Unsymmetrical love p2.

The Date.

This chapter is entirely dedicated to Chrona and Kid moe entirely cute fluff and stuff like what you put in a plush toy… with some of my own perversion tossed in there. For those who want it things will get a little hotter later.

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"Why are you getting all dressed up?"

The almost ear splittingly high voice filled the otherwise quiet room. Chrona was more then used to it and paid it little mind while she pulled the shirt over her head. She wasn't used to… what did Maka call it? A T-shirt… why was it a letter? Ah well, didn't make it any easier to find where your head went. It's true, the room was supplied with a mirror… but she didn't want to look at herself, she had little enough self confidence as it is.

"Hey!" of course as soon as she navigated the new form of clothing her partner grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard. "You answer when I talk to you bitch!"

"A-alright, j-just let go! Maka said y-you have to dress nice for a date, she got these clothes for me."

"What's a date?"

"…I-I'm not sure… maybe it's the place we're going…"

"Why don't I get to dress you?" he demanded, angry all over again.

"You don't wear clothes, Ragnarok…"

The little figured pouted, crossing his tiny arms and resting on her head. "Why do we have to go to a date? And with that stuffy little shinigami? I don't like him and he doesn't like us."

Chrona paused, these pants Maka gave her had a zipper and buttons, she wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do first. "Shinigami-kun is very polite… but your right… he doesn't like us, which mean we won't be here much longer…"

Ironically for once he was quiet, leaving the room was deathly quiet and she felt uncomfortable until he finally spoke up again.

"…Hey Chrona?"

"Yeah?"

"…Medusa-sama is gone…Where are we going to go after this place?"

She couldn't remember ever hearing worry in his voice, it settled down in her stomach like a brick.

"… I don't know."

-- Symmetry --

Kid sighed, wondering how he ended up walking the streets with the same sword wielder that he had watched cleave an entire ship in twain. None the less there she was, eyes settled on her feet as they walked the stone streets of Death City. How was he supposed to give her a tour if she couldn't even raise her gaze from the ground?

"Chrona… you're not going to see anything like that."

She looked up at him for a moment but quickly returned to watching her shoes, as if they had suddenly become very interesting. "… There are a lot of people out here… I should have stayed in the room."

"They're not going to hurt you." This wasn't going to be easy, why couldn't Maka at least come with them, she knew how to deal with her depression. What was he supposed to say?

"I-I know… b-but they're looking at me…"

"Not any more than anyone else, I'm sure. If so, it's only because you look nice today." And she did. He honestly hadn't expected her to dress differently, probably because he hadn't seen her wear anything besides that thread bare dress she always wore. Even her casual clothes were rather Victorian, the shirt she wore had a white lining and high neck line like her other, but with shorter, puffier sleeves. She even wore pants, dark wash jeans; he would have never known that under that dress she had rather nice legs for someone so thin. It wasn't that he would act on any thoughts like that, he wasn't some hormone crazed teenage boy, but still. At least all the articles were symmetrical; she never had bad taste in dress… just hair apparently.

Pale eyes looked up at him curiously, apparently she wasn't used to compliments yet, and a dark pink flooded her cheeks before she looked down again. Smiling to himself he though it was somewhat cute and would leave the subject alone until she became more comfortable with it.

"I thought we'd take a bus to the center of the city."

"What's a-" before she could finish her question, said bus pulled up along the side walk, he stepped in but paused when the girl didn't follow.

"What's wrong."

She shifted from one foot to another. "I-I've seen these things but I've never been in one… is it going to eat us."

He sighed again, this was going to be a long day. "No, it's safe," holding out a hand for her to take he tried to hurry things along, they were holding up the other riders. "Come on."

Chrona hesitated a moment more before putting a shaking hand in his and following him into the sliding doors. He had to lead her by hand to their seats, it was like taking a child on a field trip. When they were settling and they finally started moving her eyes were glued in amazement to the window.

"I-It's going so fast…"

"Cars usually do that." He wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, as now, sitting at her side; he was too engrossed with the realization that her already uneven hair had one rather long strand of lavender hanging off to the left. It was terribly annoying. Reaching up he casually brushed it behind her ear, but the simple action made her jump in her seat and turn to him, eyes wide.

"Your hair was asymmetrical, I was just fixing it."

"I-I… um-… o-okay…" her gaze dropped down again, but a hand reached up hesitantly to where he had touched her. It seemed he would have to tread lightly not only with speech but with contact.

"I'm sorry, I made you uncomfortable."

"N-no!" she piped, "I-I'm just… not used to being touched without… being hurt."

An arrow of pity shot through his heart, though he tried to drown the pain with memories of their earlier encounters, it did little good. "I won't hurt you Chrona…"

There was a moment of silence, then a soft whisper of "I know…" and she resumed staring out the window, face a slight pink again.

