Chapter 2

Kid stormed back into his mansion-like house, slamming the door after Liz and Patty.

"Kid, you shouldn't do that, you know." Liz said, straightening her cowboy hat. "You're gonna mess up your paintings." Then Kid was on the ground, crying and pounding the floor with his fist.

"I'm worthless! An asymmetrical piece of garbage! I don't deserve to live!"

"Oh, Kid, you deserve to live." Patty said, crouching down and patting Kid on the back.

"Yeah, and pull yourself together, seriously. This is the second time you've done this today." Liz added forcefully.

"It is?" Kid asked, lifting his head to look at her.

"Yes! You did it earlier when you let that girl escape -…"

"I'm an asymmetrical piece of garbage! How could I let something with such beautiful symmetry go?! Dammit! I don't deserve to live!" Kid was back on the ground.

"Kid, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Liz stood him up and shook him. "Look, everyone came over for dinner. You need to focus. Forget the girl for now; we can look for her tomorrow after school, okay?" Kid had stopped crying and took Liz's hands off his shoulders; straightening his suit.

"Liz, shaking me ruins my symmetry you know." He said warningly, taking his shoes off.

"Right, sorry." Liz replied, taking her shoes off; Patty following suit. "Good to have you back."

The trio walked into the kitchen and the dining room next to it as Maka, a shorter girl with ashen-blonde hair held in pigtails and emerald green eyes, was setting stir-fry dinner on the table.

"Maka, this looks amazing!" Liz exclaimed, sitting down at the table. Kid and Patty sat down as well' Kid at the head and Patty next to Liz. Maka's cheeks turned pink.

"Oh, thanks."

"YES! THIS MEAL LOOKS FIT FOR A GOD LIKE ME!" Black*Star, Kid's obnoxious blue-haired friend, shouted.

"Black*Star, be quiet and eat!" Tsubaki said in protest. She was tall, with her hair up in a ponytail that almost reached the floor.

"Kid, this is your plate. I… I know you like symmetry." Maka said, placing a plate in front of him. The rice was evenly laid out with the meats and vegetables symmetrical on both sides.

"Maka, you truly are amazing!" Kid said, smiling pleasantly at her. The unusually quiet, spiky white-haired boy named Soul shot Kid a glare, showing shark-like teeth. Then, he closed his eyes again; hands in his pockets.

"Jealous much?" Liz asked, and Maka blushed an even redder color.

"Don't worry." Patty said, eating a piece of meat. She swallowed before continuing. "Kid's already found a girl -." Kid dropped his chopsticks on the table with a loud 'clang' and slapped his hand over Patty's mouth. Everyone froze, eyes wide, at Kid's uncharacteristic behavior.

"Be quiet, Patty. Eat the food Maka made, okay?" he said in a low voice. Kid removed his hand, picked up his chopsticks, and continued to eat as everyone just stared.

"So, Kid," Black*Star said after a while, breaking the awkward silence. "Are you going to tell us what just happened, or -?" He broke off as Kid sighed, setting down his chopsticks and shutting his eyes.

"I will tell you and Soul privately," Kid opened one eye and examined everyone at the table with a pause to emphasize his point. "After dinner and before you go." He picked up his chopsticks a second time and continued to eat. As a light conversation was kept throughout the meal, Kid could only process one thought.

"Why did I let her go?"

"You're saying you let her go?!" Black*Star demanded.

"'The perfect girl with flawless symmetry' as you say." Soul said.

"My mind just slipped, okay!?" Kid punched the shut door in his symmetrical room. His mind slipped back to earlier that evening -.

The girl jumped off the wall of one building, off the wall of the opposite building and repeated this process until she disappeared over the rooftops. Kid sat there, dumbfounded. Then, he was on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. Liz and Patty had to carry him halfway back to the house before he awoke.

"Kid," Soul's voice and warm hand on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. "You'll find her. We'll help you look for her tomorrow after school."

"Yeah!" Black*Star gave him a thumbs up. Kid ushered them to front door and then, once they were gone, slumped to the ground.

