It was one of those rare occasions when Death the Kid actually showed up for class. But of course he had begun to worry about the symmetry of one of his paintings at home, so he was in a rush to fix it. He was walking down the stairs towards the front courtyard when he bumped into something. Rather, it was someone. Setsuna collided with Death as she tripped and fell onto the stairs. Death stopped in his tracks and peered down at her, as she stood up and brushed herself off in one swift motion. She turned around to face Death, and he felt as if he was staring at the face of an angel.
"You're incredibly symmetrical. It's beautiful. You're eyes are the exact proportions apart and your nostrils are of equal size and distance from the bridge of your nose." He stated, examining the rest of her body for more of such marvelous symmetry
She was a bit taken aback by Deaths comments, yet she remained quite flattered.
"Umm.. thank you. I'm sorry, but I don't think we've met. I'm Setsuna." She told the boy
"I am Death the Kid. You have such an aesthetically pleasing appearance. It's really quite refreshing from all of the asymmetrical pigs around here, don't you agree?" Death remained transfixed by the girl in front of him.
"I take it you have a thing for symmetry?" Setsuna began to laugh.
"Symmetry is key. Everything must be perfectly balanced. It is also the key to a balanced soul." Kid started but he began to stare off into space, remembering the perfect demon whose soul he had captured on his last mission. That was something. The best symmetry a demon could every get. It was a shame he had to die…
Setsuna laughed as she watched Kid zone out, engrossed in his own world of balance and symmetry. "He was actually kind of cute…" she thought to herself but quickly dismissed the thought. He reminded Setsuna of Mitsuki, in a weird way. He was obsessive, yet understanding-kind without meaning to be so.
They stood there, on the stairs, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality lasted about fifteen seconds. The sound of footsteps echoed through the building, accompanied by a loud, girlish laugh and a muffled groaning. Two girls came bouncing down the stairs and greeted Death, knocking him back into reality.
"Liz! Patty! I have to go. I realized that one of my pictures is leaning 23 degrees to the left. Oh, have you met Setsuna?" Death motioned towards Setsuna, and back towards the two girls.
"Oh no, I haven't! Is she new? She's pretty. Is she nice?" The shorter of the two, the bouncy one, began to chatter on and on, like a nervous bird, before the taller one covered her mouth and the sound of her words turned into muffled noise.
"I'm sorry about my sister. She can be a little… much. I'm Liz, by the way. Patty and I are Death's weapons." She stated calmly, much unlike her sister.
Setsuna began to feel out of place, and awkward among the girls, so she picked up her books and started, "I um, actually have to go. But it was nice meeting you." She put on a fake smile and continued up the stairs, as the three went down.
You're so stupid to think that he would just immediately like you. You can't like every guy who calls you symmetrically perfect. Get it together. Setsuna realized that she was blushing from her meeting with Death on the stairs, so she quickly hurried into the nearest bathroom to regain her senses. How could she let Patty and Liz steal the conversation like that? She usually wasn't that quiet. Why had she been so awkward around Death? She hardly knew him.
Death the Kid, hmm? I wonder what I can find out about you… Setsuna needed to find Mitsuki, and soon.
-break-
Mitsuki sat on the bench, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, and writing in a notebook with the other. A leaf fell onto the page that was quickly filling with words, disrupting her from her concentration. She looked up, only to see Maka walking towards her. Mitsuki tensed up, and clenched her teeth together. What is her deal?
Maka sat down next to Mitsuki, who shifted slightly away from her. They both continued to look forward, towards the school, when Maka cleared her throat.
She breathed in slowly before starting, "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I really do want to get to know you. You seem nice."
"I'm not." Mitsuki stated bluntly.
Maka sighed, "I'm a top student here. I have been for a while. I can sense when someone is good at what they do and I'm sure you are. I'd just like to know more about you. We're all friends here. And I want you to feel welcomed."
Mitsuki was getting annoyed at the girl, "Maka, I know you want to welcome us and all, but this is about more than that. You want to know where we came from, and more importantly who we really are. You feel threatened by me, and you want to stay on top. You have pressure on you at home. But you don't have a good relationship with your pressure because of family reasons. So instead you put all of your love into this- and into your weapon. You don't want that to change. You think that Setsuna and I threaten your life, and your balance. But you're wrong. We're only going to help it."
Maka sat there, shocked and red in the face, "How the hell did you figure all of that?"
"I watch, I listen, I observe. I look at how you speak, act, look, and I make a deduction on your life and thoughts based on those things. It's really quite simple." Mitsuki hated explaining this to people.
"Why me?" Maka asked as she felt a sudden intrusion of her privacy.
"Don't feel special. I do it to everybody." Mitsuki looked down at the notes she'd written about the other students, "Actually, I figured if you'd stop being such a nosey little bitch then maybe I could consider talking to you without the protective layers of snark and defensiveness."
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being that pushy." Maka felt her cheeks turn red.
"So would you like to start this over or are you going to continuing being a controlling prick?" Mitsuki's levels of bitchy-ness and snark were at an all-time high.
"The first, definitely." Maka replied quickly.
"Okay then," Mitsuki exhaled, "I'm Mitsuki and I've spent the last four years of my life traveling the globe with my weapon, Setsuna, looking for the man responsible for the hell that has become my life. Setsuna's been with me for three of those years. And yes, this man ruined her life as well. I'm 5' 5" and a Taurus. I enjoy swimming and storing my brain with useless arbitrary facts." She stopped for a breath, "Anything else you'd like to know?"
Maka shook her head, floundering as she tried to process the information she had just heard.
