Perfect Symmetry
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I just noticed that I had a different chapter up than this one for a while, which is embarrassing. I have every chapter of PS in the Doc Manager, and it isn't in order, so I accidentally put up the wrong one. Hahaha.
HOLY CRAP! I'm NOT dead!
Some time to myself, finally! My little German is spending the night somewhere in Mille Lacs with the rest of the group, so I have some time to write, finally!
We took them to MoA the other day, and they were like, "...Oh mein Gott!" It was interesting, that's for sure. I'm proud to say my little German is an adrenaline junkie. She rode every ride like a pro.
Did you know they don't have Abercrombie and Fitch in Germany? She loves that store. The smell gives me a headache.
"I want you to let me move in with you."
It took me a minute to process what she had just said. I stared at her dumbly for as while as she continued talking, only catching a few words of what she was saying.
"If I walk in on Soul and –"
What was I going to say? I couldn't say no without offending her and making her mad at me. She'd think something was wrong, and from there she might get suspicious of me, accuse me of something, and that might end our relationship.
"Castrate him with his own arm –"
But I couldn't say yes without telling her about everything. The barrier on my soul, Artemis, my mother, all of it. Would she reject me for it? Would she accept it? I had no idea. Maka could be unpredictable sometimes. That might end out relationship, too.
"So, what do you say? I'm on the brink of insanity, here."
But even if she was unpredictable, she was also one of the most understanding and caring people I knew. If anyone was going to be okay with it, it was her. It didn't help ease the pinch of nervousness in my stomach though. I smiled at her, and put my hand on hers.
"Of course you can move in with me, but..."
"But?" She looked concerned, though she had the right to be. I hated seeing her that way, her eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and a worried frown.
"I have to talk to you about something first, is all." I smiled softly, an attempt to make her feel better that failed. She looked even more concerned than before, and took her hand out from under mine. The metal of the table was cold in the shade. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her it "wasn't a big deal" or anything, because it was. "It doesn't have anything to do with you, I promise!" Her eyebrows went up even higher, a red flag. That hadn't been a very good answer.
"Oh? Then who does it have to do with, Kid?"
"Well, me. Maka..." I struggled to find words, fretting as the nervous feeling grew. Maka looked less than pleased, leaned back with her arms crossed over her chest, expecting an answer. Where to start?
I took a deep breath, might as well start with what I knew first. "To start, about a month ago, I'd have strange dreams, especially when I fell asleep in class or around people," And from there, the story went on and on. I told her about the dreams, about my father, about Freya and Artemis. The entire time she simply listened. Occasionally her eyebrows would go up, her brow would furrow, or she'd hum softly. Never once did she ask a question or interrupt me. She put her hand on mine when my mother came up, and I had to pause to recollect myself. I wasn't going to cry like a child in front of Maka, even though I'm sure she would forgive me under the circumstances. She looked more upset about it than me sometimes. Either way, my story continued for nearly half an hour, until I finally wrapped it up with, "So after all that, do you want to stay with me? I'll understand completely if you go."
She paused, her hand still on mine. She clenched her slender fingers around my palm, staring wordlessly. I could practically see her thinking, considering every detail. Her sad, emerald eyes turned up to me after a long moment. My heart almost stopped, but I forced the feeling away. If she wants to go, she can. It's whats best for her.
"Kid..."
The way she said my name made the guilt and sadness in my heart double, if not triple. It was one word filled with sorrow and hurt.
"I wish you would have told me sooner." Her eyes flicked back to our hands. She hadn't let go, which I took as a good sign. "You're an idiot." That wasn't the answer I was expecting. A sad smile flashed across her lips as she looked up at me, and she clicked her tongue at me. "Don't block your soul, and stop being a reaper for my sake. I won't let you."
"Maka, it was the only way."
"No, it was the only way you found by yourself, in a few days. If we looked into it, I'm sure we could find another way to make this work without forcing you to give up your birthright. Besides, isn't that what caused you all that pain during training? I never want that to happen again."
