Perfect Symmetry

(I need a less crappy title!)

Please note that I do not, in fact, own Soul Eater. If I did, there would be a lot more Kid, and I wouldn't be writing a fanfic about it. I would actually be writing Soul Eater. You know. And stuff.

There isn't enough Kid and Maka love out there. :c

AND THAT'S what made me write my own, (as well as the overwhelming cuteness of this couple. I laugh out loud every time I think about it. I get a lot of weird looks at work.) even though I've never written a real fanfic with characters with preset dispositions before. (I wrote a Monster Hunter one, But that's Monster Hunter. Monsters have no set personality, aside from being mean and occasionally angry, so sorry if this seems OOC at times!)

If this fanfic turns out to be somewhat good, and you enjoy it, I'm going to need a kick in the ass to keep writing. To proverbially kick my proverbial ass, leave me a review, favorite, whatever. Those kinds of things drive me to keep writing, because I love attention. (Not really. But really, Reviews are best. Jusayin'.)

ALSO. I promise, promise that not all of my intros will be this long. And my chapters not this boring. Sorry! The first chapter is always a bit dull. ._.

On to the fic! (OhmygahI'msoexcited!)

It was a bright, sunny day in Death City, not unusual in any way. The sun beat down on the concrete, and I stood, unmoving, waiting for the game to start. The group of people I called friends had decided on a basketball game again. Before it was quite common, though as of late we'd been too busy to get a game started. But finally, all of us had found the time to get together again. After playing so many games of basketball in the past, you'd think they'd have figured everything out by now. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Soul and Black*Star still fought about what would happen to the losing team's leader. As usual, I was singled out as the leader of the team, with Maka on the other side. It still bothered me that they did that, even though my team had yet to lose.

This was mainly because Maka was just awful at the game; along with Crona, who insisted on being on her team. Even though she lost every time and was forced to do her least favorite activity, which was spending time with her father, she never once got angry or complained. I really admired that about her, since patience and understanding were traits I generally lacked.

"No! That's a stupid ass idea! Mine was way better!"

"Screw you, you're idea is so absolutely retarded I'm surprised even you thought of it!"

They had been going back and forth like that for a while now, and at the rate they were going, would be for a lot longer unless someone interjected and made a decision for them.

I sighed, scratching my head for a moment. "What if we just settle on the usual wager?" The usual wager. If I lost, they'd move my paintings that I had hung in my home two centimeters to the left, or Maka would have to spend a day with her father. I could tell by the small noise Maka made, she didn't like that idea one bit, not that she ever did.

"Hm. Seems fair enough." Soul put one hand in his pocket and lazily looked in my direction, spinning the ball on one finger of his other, then looking to Maka. "It's settled then, let's play."

I couldn't imagine the horror of having all of my decorations moved two centimeters, but as I said, we had never lost. So I was a lot less concerned and a bit more cocky than I should have been, in hindsight. Black*Star started with the ball, looking around and quickly passing it to Soul, who tossed it to Liz.

Liz ended up losing the ball to Tsubaki, who intercepted her pass to Soul. She looked around, completely blocked in all but one direction. She quickly passed it to Crona.

"U-uuh..." He looked around helplessly, wondering who to pass it to. He had never really caught onto the game, and if it weren't for Maka's badgering, he would have stayed on the sidelines. He was just about to pass it to Maka, when he was rammed into the ground by Patti.

"Ugh." I sighed heavily, and slapped a hand to my face. "Patti, you don't tackle people in basketball."

"Really?"

Liz must have more patience than I give her credit for. How has she dealt with Patti her whole life? "Really. Also, Crona is on your team. If you're going to tackle someone have it be on the other side, at least." She sighed, her hands on her hips as she looked down on her sister.

"Awww, but that's no fun!" She stuck her lips out and pouted.

Soul tipped his head slightly, letting out a small sigh as well. "Patti, we tell you this every time we play, and every time you just do it again. Do you ever learn?"

She thought about it for a moment, lifting a finger to her lips and making a small humming sound. She still sat on top of Crona, who seemed to be out-cold. Poor bastard. "Nope! I guess not!" She burst into laughter, yanking the ball from Crona's hands and holding it into the air, waving it around like a prize.

Liz turned to me, her hands on still on her hips, staring flatly at her younger sister. "Why do we let her play again?"

