A/N: So, I have decided that this story was poorly written and needed a bit of an update. I am going through each chapter and working on the second draft. I deleted the other chapters because I don't want people reading them before I have a chance to edit them. So here is the first revision. Also, this should help me come up with an actual ending for the story. This is an OCxKid fanfic. Romance mostly. Thank you to the people who were following this and for those who reviewed. The story still needs work, but I feel much better with these revisions than I did the original. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. ^_^

TRACK 001: The Girl Makes them Even?

The moon smiled over the city, crimson dripping from its grin. Blood was flowing that night and there were souls to save and souls to devour. A figure with a bag over his shoulder, two legs poking out of the end, walked down the empty streets. A shiftiness made him alert, as he was carrying the now twitching figure against its will.

Watching, with silent confidence, a boy waited for his moment. "We will concentrate on our goal. If we lose sight of that, we lose the mission."

"Right!" The Thompson sisters chimed together. Kid's eyes locked onto his target, following easily the careful sneaking of the would be kishin. The man had no chance. He would not escape. The confident smile was replaced with a sneer and a gentle twitch in Kid's eye. As his target turned, Kid could not help but observe a scar running down the left side of his face. It threw off the symmetry. It was not balanced. The girl in his arms didn't help his chances of seeing the next morning. The bag over her head preventing her from knowing what was going on around her, but the steadily increasing shifting of her legs showed that she was regaining consciousness.

Landing lightly on the ground a few paces from the target, Death the Kid held his twin pistols aimed and ready. "It's over, Manson." The criminal turned toward Kid's voice, grinning as he shifted his burden to create a shield. It was a low move, but he knew that Kid would care about shooting through an innocent victim. At the sound of a clearly friendly voice, the hostage began to kick vigorously. Jerking her pale legs and squirming against her captor's iron grip.

Upon assessment, the boy was no longer as threatening as he had first sounded. He was a child, after all. How foolish of him. "Is that some sort of threat? Am I supposed to be scared—" A bullet hit the wall beside his ear, the heat making him flinch backward.

"I assure you, next time, it will be much closer."

The hostage continued to squirm, finally hitting her foot squarely on her captor's nose. He dropped her out of impulse, a hand rushing to control the surge of blood from his nostrils. The hostage landed with a thud on the ground.

And that was all the distraction Kid needed. With Liz and Patty in his hands he was able to take three quick shots, hitting the man in the stomach, shoulder, and chest. Manson fell to his knees, pain erupting over his body. With his last will of strength, fueled by adrenaline, he managed to pull a weapon of his own, but Kid dodged easily.

"I told you it was hopeless. You have lost."

As his clip drained of ammo, so did Manson's energy and he fell to the ground. Liz and Patty transformed into their human selves and stood behind their meister in descending order. Kid's eyebrow twitched.

"Patty…" He spoke through his teeth and Patty looked down, confused.

"Huh?"

Kid's hands shook. "What have I told you?"

"Um…?" Patty put a finger to her lips, her other hand still extended to match her sister.

"SYMMETRY!" Kid screamed. "Symmetry, damn it." He put a hand on his forehead. "I don't know why we bother. Honestly, you're always off, always out of line. Patty!"

"Yes!" She raised her hand.

"Are you listening to me?" He was livid, pointing in the girl's face as she gazed up at him with clouded eyes. "Stop dancing around when I am talking to you."

"Sheesh, calm it down, alright? You're going to get yourself all worked up and then your head'll explode, and I really don't feel like cleaning out the stains." Liz patted Kid's head. "There. There."

"There. There." Patty repeated.

Kid swiped at their hands. "I will not be shushed. You both know how important symmetry is…how vital. Without it there would be hideous chaos. No one wants that to happen, now, do they?"

"I do." Patty raised her hand, laughing.

"No you don't. This is exactly what I'm always talking about." He snapped.

"Okay. Sorry, Kid." Patty replied cheerfully.

Kid nodded and straightened his shirt. Feeling better about the situation and now deciding to give the glowing soul his attention. "Patty, you have one less than Liz so I want you to eat his soul."

"'Kay." Patty chimed.