"Maka, you don't understand; without the barrier you'll die. The price is worth the pain, Maka! I love you, even if you don't feel the same way anymore, I can accept that. Someday you'll want kids, and I won't be able to give you that! I can-"
"-I still love you Kid! Besides, I'm way too young to be thinking about having children." She shook her head, a bright red blush on her cheeks. "Besides, if Reapers do have kids, they'll eventually fade away and be replaced by them. I don't want that to happen to you, Kid; you'll die!" She was absolutely right about that part, and I had no intention of having children for a long, long time. That thought brought me to the sad realization that I would live a lot longer than Maka... I forced that thought out of my mind, turning my attention to the sandy blonde across from me. "No, I'm not going to leave you. I know there's a way to fix this, to make it work." I didn't know how to respond. I felt like a complete bastard for doubting Maka, even for a second. She really felt that way? "But, I'm still mad at you."
Damn it. For what?
"Kid, you don't have to hide these things from me, and it pisses me off that you didn't tell me sooner. You have to trust me if this is going to work."
I parted my fingers and looked at her. Her eyes were narrowed to a stern glare, and her grip on my hand was painfully tight.
"I'm sorry, Maka. I know I should have, but...I was scared." Her gaze softened (though she still looked impressively pissed of) and her death grip on my hand loosened. To my amazement (and concern) I found they had a dull purple hue. She really didn't know her own strength sometimes. I looked back up at her, wiggling my fingers to try and get them back to their natural, pale color. "I hope you can forgive me for not telling you sooner. It won't happen again, I can assure you.
She icily responded, "It better not." She still wore that stern glare that made me feel like I was the most disgusting, puppy-kicking scum on the face of the earth. But after her dark and threatening proclamation, her scowl faded, replaced with a more worried frown. "...I figured Artemis wasn't a magic animal." She drummed her fingers on the table unhappily.
I knew Maka had no love for witches, but she had to know that not every single one of them was a little Medusa. "She's a wonderful woman." I tried my best to smile at her reassuringly, but she only glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and went back to staring at the table. "Oh, come on. She's been nothing but kind to you."
She snorted, and rolled her eyes. "So was Medusa, until she snapped."
"What about Angela?" Her lip twitched in annoyance at my challenge to her logic. Angela was nothing more than a child, who followed Black*Star like a puppy whenever she got away from Mafune. Maka couldn't say she hated her, too. I had seen them playing together on multiple occasions.
"Angela is a child. She's too young for that stuff. How old is Artemis?"
"The centuries are in the double-digits. But that's no reason to condemn her. At least give her a chance, for me?"
I could tell she wasn't pleased about it, but she huffed, and nodded. "Fine. But if she slips up even once..."
I let out a small sigh. If Maka wanted to get to Artemis, she'd have to get through me first. But I hoped that was a bridge we'd never have to cross. I stood up, taking her hand and pulling her out of her chair. "So, if you're going to be moving in with me, we'll have to pack your things, right?"
With a deer-in-the-headlights expression, she let me tug her out of the small shop with only a little resitance. "Hey, wait! I'm still mad at you!"
I rolled my eyes at her. "You sure sound like it." Really, her statement was more like a question, and it sounded a bit more confused than angry. But as I summoned the Beelzebub, she hopped on with no complaint, wrapped her arms around my waist, and smiled the whole way to her apartment. Yup, she was definitely still pissed off.
When we arrived, she seemed a bit nervous about entering; hesitating a moment, holding the key in her hand. She turned red, and mumbled something about "Don't want to see that..." I leaned over her, putting my palms on the wood and pressing my ear to the door. I couldn't hear anything, but knocked just in case. No response.
"It's safe."
Maka let out a relieved sigh, and unlocked the door, stepping in. It was indeed empty; no lights were on, and it devoid of people or magical cats. "You don't have to help me pack, Kid." She started to wave at the couch, but halfway through the gesture she stopped, and let her hand fall. "You can...you know...sit on the floor, if you want..." She scratched the back of her head, waving a hand apologetically.
"No, I'll help. It's no problem, really." I smiled at her, and she nodded. Her apartment was small, but clean and homely. We stepped into her room, a small square with a bed, a closet, and a single bookshelf, stuffed to capacity with colorful bindings. The closet was little more than a dent in the wall, and she pulled a small suitcase out of the corner, throwing it onto the bed and unzipping it. I felt like a brick, taking up her space to move around, but she never asked me to help her, nor could I think of anything to do, so we made idle chit-chat as she slowly filled the bag. It was about half full when she stopped putting clothes in it, and turned to her bookshelf.
