Disclaimer: I do not own Soul eater. The only thing I have is the plot.

Maka and Death the Kid copyright to Ohkubo Atsushi

Maka stepped out of the swimming pool at casa el la morte, in other words; Death the Kid's completely symmetrical mansion.
They had all been invited over for a sleep over via the Thompson twins, Kid hadn't protested but requested they leave him alone until the evening because he was working, (on what they didn't know and to be honest; if it was such a secret thing they probably didn't want to, either).

The mansion had a heated indoor pool at the back with a glass roof and some carefully arranged potted palms, where they had hung out most of the day.
Soul was lounging on a deck chair, attempting to look 'cool' in the sun after going swimming for about three minutes at a time to preserve 'the wet look'. Black-Star was leaping off the top diving board in increasingly heath-and-safety concerning ways, whilst Tsubaki was relaxing on a Li-lo just out of splash range and dutifully clapping each time he jumped. Liz was sunning herself on a towel at the side and chatting to Soul and Patty (who was wrestling with an inflatable giraffe.)
Maka on the other hand had grown tired of the water, she was getting cold just swimming and tanning had never been a big thing for her. So she left them to it, grabbing a towel while she went in search of a jumper and her book.

She walked down the long hall to the room she had changed in, her towel thrown over one shoulder as she drip-dried, only pausing to say 'Hi!' to Death the kid as he passed to go down the stairs. He returned the greeting, flashing a symmetrical smile which left her knees in a jelly-like consistency.
Maka doesn't know when the feelings she has for Kid surfaced, but she's getting frustrated with them. It was practically impossible to hold a decent conversation with him any-more! And heaven forbid they make skin contact; his hands are deadly weapons that disrupted her calm, de-railed her train of thought and zapped her central nervous system with a million volts of electricity.

His hands weren't cold hands like Soul's always were, no matter the situation or what they had just been doing. In fact, Kid's hands were warm even in the coldest of weathers, (she happened to notice after that trip to the Arctic Circle, alright?! It was astonishing he didn't melt the damn snow when they were there). There were other things she had noticed too. Such as the fact she'd unconsciously seek his approval, or his attention like she was like a puppy following its beloved master, which was ridiculous! What was she? Some kind of masochist for wanting to talk to him, despite the pain in her heart wailing he didn't know she existed, beyond the fact her hair was symmetrical and she had soul perception capabilities?

But never mind, it was just a stupid crush and it would go away eventually. It was made all the more awkward on her part however, when one of the others made comments about how she and Soul would be together for life, which was annoying because while it was probably true on the partner side of things, she didn't like her love-life being planned for her thank you very much. It got worse when Soul didn't even protest after a certain point and got grumpy with her if she protested too much. If she heard one more comment about following her mom's footsteps she'll...

Maka sighed as she reached to unzip the back of her swimsuit; 'When did life get so complicated?'

Kid was mildly frustrated.
His work for Shibusen was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated, leaving him tired and irritable. He had hoped to spend time with his friends that afternoon, but he had to recheck every. Single. Figure. Before he could send the document to his father. Three quarters of the way done, he had decided a walk around the house and a drink for a short break would probably help him focus. He got up from his computer chair and headed downstairs, pausing to greet Maka briefly, running away before her damp figure could break his already over-taxed control. He wasn't a pervert you understand (he detested such beings,) and he wasn't your average teenage human either, but he was male and it made that little bit of a difference.

Two drinks of tap water later; one from each sink to make himself try and focus on other things rather than the way her swimsuit clung, he had forced himself to return to his study.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs however, he saw through the open door of Maka's chosen changing room, a sight that made him silently convulse. It was a completely innocent image, but it was the single most arousing thing he had ever seen in his life. Simply put, Maka's costume had a zip from the collar to just above the small of her back, which was undone. It wasn't revealing anything because the costume was still damp and therefore, stuck to her skin. Her back was revealed but nothing else, and somehow it's the slightly tanned expanse of skin that sets his heart doing the bossa nova in his chest.

Maka was still pondering the answer to her problems ten minutes later, as she reached into her suitcase that she had placed on a chest of drawers. Casting aside her usual knitted sweater in search of her long, pink zip-up hoodie (1), she pulled it out from the very bottom of the suitcase and holding it out in front of her checking it for creases, she was completely un-prepared at what happened next.

Feeling that sudden tingle that was a large part of her battle reflexes, the part of your brain that says: 'you are not alone!' She froze for a split second, tensing each of her muscles in preparation to do battle with some would-be kishin, when a pair of warm hands stopped her in her tracks. Scared to turn and face the latest horror she was at the total mercy of; Maka stayed stock still, whereupon an equally warm voice accompanied the hands either side of her spine.

"Well, this won't do." The second he said the very first letter she knew it was Kid. Which in turn made her relax and then stiffen all over again (for completely different reasons) at his hotter-than-normal breath ghosting over her bare shoulder blades as he spoke. Now that she isn't petrified by surprise, she can feel the unnatural warmth radiating from his body so close to hers, clad in his shirt and tie. Young Shinigami it seems, have a higher core temperature than that of humans, once of the reasons they are so resistant to illness. And at that particular moment in time, it was warming her right to her toes. His left hand is on her upper back, while the other has moved (leaving cold chills in its wake) to her zip.

"I will not stand to see someone usually so perfect," He continues, Maka is so very glad right now that he is behind her, and not in front where he could see the irritating dusting of pink across her cheek bones that just won't go away, no matter how many times she thinks; 'It's only Kid, he's like your brother. It's only kid, he's like your brother.' To herself. She's still slightly bent over the open suitcase, but she's now clutching the hoodie to her chest praying she won't do anything stupid like turn around and kiss him as Kid is slightly bent over her spine. The hand at her zip twitches, and she fights to keep herself from running away as he finishes his statement.

"Wear something so...Unsymmetrical." And then he does up her zip. And Maka thinks for a split second that that was the single most arousing thing she has ever experienced, before shoving the thought in a box labelled: DO NOT TOUCH. Plus, somehow she knows he has gone, because there's no heat behind her anymore and quite frankly she's grateful because she now needs to pull herself together. She lets one shiver slip through her guard before shoving on the sweater, grabbing her book and making the speediest retreat to the swimming pool as possible.

Because there was no way Kid liked her like that, right?

(1)- She wears in for the poster/chapter beginning page of chapter 43: the clown (middle part). They're all wearing what's on that front cover but I was lazy and decided not to try and describe them all.

Thanks for reading.

Saint, over and out.