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Liz sighed.
She deliberated praying to god for help, but, lamentably she had discovered that so-called "god" was a nut who, presumably, would not aid her in any way.
It also wasn't beneficial that Lord Death was Kid's father too.
In other words, she was foreordained. She made a mental note to leave all her prized possessions to Patti in her will. Except for the scissors, Patti would not get scissors...
She soon found herself pacing in front of his room, attempting in vain to muster what little courage she actually possessed in order to open the door.
Alright Liz, you got this. You're a Brooklyn Demon! This can't possibly be too hard for you! Her mind encouraged. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed in spite of her pep talk.
Here goes nothing... She knocked. Eight times of course, no need to agitate him more...
"Go away..."
Liz leaned her head on the cool, cherry wood of his door.
"C'mon Kid, let me come in."
She took his silence as her cue to walk in. She encountered him settled in the center of his bed.
"Can I help you?" He asked softly, refusing to look up.
"I came to talk to you." she answered.
"About?"
"...Earlier. I just wanna say that-"
"Want to." He corrected.
"Right. I want to apologise for what happened earlier."
"Right," Kid said with a smirk, challenging her to continue. "And what was that exactly?"
Liz grimaced and avoided Kid's eyes, he wasn't really going to make her say it out loud. She looked back at him and his eyes were boring into her, challenging her purpose in his room and daring her to mention the dreaded event.
"You know, that thing..." She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Kid sighed. Why did Liz come in here if she didn't come to talk? He thought, slowly letting his mind wander to the symmetry of Liz's pajamas, or rather the asymmetry (since Kid never saw what was under the covers and did not care to discuss a wardrobe requirement for nightclothes). His eye twitched at the sight of the asymmetrical hem of the blue nightgown. It didn't help that one strap resting on her slender cream-white shoulder, had slid farther down than the other. Kid's eyes began to get an opaque, filmy gleam that signaled the beginning of a symmetry rant, but he swallowed his urges to throw a fit in light of his ever steadfast pride.
"Look, I just came to say I'm sorry alright? If you're going to be a jerk about it then I'll just leave," she retorted as she turned to the door. Striding up to the door in a confident manner, Liz placed a firm hand on the door handle and gave it a sharp twist. Her eyes widened in surprise when she realized that the door handle wasn't turning to release the rectangular lock from its confinements.
"Kid...there's something wrong with your door..." Liz exclaimed in a feverish manner.
Kid suppressed a light chuckle, Liz's expression was quite comical what with her wide doe-like eyes and round o-shaped mouth. "I'm sure you're just turning it wrong," he replied as he sauntered over to the door, subtly glancing at the clock and discovering that the lock was not, in fact being turned wrong. He did walk up the the door and turn the knob despite that fact, but that was because Kid had always had fun toying with Liz's emotions; it was a wonder that she hadn't figured out his fathers insane safety precautions, having lived here for a number of years. Yes, his father had made some alterations after the incident. Liz, unaware of the incident, was slowly beginning to panic in her very own, Elizabeth Thompson fashion.
"Kid...KID! Kid we're locked in. WE'RE LOCKED IN AND WE'RE NEVER GETTING OUT. We'll have to ration your symmetrical sweet stash, and when the time comes-" Liz faltered, tears bubbling out of her eyes. "You can take me! Fry up my body on your little white stove over in the corner and tell Patti I love her! We're gonna die...!"
It was then that Kid decided to, very politely of course in a somewhat refined manner, slap his hand over her mouth.
"We're fine Liz, don't worry so much." He quipped.
Liz's eyes widened even more (if that was even possible) at the feeling of Kid's smooth, habitually moisturized hands resting over her mouth. Her heart skipped a very necessary and crucial beat and began to speed up at a faster, more intense rate. She was by no means calm. Attempting and failing to ignore the rush of pink that was slowly creeping up her face, she smacked his hand away in an effort to calm the pounding in her chest.
