A/N: Well hey there! I might have to slow down my chapter output since I'm starting to put off homework to write these chapters. (' ).(' ) My mom and dad are getting involved by only letting me watch T.V. and play/write on the computer for so long each day, though they have yet to set a time. [Honestly, if you had the choice between an awesome website with amazing fan fictions (;D) and homework, which would you choose?) Anyway, it'll give you people more time to review and such. (Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. If I did then I wouldn't have to do homework because I would already be set for life. T_T
Beep, beep, beep. I moan and slap a hand over where my alarm clock should be, but I hit nothing but air. Beep, beep, beep. I crack open my eyes to see a pillow and a mattress as I remember that I don't have an alarm clock yet. Or a mattress. Beep, beep, beep. I sit up, if that's not an alarm clock then what is it? I look around the room and realize that it's not my room. I blink at my surroundings twice before I remember that Liz and Patty had invited me over last night after we had gone shopping. They said that Kid was going to be late and wouldn't mind anyway, just as long as I didn't move anything in the house. We had talked for hours and played this game that they called 'Twister' in which you have to put your hands and feet on different coloured dots and end up getting completely tangled with the other people playing. I sigh at the memory, I'd never had a sleepover before and have definitely been missing out. I swing my legs out of the bed and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. I smell food and decide to investigate. The hallway is empty and I try to remember the way to the kitchen. This place is a freaking maze if there ever was one. I close my eyes and focus, searching for the tell-tale sound of clanking pots and pans. When I find it I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to distract myself with the goofy cartoon skulls on the walls. I forget to use my echo location so I end up slamming into what I guess is the kitchen door.
"Oof," I rub my nose and glare at the door. "Stupid door, getting in my way. Why doth thou hate me so cruel door, to stoop to the level of blocking the path that I hadith been walking on." I had no clue if that was correct Shakespearean or not but it sounded cool and I grin in a stupidly happy way.
"Oh good, it's a habit of yours to walk into things. And here I was thinking it was just me." Kid comes out of the door smiling and holding two plates of fifty pancakes each, one in each hand. I blink and stare at Kid.
"You cook?" Kid nods as he goes trough an archway into the dining room, carefully placing the plates on the table, one at each end.
"I kind of have to. Patty's too distracted and would probably burn something and Liz just can't seem to get food symmetrical." He sighs moodily and I roll my eyes. I'll be the first to admit that I have a small, rarely seen case of OCD, (I hate abbreviations. They're almost never alphabetical!) but this guy was unbelievable. I shake the thought loose from my head.
"Well, if you didn't notice, it was technically your fault this time too." He raises his elegant eyebrows in question.
"Oh? Please, explain." I shrug and pull out a chair, marring the symmetry of the table and causing Kid's eye to twitch.
"You were the one who was running when we collided the first time, I was walking and more aware of my surroundings. You ran into me. As for the door incident, I the delicious scent of food drew me - you were cooking it - and was trying to find it without being distracted by skulls which were probably mostly, if not wholly, your idea. By that logic, this particular incident was twice as much your fault as it was mine, the simple, curious young lady." He chuckles lightly, taking the seat beside me and turning it so that it was a mirror image of mine to keep his precious symmetry. Drat.
"Except that since you were walking you should have had enough sense and 'awareness' to jump out-of-the-way of a stampeding shinigami. To argue your second point, haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'?" I twist my chair, just to bug him, and pretend to consider the idea before miming throwing it out the window.
"It's a good thing I'm not a cat." He turns his chair and I glare at him playfully and start rocking back and forth, causing the chair to teeter on only two legs at a time. "And am I supposed to be responsible for the fact that my mind was preoccupied?"
"Yes."
"That was rhetorical. Anyway, I can't be expected to be on the look out for psychos at every given moment." He rolls his eyes and frowns at the feet of the chair.
"Would you stop that?"
"No."
"Why not?" I shrug and almost lose my balance.
"Because it seems to distress you and I am finding it increasingly enjoyable to do so." I smile my biggest smile and continue the motion. Forward, back. Forward, back. He exhales through his lips, making a horse sound and starts to do the opposite of my movements. Forward and back, back and forward. We get so close together that I can feel the heat of his breath on my nose, then he's gone and I see his eyes have a far away look, as if he's somewhere else. Closer, farther. I feel myself moving forward, but I momentarily forget the motion that comes next and realize too late that I'm no longer in control and that I'm falling. My eyes widen and I my heart stops for a moment. I hate falling. Those stupid moments that seem to take forever and yet no time at all. Somehow I manage to get my feet under me and stand slowly, wondering how I lost my concentration. Kid's still unfocused, but when the chair hits the floor he blinks and his chair settles back on all four of its legs. I force a laugh and throw my hands into the air, feeling slightly hysterical. "I win!" I spin in a circle to hide my embarrassment. Why am I acting so... so giggly? Smoke wafts past my nose and I cough as I inhale it. "Is something burning?" Kid freezes and goes white, black lines streaking down one side.
"I forgot..."
"Kid!" Liz comes bustling through the archway a little too quickly. "Your eggs!" Kid's already dashing towards the kitchen as Liz starts walking towards me, faking nonchalance. "Soooooo," She hastily sits in the chair Kid just vacated. "Spill. Do you like Kid?"
"GAK!" I try to sit down but the chair still isn't there, so I end up falling instead. "No!" I say as I rub the base of my spine. "Well, I mean, I like him... as a friend..."
"Oooo!" She squeals excitedly. "I smell romance!" She takes a deep breath of smoke infested air that causes her to break into a coughing fit. "You should..." Cough. "Go," cough, "to the," a large series of coughs "dance with Kid!" I blink at her for a moment then open my mouth, only to close it again when I find I still have nothing to say. I force my brain to think of something- anything- to say.
"How long have you been standing by the door?"
"Long enough."
Well played Liz. Well played.
A/N: Does anyone know why 'out-of-the-way' has to have hyphens? Just curious.