Perfect Symmetry

HAHAHAHAH. SOMEONE AS AWESOME AS ME DOESN'T NEED BREAKS!

Okay, maybe I do. I actually love to eat, (It's one of my favorite hobbies. ._. lol.) My bestie is in my lunch block now, so I'll probably start going there again instead of hiding in the library.

Thanks for the concern, though! I feel loved?

(Probably not the best response. Lol. )

Anyway, I know at least one person likes Artemis, and I hope more people do, because she's one of the very few OC's that will consistent throughout the story. Yay bears!

Also, I've decided that at some point in the near future, I'm going to write a fic called, "In which Death the Kid plays Minecraft."

I was playing 1.8. I was doing a bit of spelunking (On peaceful, because I'm a huge pussy. Creepers are scary mother truckers.) and I was going to build myself a nice little bridge over some lava, and despite holding down the shift key, I fell into the lava and died, all of my rare ores and tools burned to a crisp.

Like any true gamer, I rage quitted. I haven't touched it since.

ONWARDS! TO GLOOOORY! Time for some fluff, awkward, and toast! Yay!

I slept through the night, dreamless, for what only seemed like the blink of an eye. I'm not sure what it was that woke me up, but I was so comfortable and warm, I didn't want to open my eyes and have to leave. Luckily, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was Saturday, which meant I didn't have to go to the academy. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun was shining fiercely in my eyelids, turning my once black world a dark orange. I sighed, not giving up that easily, and buried my face in what I was hugging, blocking the light.

I stayed like that for a while, almost falling sleep again until what I was hugging moved. Uh, that wasn't right. I cracked my eyes open, momentarily blinded by the light. When I recovered, I was looking into a white shirt, which I had an iron grip on with both hands. I let out a small squeak, I was cuddling with Kid!

In response to my vocalization, he sighed softly, turning slightly and tightening his grip on my waist. I hadn't even noticed he had a hand there until that motion. But now that I was over the initial shock of finding myself in bed with Kid, I was really enjoying this. His warmth, the slow movements of his chest as he inhaled, the way his lips were slightly parted, even though he was breathing through his nose. His body was slightly curved, his knees brought up gently around mine. He rested his head on his arm, the one that wasn't on me, and I felt safe and happy, laying with him like this.

I cuddled closer, taking his smell, listening to his slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Kid never seemed to relax, but now he seemed at complete ease. I didn't care at all what time it was, I could lay here like this with Kid all day. I hummed with contentment, letting my eyes drift close again.

I had fallen asleep again without realizing it, but now that I had woken up for a second time, I was wide awake, with no hope of going back to sleep. Kid was still sleeping (He must have had a long night.), and it seemed like he hadn't moved at all. I hated to do this, but I carefully wiggled out of his grasp. I was covered in sweat, and I felt disgusting. I hadn't showered in a few days, at least. I had no idea where the bathroom was, but upon closer observation, there was a door straight across from his closet, preserving the symmetry of the room. I peeked inside, and found it was indeed a bathroom, shower included. I stepped inside and carefully shut the door, being sure to hold the handle down to avoid making noise. I sighed, and turned the shower's handle, starting the stream of water. I stripped, throwing my clothes on the counter, and stepping in. Kid's shower was so clean it sparkled, everything was, really. The entire bathroom was white porcelain, and perfectly symmetrical in every way. He even had all of this bottles of stuff organized to be symmetrical. I wondered if I should be worried about the severity of his OCD for a second, but I remembered it was Kid and just dealt with it. I ended up having to use men's soap, but I least I didn't smell like dirt and body odor anymore. I twisted the tap off, stepping out of the shower, wrapping myself in a black towel.

Kid didn't have much in his bathroom, as expected, but I found enough. I ran a comb through my wet hair, picking my bra up off the floor, an action that made me sigh. Kid must not mind all that much...unless he did, and wasn't saying it. Living with Liz and Patti, maybe he had high expectations? My cheeks turned red, and I suddenly felt self-conscious about it, where I never had before when Kid was involved.