Yes it was going to be a long day… but perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

-- Symmetry --

When they got into the city, the shinigami lead her around, spouting hundreds of years of history about every landmark and the great things his father had done to create this and that. For the most part Chrona ignored him, letting him talk to his heart's content. She really didn't understand much of it anyway. She did watch him though, keeping her eyes on him helped her to keep dozens of people around them far from her mind. Besides, it was fun to watch him gesture with so much pride on his face. She felt like applauding just for the funny little show he was giving her.

The city itself was very tall, but not as intimidating as she thought it would be. All of the buildings seem to have the same kind of friendly, playful demeanor Shinigami-sama had, like his soul was radiating everywhere. She almost felt comfortable.

"Are you getting hungry?"

She looked up, breaking away from her own thoughts. "Huh?"

"I asked if you were hungry, there's an ice-cream stand over there and it's getting close to noon."

She blinked, that combination of words didn't make sense. "What's an iced cream?"

"Ice-cream, it's a food. Wait here, I'll be right back." Chrona stood there, shifting uncomfortably, she didn't like being alone in a place like this, everyone was looking at her again and she clutched tightly at her arm.

After almost a minute passed Ragnarok popped out of her back, pounding his mini fists on top of her head, "That bastard! He abandoned us! I say we take all the souls here as punishment!"

"R-Ragnarok, w-we're not supposed to do that!"

"Do what?"

They both turned to see the young shinigami standing behind them, three cones with a colorful substance sitting in it, one white, one brown, one pink.

"N-nothing, shinigami-kun." She shuddered as he handed her the pink thing; she gave it a hard stare while he handed the brown one up to Ragnarok.

"This stuff is food?" the weapon objected.

"Yes, I promise you." He rolled his eyes.

Chrona bit into the substance and shot away, cringing, "Its cold!"

"You're supposed lick it, not bite it!"

Ragnarok stuck out his tongue and placed the cone on it before swallowing it whole. Chrona could see the disgust in the Shinigami's horrified face. "Hey, that is pretty good, stripe boy."

She looked down at her own cone and gave it a lick, he was right for once, it was pretty good, but it was dripping down her hand. When she leaned down to lick it up Ragnarok leaned down and swallowed hers before she could even get back up to notice.

"Ragnarok!" Kid growled at the weapon, who only laughed and slipped back inside her. Chrona finally saw what he had done and pouted, but didn't say anything.

"Chrona! You can't let him do something like that to you and just leave it."

"He does things like that all the time… I'm used to it."

The boy sighed, "That's terrible, here." He handed her the cone in his hand, all she could do was blink.

"B-but that's yours."

"You've never had ice-cream before and I'm not that hungry. Go ahead."

There were a few more moments of hesitation before she finally took the offer, eyes back on the ground. "T-thank you…"

They continued on their trek through the city. The ice-cream was better than anything she could remember Medusa giving her… but it melted quicker then she could eat it. By the time she was finished she had to lick it off her hand.

"So you see," The shinigami continued his history of the city's lay out he turned to her, "Even after four hundred years this…" she looked up curiously as his voice faded out, this time his face was slowly turning a dark shade of red before he turned away again. Before she could ask what was wrong he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it out to her.

"C-clean yourself up… please."

She blinked, licking some of the left over substance from one of her fingers. "Did I do something wrong?"

That just seem to make him all the more nervous and he began cleaning her hand and face himself, Chrona didn't object but was no less confused then before. "I-It looks inappropriate, alright… don't do that in public, people are going to get the wrong idea about you…"

Though she didn't understand she felt strange warm feeling in her chest that he would keep her from embarrassing herself. When he was finished she gave him a shy smile, making him the one who seemed confused.

"W-what's wrong with my face?"

"I-It just… the ice-cream looks like something else alright… You don't need to know."

"Oh…Thank you…" she mumbled softly.

"It's nothing…" he paused for a moment, a hand on either side of his face, checking to makes sure it was perfect, probably.

"N-n-no… for everything… taking me out today and the ice-cream… I know you don't like me, it must be such a burden for you…"

A faint sigh slipped from his lips, she could see pity in his golden eyes, like the way Maka looked at her. "Don't say things like that. It's not that I don't like you Chrona, I don't even know you yet… I don't like the people you came from."

She nodded, "I don't either."

That got a small chuckle out of him and those sharp eyes became soft, for the first time since she had met him, he seemed almost unaware of it but it made her heart thump hard in her chest. He lingered there, his hands casually resting on her face, the heat unknowingly radiating onto her skin and giving her goose bumps on her arms. For a moment something seemed to pass over his gaze and the distance between them lessened for a moment, his face nearing hers, but then it became sharp yet again and he released her, backing away as quickly as he could. Even his pace seemed quicker as he continued onward.

She paused before following, unsure of what he had been trying to do… but oddly she wished he had finished it.

-- Symmetry --

Death the Kid watched the sun set and slowly transform the passing city into a silhouette as the bus bounced pass. It had been a long day, he could feel it in his tired feet, and see it in his traveling companion who had nodded off in the seat next to him. Against his better judgment his gaze fell on her sleeping face, it was the only time he had seen it reading anything but sadness, even when she smiled she seemed somber. Now with her mouth slightly open she seemed at peace, probably too tired to have nightmares.