I had to think about that for a moment. Why did we let her play? She tackled people despite being told not to. She seemed to have a certain fondness for crushing Crona, specifically. "I don't know." I wisely concluded, and watch Patti finally lift herself off of Crona, although she used his head to push herself up. She's certainly an odd one, but I don't know what I'd do without her.

After a few more passes, dribbles, shots,and fails, the score was still 0 to 0, and Maka had the ball. That was the guarantee we'd get a point. As much I hated to say it, she was truly awful at this game. However, she had a determined glint in her eye I had never seen before, and she held the ball in both hands, looking around. Black Star was guarding the net, and she was standing over half the court away. I could practically see her think, wondering her next move.

Suddenly, I a tight knot formed in my stomach, and I knew this was going to end badly. Seemingly fed up with having to spend time with her father, she threw the ball, straight for the basket. Black*Star jumped to intercept it, but she had calculated that, and the hard ball hit him straight in the face. Bouncing off of him, the ball hit the backboard and fell through the basket.

Unbelievable! When did she get good at this?

She grinned victoriously locking eyes with me for a moment, despite being yelled at by Black*Star. Somewhere behind me, Soul chuckled, and I had a feeling he was responsible for her drastic improvement. Helping a player from the other side? That disgusting traitor! But at the same time, I was happy to see Maka improving. I felt a little something like pride when she did well. "That's it Maka! You're going down!" Black*Star had his teeth clenched, his jaw in a hard line. But Maka laughed in his face.

"Sorry Black*Star, but you're going down. If I have to spend another afternoon with my father, I think I might puke."

(Meanwhile, Spirit, who had been watching via the mirror in the death room, huddled on the floor and sobbed. "She hates me! She really, really hates me!"

"Now, now, Spirit, I'm sure she didn't really mean it!" Father tried to calm him down, but he was failing quite miserably.)

And the game went on, Maka scoring every time she got her hands on the ball. It was hopeless, really. As the moon rose, the score was 7 to 8.

I was about to congratulate Maka on her success, when I realized. We lost. My team lost with seven points; and the wager was "The Usual". My eyes involuntarily widened, and I was frozen with fear. They were...going to move my paintings! The perfect, beautiful symmetry of my home was going to be ruined! It had taken me weeks to get those paintings just right!

"Kid, are you okay?" Liz waved her hand in front of my face, a worry all over hers. "Kiiiiid?"

My mind was spinning. This couldn't be possible! "Asymmetrical...garbage..." I coughed, blood splattering to the pavement. The last thing I heard was Maka yelling my name, when everything went black.

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I had a dream. A dream in which I was in my house, minding my own business, when I stroll into my bedroom, to find the number seven lying in my bed.

"Come on, Kid." the number is suddenly standing behind me, and whispers in my ear, "Join me."

"NO! There's absolutely no way you can be symmetrical! You're disgusting! You're garbage!" I turn around to hit the dreadful thing, but it's gone.

"Join me!" echos through the room, and I cover my ears with my hands, not wanting to hear anymore. "NOOOOOOOO!"

I wake up; finding myself bolting straight up in a medical bed, covered in cold sweat.

"A-are you okay?"

"Maka?" To my left, Maka is sitting next to me, looking at me worriedly. "I'm glad you're awake, Kid, but that was weird. You were talking in your sleep about symmetry and garbage. Have a bad dream?" She wrung her hands nervously, avoiding making eye contact with me.

"Uh, yeah. You could say that..." I paused, looking at her questioningly. Why was she so nervous? "Is something wrong, Maka?" My neck was stiff, and I tried my best to rub it away, wondering what my odd dream was about. Seven was a dreadful number indeed, but that was just odd. When suddenly, reality hit me like a freight train. "Oh no." The paintings. Seven was asymmetrical, similar to how my house was now.

"I'm sorry Kid! I-I.." She hesitated for a moment, as if she was unsure of what to say, choosing her words carefully. "I tried to talk them out of it, but..." She hesitated, and looked down at the floor. "Well...Your house might not be so symmetrical anymore."

I closed my eyes, and fell back, letting out a loud groan. Damn it. It was going to take me days to fix it, weeks even! But wait. Maka had tried to talk them out of it? Why? I turned my head to look at her. She looked so innocent, and apologetic at the same time. "You always take your punishment without a complaint. Why would you try and help me? I thought you'd be reveling in your victory."

