"Father! H-How could you?" Death the Kid yelled. "I will not allow
some stranger to contaminate my beautiful perfectly symmetrical home!"
He broke into streams of tears as he imagined the utterless horror of
someone making his picture frames uneven, the plates not stacked
according to his liking, or even the toilet paper not folded into a
neat triangle.
"Kid, stop over exaggerating." Shinigami-sama sighed. "Ayame needs a
place to stay while she attends the academy. I doubt she'll create a
mess of things in your house. Though, I don't think she'll keep that
toilet paper thing up." He sweatdropped, trying to think of a reason
why he can't just leave it in a square. Kid squirmed in his seat, still
not used to the idea. "I'll bring her in so you can introduce each
other." Shinigami-sama took a sip of his coffee before standing up,
facing the long hallway. "She's very pretty, son." With that, he left
his office.
He blushed slightly at his father's last statement. 'Why did he say
that? I hope he's not suggesting that... I need a girlfriend! Urgh,
damn you father and your incessant doubtfulness!' His mind rambled on
and on about the reasons why his father said what he said. But when he
really thought about it, he's never really fallen in love before. And
no, it doesn't count when it comes to his OCPD. He had no idea how it
felt like, how it would affect him, or what to do.
Kid tightened his hands into fists out of confusion and curiousity.
"Son." Shinigami-sama called. "I'd like you to meet our new student."
He stood and looked up, only to see an angel in his very presence.
She.
Was.
Beautiful.
The girl tilted her head and gave him a genuine happy smile. "Hiya!"
She stepped in front of Kid, her hand stuck out for him to shake. "My
name's Ayame Marcello, nice to meet ya!"
He shyly shook her hand, his knees slightly shaking. 'Dammit, stop
shaking!'
The reason why he was so nervous?
She was beautifully symmetrical.
Ayame had straight jet black hair (bangs parted to the right), slightly
tan skin that was soft and smooth to the touch. She was wearing a black
and white striped spagetti strapped shirt with a red elbow length
cardigan, a red half-thigh ruffled mini skirt, with white knee high
socks and black and white high top converse. She had a red black-laced
French choker with a silver heart dangling in the middle. She also had
a loose black barret hanging on the back side of her head that had a
white bow on the left side. Her dazzling sea blue and midnight purple
eyes sparkled behind thin black prescription glasses.
'W-Wow...' Kid thought, mesmirized by the very girl that stood in front
of him.
Ayame noticed he was staring, and was still holding onto her hand. "You
okay there?"
He caught himself staring and quickly regained his cool composure. "I'm
sorry. Yes, I'm okay." He gave a small smile towards her as he
introduced himself. "I'm Death the Kid, pleasure to meet you,
Marcello-san."
"Dude, don't bother with the honorifics. Just call me Ayame, m'kay?"
she grinned a little goofy grin.
He blushed slightly at the request, but nodded. "Okay." Kid examined
her. "I suppose by your outfit, that you're French?"
"Correction: half French. I'm also half Japanese. But wi, I'm French,
Monsier Kid."
"Ah, I see." He nodded again. 'She just gets better and better!' He
exclaimed in his head. That's it. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He
threw himself to her feet, practically kissing them. "I am not worthy
to be in the presence of such... Such beauty! Such perfection!"
Ayame sweatdropped, as did his father. "Uhm, is Kid always like this?"
She pointed to the weeping boy, who in fact was completely at her mercy.
"Only when he sees something symmetrical. Based on his actions, you're
perfectly symmetrical." Shinigami-sama explained.
'Oi.' She sighed.