Crona sat in class, fiddling with the ends of her wild and tangled hair. Her dark eyes slanted slightly to the left as she studied Tsubaki and Liz's long, beautiful hair. She rubbed split ends through rough fingertips and lowered her eyes to her notebook. Her eyes glaze over lined paper bound to her single spiral notebook, notes were crammed tightly, and her print barely large enough for her eyes to skirt over the page and absorb the valuable information. Though despite her tiny writing, visually the words themselves were nearly a work of art, her cursive writing rose and fell appropriately, and was nearly as symmetrical as Kid's.
The final bell rung and students stood from their seats. Kid watched Crona saddle her backpack and exit the classroom. He to, mimicked her actions and was the eighth, as all ways, to depart from the room of learning.
It was not hard to locate a mass of pink hair dawdling through the hallway of Shibusen Academy, he watched her with trained golden eyes as she spun the dial of her locker, once, twice, three times. Kid winced, he hated the number three… His own locker was special… It had to be turned eight times, four to the left and four to the right, and the combination was of course, only the number eight. Kid did not take it into mind that if someone wanted to steal from him, it wouldn't be that difficult.
He clutched the skateboard beneath his arm, and followed the other children out of the building. His eyes swept over campus and the student body, till a matching set of yellow orbs locked in on a slouching mass of pink tangles. He elegantly descended from the stairs, eyes narrowed and intent, he captured many the eyes of those who belonged to the female gender, as well as a few males. Though Kid did not acknowledge this adoration, his intentions were set. He stepped off the final concrete stair, threw his skate board to the sidewalk, and began tailing after Crona.
Crona really should have been paying attention, but she wasn't… She had been to busy contemplating why her mother insisted her hair be as awful as it was, but now that was a distant thought, she lay sprawled on her back, her backpacks contents, although not much, lay peppered around her confused form, and a skateboard rested on the small of her stomach.
"Crona, I apologize deeply! I forgot where I was going when I noticed how symmetrical the sun was with the clouds". Symmetry? She wondered, Kid had nearly run her down over symmetry? She guided herself into a sitting position, and handed Kid his skateboard. She narrowed her eyes at the sun; no there were three clouds on the left and four on the right… Crona didn't know much about symmetry, but she knew it had something to do with an equal balance of left and right. She began gathering her papers into her backpack, when she realized her notebook was not with her. She began to panic, what would Medusa do to her? Her eyes, wide, frantic, and perhaps animalistic turned to Kid, whose own eyes were wide and adoring, in his hands he held her solid black notebook.
"Crona! Your handwriting! I was horribly mistaken! Your manuscript is so symmetrical"! Crona's spine hunched and she began to draw back. She was unaware of how to deal with Kid's behavior, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. He, taking note, closed the book grinning.
"Perhaps you do have potential". He set it carefully in the girls backpack, creasing other papers inside, though at that moment the boy was so content that he did not mind.
"Crona"?
"W-What"?
"Would you like a hair cut"?
She sat in the stylist chair, wringing her hands, and feeling like she was about to paint the floor with her sick. This was the first time she had ever professionally gotten her hair cut. Medusa found it was simple enough when Crona's hair became to long, to pin her to the floor with a knife and saw at the fine silky tresses. She paled even more when the stranger lifted a pair of scissors to the side of her head, and placed the pink jagged length between the blades, Crona winced at the sound, and dizzied at the image of her hair on the floor.
"No, No, No! Her hair must be cut perfectly symmetrical"! Kid hissed. Crona looked up at him, worried for her life as he forced the scissors from the employee's hand, and gathered Crona's hair into his left hand.
"Crona, your hair is so soft"! He mused, she unable to respond, gulped as a wicked grin passed over his mouth, and be began scissoring away what he deemed asymmetrical. What felt like hours, but was only ten minutes to Crona passed when Kid, satisfied with his work grinned and placed the scissors back in their appropriate sleeve in the hair dressers smock.
"There, perfectly symmetrical". He grinned smugly, Crona turned her chair and gasped. Her hands lifted to her smooth, silky hair that was all, for the first time since birth, the same length. Her pale pink hair fell just below her chin, straight and smooth, while her bangs though still cut straight across the length of her forehead hung neatly below her eyebrows.
"Symmetry is beauty Crona, and you are perfectly symmetrical now". Kid said in a quiet voice, Crona's eyes still wide at the general shock of looking into a mirror and not being appalled weakened the volume of her voice even farther.
"T-T-Thank you Kid… Th-This was so n-n-nice… I-I-I don't k-now how to d-deal w-with this"… He stood her from her chair, and collected their things from the waiting bench beside the door.
"A simple thank you is all I need, Crona".
Her heart pounded in her throat as she turned the door knob, the house was dark, and cold… Good, perhaps she could escape to her room and Medusa would never know of what she had done. She entered quietly and shut the door behind her. Instantly the hairs on the back of her neck rose as a warning to fight or flee.
"Crona honey, where have you been all this time? It's not nice to keep mommy dearest waiting".
A.N.
-So that's all for tonight! The whole reason I'm writing this note is to explain… A lot of reviews on both my continuing stories is my quick updates. I'll tell you why! Because I like to run like clockwork… I write Grease Monkey (Death Note) and Asymmetrical Fragments (Soul Eater) at ten at night, or at least begin to, on Friday and Saturday nights. It usually takes me an hour to write both chapters, and then upload them to the internet, then repeat the process the next night. The reason though I'm updating earlier then usual is because my birthday is this Friday, and I have plans, and Saturday I'm actually going to A Murder Mystery Dinner with my friends to celebrate… So I decided to get my two chapters out early! Expect another chapter tomorrow night!
-K.W.C.