*Soul's POV*

Today was just another normal afternoon at the DWMA for the fellow weapons and meisters. The sun shining brightly in the sky, giving everyone a creepy glare and laughing at them. Class was dismissed for the day with the final bell. Everyone flooded out the doors, and conversed with their fellow companions in the process. I, however, just calmly walked outside alone, not giving a care in the world about anything.

"Soul! Over here!" I could hear the sound of Maka shouting at me in the distance.

I scanned for the sound's source and eventually saw Maka waving at me, smiling and waving, while standing next to our other friends Liz, Patty, Kid, Tsubaki, and Black Star. I could hear Kid arguing with his two weapons about something not being symmetrical. Black Star was ranting to Tsubaki about some fight he won the other day, when in reality, he was the one who got beat to a pulp. I obediently walked towards the group, and smiled a little. As soon as I was in their crowd, the group continued their conversing, only involving me in it.

"Hey Soul. Did you hear about that fight I had the other day? I sure beat that guy to a pulp, didn't I!" Black Star boasted.

"Oh yeah, you sure gave the guy quite a pounding." I didn't want to rain on his parade. I chuckled a little and ruffled Black Star's hair smirking, as if he were a younger sibling to Soul.

Me and the and the gang were talking and laughing, like normal friends would do. While I was laughing at something Black Star said, I looked away from the group, daydreaming about what the transfer student's name might be. What would it be? I thought. Jane? Yuka? Mary? Emi? Well I'm just going to have to find out. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar face. I turned my head around to see a full view of the figure. She had long, white hair that was tied up in two pigtails that went all the way down to her knees. She had a pink rose in her hair, attached to one of the pigtails. Her eyes were a bright shade of purple that would be considered a dark lavender, and almost pale skin with blush in her cheeks. Pretty, but not my type. She was wearing the normal school uniform and was walking and talking to what appears to be Crona. Ugh, Kid's stupid ex. I forgot why Kid even dumped him in the first place. Crona is pretty symmetrical, but I'm sure he had his reasons. That girl looks awfully familiar. I swear I've seen her before...somewhere. I suddenly remembered, thinking back to that picture Maka showed me last night. THAT'S THE TRANSFER STUDENT!

I ran towards her, not caring about my friends' reaction to me suddenly running away. I slowed down to a walking pace once I got close enough, so I wouldn't scare the new student. Act and look as casual as possible. The student stopped walking, and interrupted her conversation with Crona, looking at me strangely. Do I have something on my face? She changed her expression to a shy look, as if her previous expression didn't exist.

"Talk to you later." Crona shyly goodbyed.

"Yeah, see ya Crona." Crona speedily walked away, as if he wanted nothing to do with me. That's pretty understandable, since I don't want anything to do with him as well.

"C-can I help you with something?" She asked in the most polite way possible.

"You're the new transfer student, right?"

"Yeah...?"

Was she trembling? What's up with this girl? She would've introduced herself by now. I guess I'll have to give her the hint. "Well…?" My foot was tapping.

"What? Was I supposed to say something?"

"Yeah, your name perhaps. You are gonna be living in my-I mean our apartment, so you might as well tell me your name." I remembered that Maka lived with me.

"Oh! A thousand apologies, sir!" She bowed while saying this. "My name is Symmi Iwasaki. I look forward to staying in your apartment."

"No need to act so formal. And my name's Soul Eater Evans by the way. But you can just call me Soul."

"Oh okay uh...Soul."

"So have you ever been to Death City before?"

"Yes, once. I was a kid then, and was only there for a couple days. So I barely remember it."

"Hmph. Well do you know where the apartment is?"

"Yeah, Lord Death showed me where it was last night, and offered me to spend the night in one of the guest rooms of his mansion. How could I refuse?" Symmi had an ecstatic expression on her face.

I gave a smirk back in return. "Oh, so no wonder there wasn't any noise last night. So why did you stay there instead of me and Maka's apartment?"

"Maka? Is she your girlfriend you live with?"

"Wha..?" I shockingly reacted. "Just because we're opposite genders and we live in the same apartment doesn't mean we're a couple!"

"Oh. So...friends with benefits..?"

I was getting mad at this chick. "NO! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! NO BENEFITS! GOT IT?!"

"Okay."

Calming down a bit, I asked again, "So why did you stay there instead of me and Maka's apartment, aside from the fact that Lord Death has a pretty sweet house."

"Well you see, my stuff won't arrive until late in the afternoon, so it would be kinda awkward to go to your apartment with nothing but a phone, when you'd expect a ton of belongings."

"Makes sense. So what school did you go to before the DWMA?"

"It was a private all girls school for weapons and meisters. I didn't make friends easily there. So I applied to a school with girls and boys to see if I would make friends there. It was quite boring at my old school."

"Why?"

"It was just...boring. Everyone was the same. They liked the same things, had the same personality, and even styled their hair all the same! I was an outcast to them."

"So here's the main question: Are you a weapon or a meister?"

"I'm a dual katana with chains linked to the handles, so a weapon."

"How can you be two weapons when you're only one person?"

"I mentioned the chain, didn't I? The chain is what keeps the two katanas bound together as one."

"OI SOUL! You done flirting with that chick yet?" Black Star snickered from across the campus.

"Shut up! She's the new transfer student." I growled in return.

"Oooh! Well tell the girl to come over here! I'd like to meet the hottie, and see if she's as great as you think she is."

My face got red with embarrassment. "WHAT?! I NEVER SAID ANYTHING IN REGARDS TO HER BEING HOT!"

"Um actually," Symmi butted in, "I would love to meet your friends, if that's okay. I don't want to seem nosy butting in to one's personal life, but-"

"Go ahead. They're right over there." I sighed. Sometimes, I think she's just too nice.