With a sigh he wondered how he had ever feared such a fragile person, it was amazing how madness had masked her true soul. She didn't need to be feared, she needed guidance, like a lost child who had thrown a tantrum and now needed comfort more than anything. His father had been right, she should be in their school, lead down the right path.

Reaching over he brushed the long lock of hair behind her ear again where it had escaped while she slept. At that moment the bus hit a rather large bump and the small action caused Chrona to slide in the leather seat, landing against his shoulder. She stirred for a moment, then relaxed, unfazed by the change in position, but the boy was not so lucky.

Kid's face flushed at the sudden contact but he was afraid to wake her, lest he wake Ragnarok as well and put her through more torture. He could feel the eyes of the other passengers, some from the school who knew who he was, center on him, and the giggles of some girls tickled his ears. Looking down in vain at the sleeping form, as if somehow he could will her to the other side, he tried not to pay attention to how surprisingly soft she was for someone so thin…

Thankfully the bus stopped soon, sending the former demon sword wielder forward, waking her up with a few blinks and a small yawn, never even aware she had caused him such discomfort.

He walked her back to her guest room, she stuttered that it wasn't necessary but he insisted. The halls were silent except for their footsteps. It was making them both uncomfortable but he wasn't sure how to word what he wanted to say.

Surprisingly, Chrona spoke first.

"S-shinigami-kun?…Will I get to visit Maka?"

"Excuse me?"

"I-I know… I know you want me to leave, a-and that's alright… I'll just disappear somewhere and I won't take souls or do anything bad, I promise… b-but can I come back to visit Maka sometimes? Please?"

"Chrona-"

"I-I-I don't want to make her sad!"

"You're not going anywhere…" he hesitated, even though he was trying to console her, the curious, wide blue eyes that stared up at him were rather cute… he let them stay confused for a moment longer before continuing. "I was wrong… now that I know better you I can see why my father trusts you… you will be a good addition to Shibusen."

Perhaps the only thing more adorable then her confused stare was the way her entire face lit up, it was the first time her smile wasn't brought down by depression. "R-really?! I-I-I can stay here with Maka? I don't have to go away?"

"If you like it here then-" his sentence fell short when she suddenly embraced him, whatever he was going to say got sucked down the back of his throat and made him cough. The heat from when she slept on him on the bus returned with vengeance and he thought for a movement he might lose all feeling in his legs and collapse, but the thought of what an awkward position that would leave them in helped him hang on to his senses.

Luckily Chrona was just as surprised with her actions as he was a quickly released him, her own face a dark shade of crimson. Immediately she began stuttering an apology.

"I-I-I'm S-sorry! I-I didn't mean-don't-don't get mad a-a-at me!"

Just as fast he held up his hands in defense from the barrage. "Its fine, Chrona, its fine… you don't have to apologize."

Shy eyes shot to the ground, refusing to show their shame to the young shinigami, responding only with a small nod. Kid had to hold back a chuckle, "You know Chrona, you don't have to be so shy, no one here is going to hurt you."

All that got him was another nod, she still couldn't seem to look at him. As gently as he could manage, so she wouldn't frighten away at once, he placed a hand on her chin and brought that downward gaze up to his own, the color in her cheeks burned darker but she didn't look away. For a while he just watched her pale blue eyes shoot away, then back to his, until his own grazed trailed down to the thin lips she was nervously gnawing at. It was the first time they caught his attention, before he had refused such an idea, blinding himself with his predigest, but now they seemed very appealing…

"Chrona?"

She made a noise that sounded something like a squeaky toy, he chuckled softly.

"Would it be too much for you if I asked for a kiss?"

The question didn't have the response he had though it would, but what she said afterwards didn't surprise him at all.

"A kiss? What's that? Some kind of food? I don't have any food in my room, Ragnarok would have eaten it anyway."

He laughed again, which only added to her confusion, "No, no, it's not a food, its… well…" placing a hand on either side of her face, cupping her cheeks in his palms. "Perhaps this is a better explanation… I apologize for this in advance…"

All of Chrona's confusion melted into shock when she felt the soft pressure of his lips just lightly grazing hers. Her body stiffened, the heat radiating from his hands on her face making her shiver slightly. The calm demeanor and gentle caresses of his thumbs on his cheek eventually allowed her to relax into the unfamiliar feeling of affection that fogged her thoughts and made her wide eyes gently fluttered shut.

When he released her from their soft embrace she leaned forward, not wishing it to end so soon. She shuddered when the warm tips of his fingers graced her ear when he brushed her hair behind it again. When she tried to speak it was weaker than usual but it seemed important, almost as if talking would keep him there longer.

"…T… T-that was a kiss?"

He nodded with a smile. "That was a kiss."

"… I-I think I like them…"