But, there was nothing I could do about it, so I put it on. Changing back into the rest of my dirty clothes would really defeat the purpose of taking a shower, but I hadn't thought to stop home and get anything. I could ask Liz and Patti for something, but I doubted they'd have anything that would fit me. I hummed, looking around. I spied one Kid's white button-up shirts; the kind he usually wore under his black jacket. It wasn't ideal, but it had to do. I buttoned it up, but I was still lacking pants. The shirt covered everything, but it was still an exposed feeling I wasn't comfortable with. I gently opened the door, peeking around. Much to my relief, Kid was still sleeping soundly. I crept across the room, searching his closet for something I could wear. Nothing.

"Shit." I cursed myself for not thinking to bring anything with me, and softly opened the door to the hallway, shutting it with just as little sound. I'd just have to ask Patti for something, since she was closer to my size than Liz. Now that I was out of Kid's room, I relaxed a little, walking normally instead of tip-toeing like I was in a minefield. I made sure to count the doors until the staircase, which was eight. Of course. Now...which room was Patti's?

I walked around for a bit, until I discovered a door covered in pictures of giraffes and brightly colored stickers. I was willing to bet Kid wasn't pleased about that, but since it was Patti, he let it slide.

I knocked on the door, hoping she wasn't as out-cold as her meister. There was a soft rustling befind the door, the knob turned, and Patricia peeked out at me. "Oh, hi Maka! Why are you here?" She paused, and looked me over. "And why are you wearing Kid's clothes?"

"Well, I've been here since last night, actually – Hey! Don't look at me like that!" A sly smirk had crossed her face, and she giggled. "It's not what you think, really! And I know this won't help, but...Can I borrow some clothes?"

She laughed again, but opened her door a little wider and let me step inside. Her room was decorated in the same fashion as her door, with crayon-drawn pictures and other gaudy decorations hung up everywhere. She danced around to a dresser, opening it. "Whatcha need?"

"A pair of pants. And uh, some panties, if you could." My face turned bright red, which wasn't helped at all by Patti's renewed giggles. She threw a few things at me, and put her hands on her hips. "So, what were you doing? If it wasn't...you know." She pressed her knuckles to her lips to keep from laughing again, and I scowled at her.

"Soul was pissing me off yesterday, so I came here, but you weren't home. I ended up falling asleep in Kid's bed, and when I woke up, there he was." I explained hurriedly, embarrassed by it all, though I hadn't actually done anything laughable, in my opinion.

"Don't worry, I knew that!"

"Then why did you make me explain it to you?"

"Because it was funny!" She grabbed a pillow, hugging it against her chest and muffling her giggles with it.

"Bitch!"

"Hey, I lent you clothes!" She scowled at me, but it didn't last long. I slipped into her closet, tugging the pair of pink panties that Patti had given me on. It wasn't until I actually pulled it up that I noticed it was a thong. I had never worn one before, and felt horribly uncomfortable. But, it had to do, since I didn't want to nag Patti. (It was probably all she had, anyway.) The pajama pants she had given me were mostly white, but had small giraffes leaping over rainbows decorating little patches. Patti really like those things. They were shorts meant to hang just below the knee, but they were a bit small, so they clung to my thighs. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than running around with nothing under the white shirt I was wearing.

I thanked Patti, and stepped out into the hallway. I wandered downstairs, my stomach demanding food. The cabinets were jet black, opposite of the white walls and floor, but matching the table and woodworking of the room nicely. Kid really liked his black and white, didn't he? I made a mental note to get something with color in it, but not now. I opened cabinets and drawers, looking for something to eat. It felt a bit odd to be rummaging through Kid's kitchen, but whatever. I didn't really care. I opened the fridge, and sighed. This was hopeless. There wasn't anything I could without any kind of preparation.

I spent some more time rummaging around, and managed to find everything I needed to make french toast. I mixed it all together, dipped the bread, and set it in a frying pan. While I waited, I backed up and looked at the clock on the wall above. It was almost 3:30 p.m. Damn, I'd never slept in that late before.