Symmi and I both walked towards the group of friends. Soul glanced at Symmi's face, to detect whether she was excited or nervous about meeting new people. By the looks of it, the answer was neither. She seemed kind of dazed, like she was daydreaming. I wonder what she was thinking. It's hard to tell what she was thinking when her face remained expressionless. Symmi was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the group was right in front of her. Not really aware of her surroundings, she bumped right into Kid.

Symmi woke up from her daydream. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. Please forgive me." She bowed apologetically.

"It's fine, don't worry about it-" When Symmi rose from bowing, Kid stared at her in awe. In Kid's mind, pink roses appeared in the background, as well as sparkles, as if it were a scene in some shojo. You didn't have to be a mind reader to figure out that's what he was imagining. Hearts replaced his eyes and this giant goofy smile appeared on his face.

A few minutes passed, and Kid was still standing in that same stance, gawking at Symmi. He finally had the strength to mutter, "Such…..symmetry…"

"Oh shit." I muttered. Yep. I knew it. Kid has fallen in love with the transfer student. Kid's standards in a girl aren't that much really. You just had to be symmetrical, and that was it. You could be any shape, size, and color, just as long as you were symmetrical. Not many people you see are perfectly symmetrical, so Kid didn't fall for a lot of girls.

"Uh hello? Earth to Kid?" Liz was waving a hand in front of Kid's face, but Kid was still in a daze. He was probably having a countless amount of dirty thoughts roaming around in his head. All, of course, involving poor innocent Symmi.

"Liz, what do you think Kid is looking at?" Patty questioned. Having a sudden thought of what Kid might be seeing, she gasped in realization. "Did Kid see a unicorn?! Where is it!? I wanna see the unicorn! KID WHERE'S THE UNICORN!?"

Of course, Kid was too lost in Symmi land to answer. "I doubt Kid is looking at a unicorn." Liz admitted.

Now Patty was losing it. "Unicorns…" She sighed, way too in a daze to listen to anyone.

I had to step in to this, knowing that the the nonsense would only get worse if I didn't. "Hey Kid, come on now. Snap out of it." I attempted while waving a hand in front of his face. "Kid, you there buddy? We need to get home and do our homework."

Maka crossed her arms. "I don't think that'll snap him out of it."

"Lemme try! Lemme try!" Patty shouted.

"Patty, to be quite honest, I don't think he'll snap out of Symmi Land if you put a piece of candy in front of his face." Her older sister responded.

"But I wasn't-"

"OOH I KNOW!" Black Star rummaged through his bag only to pull out an airhorn. "This'll snap him out of it." Everyone covered their ears and braced themselves for the obnoxious noise that'd soon be upon them. With a stupid grin on his face, he blasted that thing right in Kid's ear, then in the other...ear…

"Symmetry of loudness…" Kid looked like he was seriously on some kind of drug, and it was actually quite amusing. But on a completely different notice, Black Star's horn incident only made matters worse! One ear would've been enough to break his sense of symmetry.

But poor Symmi. She's just standing there, with a sketchpad?! I didn't know she could draw. She was looking up at the intimidatingly creepy laughing sun, then back down at her sketchpad, etching a few marks, then repeated the process over again. Did she even notice that the symmetry-obsessed freak was even looking at her?! Obviously not.

"Well I ran out of ideas." Black Star stated.

"Same." Agreed Maka.

"Same." Admitted Tsubaki.

"What?! You guys didn't even suggest anything!" Liz exclaimed.

"Uh… Liz…?"

"Yes, Patty. You can try whatever your idea was."

"Alright. Symmi-chan!"

"Hm?" Symmi looked up from her sketchpad.

"Can I please borrow a piece of paper and your pencil for just five seconds?"

"Mhm yeah sure." Symmi ripped a piece of paper out of her sketch pad and handed Patty her led-stained number 2 pencil. Patty was roughly penciling something in. What could her plan be?

"DONE! Here's your pencil, Symmi." Patty handed Symmi her pencil, and walked in front of kid, blocking his view. She stuck the paper out and on it was nothing but a giant number 7 right in the middle of the page that was scribbled in a multiple amount of times, making it more bold. "Look, Kid! It's seven! Isn't it so asymmetrical? This isn't an eight, it's SEVENNN!"

Kid instantly shot out of his daze and ripped the paper out of Patty's hands. "SEVEN?! This is certainly not acceptable at all. Seven can not be split evenly into two! This is madness! MADNESS I TELL YOU!"

"Yep, he's back." Liz groaned.

"Why didn't I think of this…?" I asked myself with a hand to my face.

"Have you tried splitting it in tally form?" Suggested Black Star.

"Star…" We all angrily grumbled. "Don't start."

"What now?" Kid was eager.

"Yeah, didn't you know? If you have seven tallies, it can easily be split any way you please. BAM! Symmetry."

"Grrrr…." We won't hear the end of it from Kid.

"I've been living my whole life a lie! I should've known better! I guess that makes me…" A random spotlight flashed on him, he got on his knees, and started pounding the ground with his butt in the air. "Garbage… Asymmetrical garbage!"

Here we go…

While Kid kept throwing insults at himself with his two weapons trying to calm him down, I took this chance to finally walk home. "Alright guys. See ya tomorrow! Come on, Maka and Symmi."

"Yes, sir." Symmi shyly answered.

"Alright." Agreed Maka.

The walk home was shorter than expected. Me and Maka usually converse on the way to and from home, but today, it was just silence. I walked up the stairs, the two girls close by, and put the key in the lock. Home at last. Our apartment isn't that scary, and there hasn't been any robberies lately, so Symmi has nothing to worry about. Well, except one thing…

Blair.