"Oi, Tai, will you just sit still?"

"But you're so close! It's making me uncomfortable."

Kid sighed, just about ready to give up.

"Why do you have to be so fussy?"

"I'm not fussy; I just don't like being touched!"

It was true, Tai did have a natural fear of being touched, though what happened to be making her fidgety at this particular moment was the fact that it was Death the Kid so close to her. She's not afraid of him in the least, but her wavelength tends to go haywire whenever he's within 5 feet of her. Maybe partly because of the aphephobia, but definitely because it was him.

"Just relax, I'll be done in a few moments."

Because of Kid's obsession with symmetry and Tai's lack thereof, he had decided to make her some symmetrical clothing to wear. She didn't really own any clothing at all—after just being brought to Shibusen from a life of a loner, being only with her little sister—all she really owned was a torn black dress and some bandages. She needed the clothes, which is the only reason she agreed to have Kid make her some, but every moment with the stoic Shinigami was like electric shock therapy to her soul.

Tai sat on the edge of her small bed, on which she was short enough so that she could swing her feet a little—not too far or she'd kick Kid who was on his knees in front of her, deeply focused on his symmetry-making task. He, of course, was oblivious all of the little almost inappropriate touches that had slipped when he was working on her clothes—Tai, however, did not miss one. Everywhere those pale fingers touched seemed to spark lighting through her body- hopefully that was another affect of her phobia. And hopefully he thought her obviously insane wavelength was also because of the phobia.

"There, all done." Kid grinned, looking completely satisfied with his work. His smile then softened, and he took out two pieces of bright crimson ribbon from his pocket.

"Just one last finishing touch."

The little death god took one ribbon in his fingers, and used one hand to grasp a lock of Tai's hair on her left side.

There was the lighting again—Kid's soft hands brushed against Tai's cheek delicately as he tied the ribbon around the little bit of hair. She was completely positive that her face had taken a turn for the red.

Kid repeated his steps on the other side of her hair, making them tied perfectly even on both sides—it was almost incredible. Yet pretty much expected.

Once again, Kid smiled at his handywork.

"Perfect."

So are you…