Hey guys I'm back again :)

(I swear usually people update once a month and then you have me who's practically updating twice a day uuuughhhharrrghhhhh)

I can't help it I have creative juices flowing and I have homework that I want to put off for as long as possible :P

This chapter will be a lot less shocking than the last chapter, and finally Kid will appear yaaayyyy

Like usual, I do not own Soul Eater and its characters.


(Kid's P.O.V.)

Kid slowly trudged his way to his father's room. Surprisingly, symmetry was almost the last thing on his mind as he allowed himself to drift into what happened today. Suddenly, he stopped and fixed a painting that was tilted a little bit to the right. As I had mentioned before, he almost forgot about symmetry. Almost.

Again, his mind wandered back into the scene this morning as he walked away, satisfied that everything was symmetrical again. He thought back at how the girl walked in, and Marie-sensei introduced her as Maka Albarn. Kid smiled at himself. He had never seen a person so symmetrical before. Her pigtails were symmetrical, her eyes were symmetrical, and even her nose was symmetrical. As you can see, Kid has fallen in love with her symmetrical aspects. "All right," Soul said, holding up a fist as he continued to walk. "I will become friends with her."

Never again would he regret the words that he said as soon as he stepped into his father's room.


(Maka's P.O.V.)

Maka stared at Shinigami, her whole body quivering from the weight of the words that the man sitting calmly in front of her had just told her.

"It's not possible," Maka managed to bark out, determined that Shinigami was telling a lie. After all, she, the nerd who had no social skills, cannot be a witch, who was the most hated race on Earth. It was just not possible. It can't be. It can't be. It. Just. Can't. Be. True.

Shinigammi sighed and leaned back as if he was prepared to be sitting there for a while. It was no surprise because Maka did not want to budge at all until she had gotten the answer that she wanted out of Shinigami's mouth, and that was the fact that she was no witch. She was Maka, the newly found meister.

"After we found you, Maka, you fainted almost immediately. We put you in custody of DWMA and you slept for a whole entire week. I believe we did tell you this."

All Maka could manage was a nod.

"During that time period, we had plenty of time to interrogate the student who battled with you at that time. He had confirmed it with his own eyes, and what I told you just now were all true, and some of the facts also came from him."

As Maka stood up to protest, Shinigami put his hand up to silence her. "Wait until I finish please, Maka dear." Shinigami added politely. "You see, we did not just want to take words as fact, therefore, we took some time to research about you and your family tree. It turns out a few generations back, one of your ancestors was a witch that we, the DWMA, had killed; apparently she had an offspring that we never knew about, and it did well surviving on its own by itself, hiding its identity. Unfortunately, because we do not keep a record of the witches names, and instead organize dead witches by numbers, I cannot tell you what the witch's name was, since it had been a long time and even I cannot remember names of all the witches we have killed." Shinigami answered apologetically.

Maka looked down at her pleated quilt and closed her eyes as she tried to focus on her breathing. In and out. In and out. Suddenly, Maka's head snapped up and she asked Shinigami curiously, "What are you going to do with me now?"

Shinigami looked at Maka, and broke the somber atmosphere. "Well, it's not like it's the first time we broke the rules in DWMA."

Maka slowly trudged out of Shinigami's office and headed back to class. She couldn't believe what happened in Shinigami's room. No amount of anticipation and imagination would led her to image the things that happened in that room. Maka squeezed her eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky dotted with a few fluffy and light clouds.

Shortly after Shinigami had finished his sentence, he introduced a boy who looked about the same age as her. She was right. Shinigami then introduced the boy as Death the Kid, his son. Maka was honestly shocked that Shinigami had a son, but was polite enough not to let the shock show her face or ask any questions. She simply stood there; after all, she has enough worries of her own. "Maka dear," Shinigami had said. "Unfortunately, we cannot deny the fact that you are still a witch, therefore, I will personally entrust my son, Kid here, to watch over you for a year and see how you will cope in the school. Now, I hope you quickly become friends." Shinigami added hopefully.

Unfortunately, Shinigami was wrong about that. Ever since Kid had entered the room, Maka found him glaring at her the whole time, to the point that she felt a little scared. She inwardly groaned as she realized that she had to spend a year with him. "Great," Maka thought. "A year with a person who probably wants to murder me the second I piss him off."

Maka glanced at her watch, and her heart almost leap out of her mouth as she realized how she was almost late for class. "No," Maka thought. "No matter how bad my life is right now, I cannot and will not let my grades fall." She added as she ran as fast as she could into the classrooms.


(Kid's P.O.V)

Kid angrily stomped out of his dad's office. He couldn't believe it. Of all the people that could be a witch, Maka Albarn had to be one. Kid was disgusted that he had felt anything for the girl now. Kid detested witches, hated him to the bottom of his Soul. Witches were evil. Kid had learned that from a young age when he saw the witch Arachne personally eat his mother alive.

Even now, during the worst nights, he could still hear the sickening crunch that that damn spider made as she slowly cracked her mother's body into pieces, the piercing scream that her mother made still ringing in his ears, even after he had woken up. Although, the worst part of the dream was the fact that he could not do anything to save her, because he was stuck in Arachne's web, on a tree. He always wanted to beat himself up for not being able to save her mother, and swore to himself that he would never forgive any witch that crosses his path, because no matter how kind they seem to be, they would always stab you in the back. Always.

"And Maka Albarn is no exception" Kid whispered to himself as he bulldozed his way into the classroom, earning a few curious stares from his classmates as he slumped onto his chair. He was determined to not let her faze him.


Hey guys :)

I had posted this early because I have a feeling I won't be posting any more chapters this week (although I may be wrong, since recently I'm like practically glued to this site and keep day dreaming about what i want to write and the plot and character developments. Ugh.)

So I had like a little trouble writing in Kid's P.O.V. because I kept messing Kid's name up with Soul's unconsciously. (I'm sorry to all the Kid lovers out there, but I had to say this just in case Soul's name popped out randomly and all these question marks swarm around your heads.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (and I hope the previous chapter wasn't too shocking? It wasn't this too-random thing that popped out of nowhere, right? Right...?)

And to everyone out there who likes Maka and ships her with Soul/Kid I'm sorry that I'm making them both hate her ;(

(It's gotten to the point where even me the author is starting to feel a bit guilty lol)

But Maka's a strong girl.

She's survive :D

Just continue reading, hopefully sooner or later the guys will realize that they have a thing for her.

Uhuhuhuhu (My awkward sounding laughter haha sorry)