Kid looked at her quizzically, oblivious to the prominent effect that he was having on her. His look of confusion slowly turned to a look of pity as he realized that Liz was not calming down, but rather climaxing in her temper tantrum. As her sapphire blue orbs filled to the brim with glistening beads of water, he began to slightly panic himself, having no idea how to comfort a girl. He sighed and patted her shoulder awkwardly.
"There there," he muttered stiffly. "We'll get out of this."
Though Liz was still significantly upset, she stifled a slight giggle at the sight of Kid attempting to comfort her. His awkward movements and ferociously determined face were so unlike him. Her little laugh heightened the pink hue in her cheeks and, at the realization that Liz was blushing, a metaphorical paintbrush began to paint Kid's cheeks a signature strawberry red. He cleared his throat and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What was she laughing at? He gasped, was something about him asymmetrical? He quickly gave his outfit a once over and breathed a sigh of relief when all of the buttons were perfectly aligned in their assigned buttonholes, the wrinkles absent in light of the copious ironing, and each sleeve resting at a three quarter length on his arm. He thought that all was well until he noticed a single long blonde hair that was snagged on the corner of his left sleeve.
Liz glanced at him curiously, "What are you doing?" Kid's eyes widened in horror and his jaw dropped as he stared down into an abyss of hell. There was a sharp intake of breath and through gritted teeth he spoke.
"Get. It. Off." Liz knew that voice. That was the voice of Kid using all of his self control to abstain from having another freak out. She let out an inward sigh as the tables had, metaphorically, turned. Now she was the one that had to comfort Kid when, just a moment ago, she was the comfortee...no, comforted...oh, she didn't know. Well, she was accustomed to performing a motherly role around the house, what with Patti needing a parental figure in her life.
"Calm down Kid," she murmured softly as she took the hair off his sleeve. "There see? It's gone now..." Kid left out a relieved sigh and the tension in his shoulders disappeared. He removed a polished set of tweezers from his pocket and oh so carefully plucked the blonde hair from Liz's fingers. As if carrying a pack of explosives, he dropped the distasteful strand of hair into an incinerator in the corner of the room.
He swiveled around to face Liz and discovered that she had moved an insurmountable amount closer to him. In fact, their faces were quite dangerously close and a piece of pale blonde hair brushed against his face, touching his lips. He gently brushed it away from her face and noticed a single tear streaking down Liz's tender face amongst the small clusters of freckles. He knew what that tear meant; he was not prepared for yet another of Liz's freak outs. While the Thompson sisters knew how to calm his erratic fits, he never was able to get a handle on theirs. He opened his mouth but the words of comfort never left his parted lips...instead something much...much worse decided to escape.
"You're eyes sure do get red when you cry," Kid blurted out in an uncharacteristically rash manner. Realizing his grievous error, Kid tried to remedy his unadvised comment. "N-not that red l-looks b-b-bad on you-u," Kid stammered, "it actually suits you! Compliments your eye color, I mean, red goes with blue and your eyes are blue, well not exactly blue, more like a light aqua color but-"
"Just stop, Kid," Liz cut him off, with a short and curt sentence. She was obviously a little upset over Kid's comment, but was trying not to portray it in her facial features for the sole purpose of shutting him up. He suppressed a groan seeing through her facade, if only he had learned earlier to keep his mouth shut.
Both Liz and Kid were plunged into the ever-so-avoided awkward silence. Their eyes were flitting around the room like little gnats in a frenzy and they looked bashfully await whenever their gazes collided. Sadly the two never used their common sense to take a few steps from each other and ease the tension.
Suddenly, Liz had a moment of clarity. What are we doing standing around here when the doors have quarantined us to this room? Should we begin discussing escape strategies and rationing requirements? She wondered, turning her head to look at Kid for the first time in what felt like hours, but had only been about fifteen minutes. To her surprise his gaze was intensely focused on her as if he had been staring in her direction for quite a while.