"This is impossible." He thought.

"Too many." She thought, panting. "Too many stairs that lead up to this school."

"That must be a workout." A muffled voice observed as the girl, tall with black hair up in a ponytail; bangs braided around both sides of her head and under her ponytail, stopped for a break. She pulled two silver, twin katanas out of their sheaths and they transformed. The tallest one, a sandy-blonde haired blue eyes boy, stretched and continued what he was saying. "You should take a break." He said through a yawn.

"Or you two should carry me instead of me carrying you." The girl replied teasingly, smoothing her black hooded sweatshirt. She turned and straightened the tall boy's tight white shirt. "We have to look our best today, Makoto. As if we're not still scraping by on the streets, okay?" Makoto ran a hand through his sandy hair and nodded.

"You too, Katashi." The girl straightened the quiet, black-haired boy's black shirt. The boy just looked at the girl with blue, intelligent eyes.

"And what about you, Mayu?" he asked. "How are you coping with all of this?" Mayu glanced up at Katashi. The boy was naturally a quiet, observant, polite, humble, and any time he spoke, people listened. Mayu bit her lip and swallowed, knowing that she had to reply truthfully.

"Just nervous." Mayu replied with a smile. "Confidence, confidence." She thought. Katashi just stared at her with his sharp blue eyes.

"Hey, are you the new students?" The trio looked up to see a girl waving at them from the top of the stairs. She had ashen-blonde hair held up in pigtails with emerald eyes. Mayu smiled and ran up the stairs with the katanas right behind her.

"Yeah, I'm Mayu Yuka! And these are my weapons, Makoto and Katashi Yuka."

"I'm Maka, glad to meet you! I'm here to show you around." Although Maka was friendly enough, Mayu remained silent as she was showed the different classrooms and the Death Room. Finally she came to her class, Crescent Moon.

"Right on time, Maka." Said a creepy man with silver hair and glasses. He wore a lab coat with stitching all over it… and on his face too?" "Class, this is Mayu Yuka and her weapon partners." There was a loud thud.

"Uh, Dr. Stein?" A boy with spiky white hair said. "Kid just passed out again."

"YOU!" a boy, supposedly the one that fell on the ground, stood and pointed at her. Mayu caught her breath as she recognized the boy she had saved from last night. Three white stripes on the left, two-toned amber eyes, a perfectly symmetrical suit…

On instant reaction from living on the streets, Mayu got into a fighting stance, her two katanas at the ready. Kid had climbed down the stairs and was nearing her but froze when he saw her.

"Careful, Kid," Stein said with a laugh. "She's and assassin, she will fight."

"ANOTHER ASSASSIN, HUH?!" A blue-haired boy stood and yelled. "So, what, do you think you're a bigger star than me?"

"What?" Mayu asked, confused.

"Ignore him." Stein said, rolling his eyes. "Black*Star's just an idiot. You can put your weapons down, there's no need to be defensive." Mayu left Makoto and Katashi to transform as she walked up the same stairs as Kid and sat in the empty seats there. Unfortunately, Kid sat next to her.

"Welcome to the DWMA." Kid said quietly as Stein began class.

"Thanks." Mayu whispered back.

"Ok, class, today we will be dissecting -…" Mayu took notes throughout the class as she and Kid kept a light conversation. They exchanged the notes they took to make sure they weren't missing anything, and laughed at Stein's expense. At the end of class, Mayu stood, gathering her notes. She held her hand out to Kid.

"Truce?" she asked. Kid smiled.

"Truce." He replied, and shook her hand. "Where do you live, maybe I could come over?" Mayu froze, looking at her feet as the classroom emptied.

"I don't have one." She said.

"Oh." Kid replied. An odd silence stretched out, and Kid looked up at her with a smile again. "You could move in with me."

I hate myself for leaving a cliffhanger, 'cause that drives me crazy too. I'm not going to ask you to review or anything, but if you can, it's appreciated.