic. Kid's hand reached out slowly, just about to touch the cool surface when-
"What do you kid's think you're doing?" Both children jumped out of their skin, whipping around to see Kami Albarn standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips as she stared them down with a small frown on her face. "Heh...hi Mama." Maka said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "Maka, you know better than then to take things that don't belong to you. Now come out of here, you're invading Kid's fathers privacy." She said, waving them out of the bathroom. "Thank you, Kami." Kid's dad's voice rang out from behind the shower curtain. "No problem." Kami chuckled, taking both children's hands and walking them into the kitchen, giving them a light scolding before they both apologized for their actions. She smiled softly at them, giving them both a peck on the cheek (Kid getting one on both cheeks for symmetry of course) before ushering them outside to play.'
Maka hummed in amusement at the memory before a solemn look spread across her face. 'Mama...' Multiple memories of her mother flashed through her mind, her chest tightening more and more as each one passed. She was brought out of her thoughts by a hand dropping on her shoulder. She looked to her right, seeing Kid looking at her with a slight look of concern etched onto his face. "Maka, are you okay?" He asked. Maka gave him a small smile, although she doubted it was very convincing. "I'm fine, just thinking about how I'm gonna pay my tuition this semester." She said, which was kind of true. She had been thinking about it earlier that day. She did have enough money in her possession to pay it, but it would drastically lower her food resources.
"You could always let father pay it for you, he's offered multiple times." He said, leaning against the counter next to her. "No way, you guys have done so much for me already, I couldn't let him do something like that." Maka said. Kid sighed, shaking his head slowly. "You won't accept money when it's offered to you, but you can steal it from other student's without a problem." He said.
"Shut up, it's not like they earned it or anything, they probably got it from their parents or something." She sneered, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. "Quite a twisted logic, I must say." Kid commented with a smile. "Your food's burning." She said. The smile immediately dropped from his face as he whipped around, his gaze landing on the now smoking pan sitting on the stove.
"NOOOO, MY PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL PANCAKES!"
Chapter one: Complete. What do you guys think? Continue? Not continue? Please let me know, I'd love to hear what you guys think ^w^ I'm kinda hoping you guys like it, I have a few ideas on how to continue it, but if no one likes it them I won't bother. Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review and (depending on if you like it or not) I'll see you soon. BROFIST!- Sarah