"Well, it's my fault you lost, so I was just..." She fidgeted, not sure how to answer. "I know you hate things that are asymmetrical way more than I hate spending time with my father."

"It's fine, Maka. Really." No, it isn't fine. My beautiful symmetry... Ruined... "I'm not mad at you, or anything. I never could be."

"You don't look like it's fine. You're paler than usual and you look like you want to puke," She pointed out. A small, concerned frown covering her face, making her look like a child.

I gave her a small, flat stare. Well, thanks for that.

"but you aren't mad, really?" The frown faded, replaced by a relieved smile. She looked much better that way, in my opinion. A smile definitely suited her better.

"No, not at you." I was undeniably pissed off, but my anger was directed at Soul, Black*Star, and mostly myself. Why did I ever suggest moving my paintings as a consequence?

"Oh! But I still feel bad about it; I'll help you make them right again, if you want." She finally, finally looked at me with her shining green eyes. I'd never really appreciated them before, but now, locked with mine at such close proximity, they were stunning. The color of an emerald, shining in the sun. Wait. It took me a moment to realize what she had just said. I was so distracted by her, and the traits I had taken for had the kindness and selflessness I could only pretend I possessed. But, to help me? We were close friends, and we spent a lot of time together in the library and such; But she was willing to deal with me when my symmetry obsession would be that intense? Even Liz and Patti cleared out when that happened.

"Really? You would do that? For me?" I wanted to hug her, even if it was partly her fault for my situation, I didn't care. In all honesty, I had thought about Maka before, my feelings for her, and who she was. But until now, I had never really thought much of hers, or considered acting on my feelings, at least. I had made subtle gestures before, 'accidentally' touching her hand or offering to take her out to lunch. She had agreed, but we always went as friends. I never really tried to move forward past that, or even acknowledge the true intensity of the feeling before, on the assumption she didn't care much for me as anything more than a friend and partner; I thought she had eyes only for Soul. The way she was always by his side, sitting next to him, laughing with him.

But thinking about it more closely, she was angry with him most of the time, hit him with her book multiple times a day, and I had never seen any intimate gestures, like holding hands, between them. The same went for Soul. He mocked her constantly for her physical build, seemed uninterested in her problems and concerns, and seemed to flirt with other girls when she wasn't around. Soul wasn't her emotional crutch, she came to me for that. When she wanted advice, when she had a problem, when she wanted comfort, I was the one she leaned on. She could very well go to Tsubaki or my father, the former of which was one of her closest friends. Damn, I'm an idiot.

"Whenever you're feeling better, we can go."

Aaaand, that's it for the first chapter. I hope it wasn't too dreadful. (I have no idea how to play Basketball. Sorry for vagueness!)

So, back when I had no plot for this fic, I started and outline...and it didn't go very well Right now, half of it looked like this:

Enough fluff to choke a teddy bear

More random fluffy crap filler shit? I dunno. I like watermelon. I want something to be about watermelon! They should go to a watermelon festival as a date, or something! A watermelon festival would be the shit, though. If I started one, how many people would go...? (You have no idea how hard it is for me to not make a racist comment here.)

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Maybe they could, like, go on a mission together. To an island full of bunnies and rainbows, when a magical keshan unicorn stabs Kid in the face, and it's magical horn-power makes him really horny, so he's all like, "HEY BABY, I BET YOUR BOOBS ARE PERFECTLY SYMMETICAL!" or "Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT!" or something like that.

With that out of the way, naturally they bang all the time. This, however, leads to Maka getting a new type of disease, a REAST INFECTION. (A reaper yeast infection thingy. Ew.) that requires a very special thing to cure: Lord Death's tears. Desperately seeking the cure, she races to the death room, but Death can smell the REAST INFECTION from a mile away, and hides in the sewers of Death City because Maka wants to make him cry, and he's not okay with that.

With that plan failed, Maka and Kid set off on a quest to find Chuck Norris, who can roundhouse kick her crotch back to non-REASTyness and whatever.

That's not the real plot. I promise! The plot won't really take off until Chapter 5, because I didn't have one until then. So, chapters 1-4 will mostly be unimportant fluff.