A/N: This is set during episode 18 of Soul Eater. The spoken lines included are the translation from the episode I was watching (so I didn't make them up).
I don't own Soul Eater, nor the characters and setting.

"What's this, what's this?" I heard Liz asking the group approaching us, "Everyone got all dressed up!"

I wonder if it's true...

I thought, my thoughts dedicated to the problem of the Kishin,

Father wouldn't lie to me, would he? He would have no need... But why would something like this have been needed? Why here?

My emotions slipped into a descent with every word I thought.

"Kid-kun, what is it? You don't look too happy." The voice of an angel rung out, interrupting my thoughts, concern hanging onto every letter of the sentence.

The angel, Maka, was right in front of me. I let my eyes trail up her long, beautiful, perfectly symmetrical body. Happiness swelled within me, my original thoughts a mere memory.

So beautiful... So symmetrical... I love her so much. Her mind, her heart, her soul, her body... Everything. I want her for my own. Soul has no idea how lucky he is to have her as a partner. She's one of the best Shibusen has to offer. He has no idea just how lucky he is, especially since he lives with her. What I would give to be close to her every day, every night...

I beaded up with sweat, a small sigh escaping my lips.

"Sorry about that." I glanced into her green eyes,

They're so deep, so beautiful. They reflect her soul perfectly. I wonder how they'd sparkle in the throes of...

"I'm hungry." Black*Star complained from the side of Maka and me.

I tore my eyes away from the beauty that was Maka, to the slovenliness that was Black*Star. His jacket slipped off his right shoulder, making him even less symmetrical than before. I never understood how Tsubaki could stand being anywhere near something as asymmetrical as he. Appalled, I muttered,

"Such a slob."

I took a deep breath, and thanked the group for coming, but my thoughts were entirely on Maka. I had to concentrate on not slipping up and saying something that would indicate what my thoughts were about. I managed to get through the conversation without saying something wrong, of course.

We walked into Shibusen, ready to celebrate the opening. My thoughts returned to what Father had told me earlier, and I began to feel depressed and anxious once more.