Enjoy!

I do not own Soul Eater

When will this party be over?!

I know celebrating the day the DWMA was founded is important and all, but I really can't stand huge parties like these! Why did I go in the first place...?

At least I'm wearing a dress I'm somewhat ok in. It was a simple but long (Like to my ankles long) red dress that was just right, temperature-wise. However, I can never leave the house without my dragon necklace (Which actually complemented the dress, mind you).

I still dislike wearing the dress, but at least I'm somewhat ok with it.

I look over to see Renta, whom is in a black suit and tie with a white dress shirt underneath, dancing (somewhat) with Patti. ...With a slight blush on his face. Seriously? It comes off as rare to see him blush.

"Fan?"

I look up to see Kid, who brought me out of my thoughts, in what I expected to see him wear. The same clothes from episode 18, I believe.

"Oh, hey Kid," I reply somewhat coolly, despite my beating-to-where-it'll-jump-out-of-my-chest heart.

"This is a party, Fan. Why aren't you dancing or eating?" Kid asks.

I look over to an eating-like-crazy Black*Star-I swear, he must be a Saiyan in disguise-and make my comment. "Two reasons why I'm not eating. One: Black*Star, two: I'm not hungry."

"Ok, but what about dancing?"

"Not in the mood. Plus I can't do anything in this dangable dress."

"Really?"

"Not really, but I really do hate wearing it."

"Would you like to dance with me?"

What? Did Kid just ask me...if I would like to dance with him?

MENTALLYSPAZZINGOUTLIKECRAZY!

"Um... Sure," I reply as calmly as I could. I get up from where I was sitting and walk to the dance floor with Kid, a blush on my face.

Me, dancing with Kid... I wonder how many fangirls will be jealous of me if I posted this on the internet. ...I don't even want to know...

Kid and I get somewhat close to each other in a tango (I believe) way and start dancing/walking back and forth. I can tell that both me and Kid are making sure to keep it as symmetrical as possible, cause Kid with his huge obsession with symmetry while I'm the somewhat perfectionist I am, wanting things symmetrical and making them symmetrical if I could.

And that was before I watched Soul Eater and Kid for the first time.

No, really. I remember how sometimes it would be something small, like packs of gum or cans in a store, and I found myself fixing them to be symmetrical and so they looked more professionally ordered, like they should've in the first place.

And how when I save in Pokémon White, that is if I was in the Pokémon Center (And I normally was) when I saved, I was usually in the middle of the pokeball design on the floor.

Of course, I don't mind things being asymmetrical, too. I just prefer neat and symmetrical stuff.

So drawing is really hard for a perfectionist like me... That drawing I did of Kid and Asura, I got so, so, SO frustrated with drawing along the way, cause it wasn't coming out like I wanted it to. It took me a million tries (Not really, but it was a lot) to find a way around my perfectionist senses and just draw it. And I still didn't like it as much as I would've liked to...

Though, it's only drawing I have a hard time in. Cause for everything else, I've found a way around my perfectionist senses. ...Mostly.

"Fan, do you have something to say?" Kid asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh! Uh... Well..." Crap, I can't respond!

"If you don't, it's fine," he replies to my stuttering with a smile.

"N-no, I-it's fine..." I reply, looking down with my face heating up. "K-Kid, it's just... You've been so kind to both me and Renta... I don't know how, if you want me to, repay you. I'm so grateful and lucky that you're doing this all for me... It feels like I'm taking too much and not giving enough... It makes me feel a bit selfish..."

"Fan, it's no trouble at all."

"Renta and I are living in your home, where other-wise we would've ended up on the streets. I can't help but wonder if you're really fine with it..."

"Other than the messes Renta does from time to time, it's no bother at all to me. Besides, you needed a home, and father asked me to provide it. I never let my father down."

"I know..." I said softly, resting my head on his chest, listening to his perfectly-in-rhythm beating heart. Though I start to hear it go faster, and I look up to see Kid's blushing face. Wait, he NEVER blushes... Dahell?

"Is something wrong?" I ask, lifting my head off his chest.

"I was uncomfortable with your head on my chest," he replies.

"I won't do it again, if you want."

"I never said I didn't like it..."

I feel my face heat up, big time! Actually, HUGE time, is more like it!

"Uncomfortable, but like it...?" I ask.

"W-well... I, uh..." It was his turn to stutter. "I...I like it. I'm just not use to it, is all."

"Oh, really?" I ask with a slight mischievous smirk and lay my head back on his chest, the blush on my face never leaving. "I'll remember to keep that in mind when I need someone to tease."

"Stop," he replies with an awkward type of smile, his blush not leaving, too. "Knowing you, you wouldn't last two seconds teasing someone without apologizing."

"...Touché," I reply with a slight chuckle, looking up at his face with a warm smile.

Tonight really was a good night. I'm glad I came to the party. Really glad...