Liz smirked. "Enjoying the view Kid?"
He attempted to shift his gaze as if he was staring at a poster on the wall behind her, but Liz still managed to catch a glimpse of red blooming on his cheeks.
"Oh..." Kid began, "what beautiful symmetry, on the poster...over there...on the wall...yes such perfect symmetry..." He awkwardly attempted to remedy his mistake, but it was way too late for any sort of correction. He could already see Liz's smart and sarcastic attitude coming back to taunt him for his "attentiveness".
"Symmetry? Really Kid?" She crossed her arms and gave him a look of disbelief. "You're just that bad of a liar aren't you? Using symmetry as a cop-out line again?"
Kid's blush turned an even darker shade of red and it was beginning to look like someone who was inexperienced with makeup had brushed dark red blush onto him that did not match his skin tone. Liz snickered as this thought sprung into her mind. Now all he needs is some pretty red lipstick and he'll be all set! She maliciously imagined herself running into her purse and pulling out her signature ruby red, but she wasn't an evil person. Cruel, yes from time to time she was, evil no, never evil. Maybe she could bend her moral code just a miniscule amount, she pondered, gaining a sinister grin – much like the kind that frequented Patti's face.
In light of the grin on Liz's usually calm and unchanging face, Kid began to slowly inch towards the wall, shutting his eyes tightly as if that would disguise him further. However, what Kid didn't realize was that he was inching in the direction of Liz's green, rattlesnake, designer handbag – the very handbag that contained the notorious lipstick. Liz's cerulean eyes darted between Kid and the handbag several times and Kid – oblivious to her gaze – continued slowly backing up until he hit the wall between a table and his small, in-room stove. Kid had cornered himself. It was only upon complete coincidence that he ended up in between a two solid, immovable objects, but it gave Liz a chance to sprint to the chair that her handbag was sitting on (conveniently by the table Kid was sandwiched next to), snatch her ruby red lipstick, and position herself right in front of Kid's singular exit. Grinning triumphantly, she placed her hands on her hips and magnanimously paused for Kid to raise his eyelids.
Now, Kid was frightened terribly of the look he saw on Liz's face earlier, be it so shockingly similar to Patti's face when she was demolishing something, usually a living creature. Once he realized that he had been backed into a corner, rather than opening his eyes, he began to blindly feel the space around him on all sides, cautiously waving his arms and expecting to hit something at any moment. Oh, and Kid did hit something. His fingers grazed something that a young and respectable Shinigami like him should never EVER graze. Opening his eyes out of shock, he stared into the eyes of one, very belligerent, Liz. A Liz who was shielding her Northern area as if someone was shooting bullets at her. Her eyes gleamed with fiery rage and Kid's blush – that was finally beginning to fade – turned deeper than it ever had before, almost identical to the tone of the lipstick Liz had intended to smear on him.
Liz was more mortified than embarrassed and was unable to do much but stand with her arms crossed over her chest, almost to the point that they were beginning to constrict her. In fact, the tops of her arms were starting to turn a light shade of blue, and her fingers created red streak marks from digging into her skin. Liz would most likely get finger shaped bruises on her arms in the near future, but in this particular moment, she was in a torpid, numb state. She hadn't even received her first kiss and yet Kid was already at second base with her!
Intent on changing the subject, and on distracting Liz from his most recent failure, Kid grabbed her shoulders firmly and pulled her towards him. There were only a few inches between them now.
"K-k-kid!" She blubbered, her former anger melting into shock. Her knees turned to jelly so she leaned on him for support, only bringing the two of them closer.
"Stay still." His eyebrows furrowed into a deep concentration. Kid's left hand grazed her neck as he cupped her angelic face and her big sapphire eyes stared up at him in wonderment. Paralyzed, Liz did as he said, her heartbeat growing steadily faster and much, much louder. With a shaky intake of breath, Kid slowly leaned in towards her parted lips.