This story is from Death the Kid's point of view.

Enjoy :3

Chapter One

I arranged the food on my plate, perfectly and symmetrically. I saw Maka sitting at a table across the cafeteria, and walked over to her, carefully holding my tray in my hand.

"Hello, Maka," I said. Maka looked up from the book she was reading.

"Hey Kid," she said, "Are you joining us for lunch?"

"Us?"

Suddenly I noticed someone hiding behind Maka.

"Pardon me," I said, "I didn't notice you sitting there . . ."

The person peeked out from behind Maka, clutching onto her arm. Choppy pink hair fell over black eyes and a pale face. I felt my mind cloud over in confusion and anger. I liked everything to fall into their place, neat and symmetrical. But I couldn't tell whether this was a boy or a girl, or why anyone would wear their hair in such a disgusting manner.

"Who is this?" I demanded, trying not to slam my lunch tray on the table as I sat down.

"This is Crona," she said, "He's a new student."

"This is a boy?"

"Kid." Maka's green eyes flashed. "Don't be rude."

I sighed heavily and put my face in my hands. "And my day was going so well," I moaned.

Maka leaned forward and hissed at me, "What's the matter with you? You're not normally this OCD."

I gripped at my hair, bringing my head to my knees. It was no use. Crona's hair was like a trigger; I couldn't stop myself from noticing all the unsymmetrical things in the room.

Those chairs are uneven. There's more trays stacked on the left than on the right. The napkins are all folded differently. Why are there only four kids in one line and seven in the other?

I started mumbling my thoughts under my breath. Suddenly I felt the spine of a book slamming into my skull.

"Ow!"

"You're making Crona uncomfortable!" said Maka, book in hand.

"But it's so disgusting!"

The words flew out of my mouth before I had the chance to think them through. I looked at Crona. His dark eyes were wide in a faint sort of shock.

"I - I'm sorry," he said, barely above a whisper.

I felt a twinge of guilt. I coughed into my hand, feeling more than awkward. "I should be the one apologizing," I said, "That was ill-mannered of me."

Crona's head was bowed into a defeated position. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm disgusting -"

"No," I said, "I didn't mean it like that -"

"I'm disgusting, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -"

"You're not -"

Words were spewing out of his mouth, seemingly uncontrollably. It painfully reminded me about myself, about how I broke down every time I couldn't get something right.

Suddenly, something erupted from Crona's back. I yelped and nearly fell out of my seat. The black little creature hit Crona on the side of his head. "Hey, shut up!" it screeched, "You're giving me a headache!"

"Hold on a second," I said, "This guy is the demon sword?"

"Yes," said Maka, irritated, "And if you hadn't started acting out, you would've known that already."

I saw Crona starting to tear up. "Stop that!" I commanded. The creature turned to me.

"Like hell I will!" it said. "This kid needs a good beating!"

"Cut it out!," said Maka, trying to yank its hands away from Crona's ears, which were being pulled in opposite directions.

"Get off me, you skank!" it said.

"Her name is Maka!" said Crona, "Stop hurting me, Ragnarok!"

"Then give me your food, dumbass," said Ragnarok. Crona whimpered and held his tray up to his shoulder. Ragnarok grabbed the food with his tongue and swallowed it whole. He grinned and cackled before disappearing back into Crona's back.

Maka wiped the tear sliding down Crona's cheek. "I'm so sorry, Crona," she said, patting his back comfortingly.

"What am I going to do?" said Crona, "I'm so hungry and I can't get any skinnier . . . I don't know how to deal with it . . ."

"I only have these carrot sticks left," said Maka, "But you can have them."

"Here." I slid my tray over to him. "Have this," I said. Crona stared at me.

"But what are you going to eat . . .?"

"This is my apology," I said, "For being so impolite earlier."

"B-But . . . aren't you hungry -?"

"I'm fine," I said, standing up. "And it would be rude to not accept."

"I don't know how to take food from a stranger," said Crona.

"I'm Death the Kid," I said, "And now we know each other. We can be friends."

"I see," murmured Crona, a light blush on his face. "Thank you, Kid."

I allowed my lips to turn up in a brief smile. "I'm heading for the library," I said. "I'll see you later, Maka, Crona."

Maka smiled and waved at me. I saw Crona's lips move in a silent goodbye before I turned and left for the library, my stomach already starting to growl.