Liz hugged her sister and cheered. That had been such an easy mission. No scary monsters. No ghosts. No mummies. These were the kinds of missions she could handle easily.

Not to be drowned out by the Thompson sisters' celebrating, the hostage tried to stand, despite the bag and bonds holding her hands. Kid walked over to her, ignoring his weapons' idiotic frolicking, and removed the bag. Long cream hair fell around the girl's head in tangles over her face. Reaching slowly, and hesitating only for a second, Kid brushed the hair away from her face, parting it directly down the middle. Round cerulean eyes beamed up at him happily. Her mouth was covered by a strap of cloth, but he could see from the slant of her eyebrows and the spark in her eyes that she was smiling.

He removed the gag and then the bonds around her wrists. He even held out a hand to help her to her feet, her white dress falling around her knees. Kid's eyes were closed in his attempt to appear indifferent.

"Was—" The girl coughed, her voice a bit rough from the screaming she had done earlier. "Was that you?"

"I beg your pardon, what was me?" Kid asked, nonchalantly.

Her smile grew, "I'm sorry…" She swallowed. "I mean, you saved me. Right? That was you I heard?"

"I see." Kid shrugged. "Yes, I was the one who saved you."

Her eyes sparkled and Kid recoiled, her happy stare making him nervous. "My name is Aya. And thank you for—"

He held up a hand, smiling. "Please, there is no need to thank me. Now, are you injured at all? We would be happy to take you to back to the DWMA for treatment, if you require—"

Hot air spread over his cheek and Kid felt her lips on his face before he realized she had moved. Blood rushed to his face, flushing red under his pale skin. He blinked in bewilderment then coughed into his hand to make an attempt at keeping his cool.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I forgot." Her small fingers gripped his should and she turned him slightly, and heat brushed against his other cheek. She stood back with a smile. "Now they're even. Symmetry, right?"

Liz and Patty had stopped celebrating. Kid was silent, his hand resting on his cheek in completely unhindered confusion. "E…even…" He managed to mumble.

Aya, her skin pale, her hair fair, and her dress white and pastel green, looked at everyone with a kind smile. "I heard you talking to your friends…you were talking very loudly about symmetry…and chaos or…I thought…" She was beginning to think she had misunderstood, with the three blank stares she was receiving. Liz was the first to react by shaking her head and arms animatedly.

"Oh yes. No. He loves symmetry."

"Loves it." Patty echoed.

Aya put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, then I didn't hear him wrong?" She looked at him shyly. "Will he be okay?"

Liz looked at Kid, frowning. "Huh…I'm not sure. I think…" She stepped forward, waving a hand in front of Kid's eyes, which remained unresponsive. His hand was still glued to his cheek. "Hey, I think you broke him."

"Really?" Aya asked, horrified.

"Has Kid never been kissed before?" Patty asked, crowding around him with her sister.

Kid responded with a glare.

Patty giggled. "Oh. Not broken. He's fine. Just shy."

Liz smiled, her hands together next to her cheek. "Aw, Kid, that's so cute."

"Will you two kindly shut up?" Kid ground his teeth. His eyes no longer rested on Aya, but everywhere else.

Aya addressed Liz, who seemed to have the easiest time conversing with her. "Thank you both as well."

Liz held up her hands, "Just a verbal thanks is enough."

Aya giggled. "Of course."

"Do you think you'll be okay?" Liz asked. "Did you want us to take you to the academy?"

Aya shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Really. I'll just go back home, I have someone waiting for me who is bound to be worried by now." Aya put a hand on her head. "Actually, he'll be really worried…angry probably…I really should get going." She began to scurry off and Patty waved a very accentuated goodbye.

Liz waved then turned her attention back to Kid, who was pouting and looking annoyed.

"Look. We're sorry for teasing you." She offered.

"Forget it." He pushed past her quickly, walking briskly to get back home. Aya was still on the same street, jogging ahead of him. She was dressed in such light colors and her hair was so bright that she stood out easily against the dark street. Naturally, his eyes rested on her, as they would any other bright color. Kid watched her even hair sway as she ran, perfectly straight. No one had ever actually humored his neurotic tendencies like that. The kiss on each cheek created balance. And that was the most important thing. What could be more important than symmetry?