I finally had a stack of four toasts, drizzled syrup on it, and sat at the table. I poked at it with a fork, wondering if Kid would want any. I hummed, picking the plate up and carrying it upstairs. I took a right, and counted eight doors. Balancing the plate of toast on one hand, I twisted the knob and slipped in. Kid was still asleep.

I sat on the edge of the bed, swinging my legs over the edge to lean against the headboard. My movement finally woke Kid up, and he slowly opening his golden eyes. He got about half way, until the light made him groan and bring his hands up to his face. I poked his leg with my foot, prodding him awake. "Kid, get up. It's almost four in the afternoon."

"Can I keep sleeping until eight?"

"No."

He sighed again, and sat up, rubbing his eyes unhappily. He looked like a mess, but it was a hot mess. His hair was sticking up everywhere, his shirt was wrinkled, collar flipped. It was actually reall sexy in that rugged I-don't-give-a-damn kind of way. He looked over to me with half-open eyes, noticing the toast I was holding.

I smiled, and leaned on his shoulder. "I made breakfast. Want some?" I picked up a piece with my fork, waving it tauntingly in front of his face.

He eyed it a bit suspiciously, but ate it off the fork. Chewing thoughtfully, he hummed with surprise. "Wow. That's really good."

"Thank you." I fed him another bite, taking one myself. I was rather impressed with myself; normally my cooking was a bit questionable.

"So, Maka." Wrapping an arm around me, Kid rested his chin on the top of my head, looking down at me with a slight smile. "Sorry for just kind of...creeping in bed with you last night."

"Really? Because you don't look sorry." I raised an eyebrow at him, taking another bite of toast.

"You're right; I'm not." He chuckled, and I punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"It'll take a lot for me to forgive you, you pervert. Creeping on a helpless girl like me?"

He snorted, stealing the fork from me and stabbing a bit of breakfast. "Helpless? You? Ha!" He put the fork in his mouth, rolling his eyes. I tried my best to give him a strong, stern stare, but he only laughed at me. He started coughing suddenly; inhaled a piece of toast, it seemed.

"Serves you right!" I smacked him on the back a little, which I knew didn't help at all, but it was still worth a shot, right? Moral support, or something like that.

He recovered, taking in huge gulps of air. He coughed one last time, and let out a breath of relief. "I'm choking to death, and all you can say is, 'serves you right'? You're a terrible girlfriend." Taking the empty plate from my hands and setting it on the nightstand, he continued, "So," shooting me a cross look for effect, "does this mean I'm forgiven? Don't even tell me that wasn't Karma."

I paused, pretending to think about it. I already knew the answer, but I had to make him squirm a bit. "Nope, I don't think so."

He held up his hands, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Well, then," he put his other arm over me, intertwining his fingers over my stomach,"I'll just have to take drastic measures,then."

Drastic measures? What that did that mean? A tight know formed in my stomach thinking about it, exciting me. "Oh? Like?"

Without responding, he leaned forward, placing a slow kiss on my lips. Kissing him back, and turned further into him, putting my hands on his waist. Too soon, his lips left mine. "Am I forgiven?"

I pouted, curling my lip up. "Yeah, that'll do. Don't expect to get off so easy next time, though."

He smiled, nuzzling my neck. "I can handle that. Actually, I need to get in trouble more often."

"Hmm, are you sure? The next time you might get a book to the head."

He winced at the thought, but hugged me a bit tighter. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."

HURR this chapter was fun to write. My dog was the unfortunate victim of finding out if the way they were cuddling was anatomically possible. She wasn't too pleased about it, but I think she got over it.

Another note: Kid got back to his house around 7 am, so at 3:30 he had about 8 hours of sleep. When I'm up that late, I usually wake up after 12-14 hours. I felt like I had to clarify that. ._.

Anyway, this chapter is all fluff, but 11 will be back on track with the plot.