She was really going to use half of the space she had to bring books? "Maka, we can make another trip..." She scoffed, and continued looking through and neatly piling the ones she wanted.
"It's only the books I can't live without!" She stuck out her lip as she crammed three more into the suitcase.
"I don't think you'll die if leave a few books behind for a day." At the rate she was going, she'd have the entire case with her. She huffed unhappily, but left the rest of the books where they were. "C'mon, it's getting late."
"Alright, alright." She flopped the cover over, zipping the bag shut. She patted it with finality, and looked around. "This might be the last night I stay here." She looked around with sad eyes, falling onto the bed with a huff.
"You told Soul you were leaving, right?" I sat next to her, putting my hand on her knee. She leaned into my side, and I put an arm around her.
"Yup. He said it was 'uncool', but I don't think he meant it. He gets the whole place to himself, now." She put her hand on mine, lacing her fingers through my own. "No more worrying about me walking in on him."
Soul will definitely enjoy that. We sat in silence for a few long moments, the only sounds were our breathing. I broke it by adding, "I'm glad this hasn't affected your relationship with Soul."
She agreed with an, "Mhmm, me too. But we're close enough to understand that being apart might be the best option." She smiled, and looked up at me.
I leaned down and kissed her, her lips parting and allowing me in. The kiss broke with a wet, satisfying noise. She hummed, bring her legs up on the bed and leaning into me more. "You know, Kid, I don't think it's fair that Soul gets to have all the fun here." She played with one of the buttons on my shirt not-so-innocently, looking up at me with sly green eyes.
"You're absolutely right." A loud bang echoed through the apartment as Maka used her foot to carelessly push the suitcase off the bed and to the floor.
This is happening. The blonde hummed, drumming her fingers on my chest for a moment, thinking. "Aha," She got up, quickly slipping out of the room. I exhaled heavily. This is happening! I had though about it, and if it was half as good as I'd imagined, this was going to be a fun night indeed. I could hear some rustling from across the hallway, followed by an excited, "Ha!"
I kicked the suitcase further from the bed (hurting my foot in the process. How many books were in there, exactly?) waiting impatiently for her return. Liz and Patti loved to talk, and they loved making me awkward. So putting those two things together, I knew more than I should about what women want. Maybe I should have thanked them.
Maka slipped back into the room, leaving the door open slightly. She smirked slyly, reclaiming her place on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning against me. We fell back onto the mess of blankets, kissing and letting our hands wander.
It was all happening so fast. I had a plan in my head before, a scenario that was set out just right, with all the details planned perfectly; but I didn't give a damn about that anymore. Me and Maka were alone together, in her house, on her bed... Hell yes.
She ran a hand through my hair, tugging on the waistband of my pants with the other, but not hard enough to get them off. I wished she'd just get rid of those truly awful things, they were getting a bit tight. I moaned impatiently, running my hands over her slender waist, and onto her hips. I roughly shoved my thumbs under the waistband of her skirt. She smirked at me, and crossed her legs ever so slightly. Not this again. "You dirty tease." She had me, and she knew it. I couldn't just take the skirt straight off, if I wanted it gone, I'd have to do it one side at a time, and that wasn't symmetrical.
She giggled, ruffling my hair with one of her hands. I glared flatly at her, which only made her laugh harder. "This isn't even fair."
"Life isn't fair, Kiddo." She leaned down as she spoke, brushing her lips softly against the shell of my ear. That woman knew how to use her voice, and it was driving me insane. She sighed like it was a huge inconvenience to her, but straightened her legs again. I smirked victoriously, and as I had the offending article of clothing around her knees – the sound of the door opening made us both freeze instantly.
"Shit! Soul is back!" She rolled off of me, tugging her skirt back up to her waist and scooping her black jacket off of the floor, placing it around her shoulders. She looked around frantically, turning to me and gesturing for me to get up as she picked the suitcase up off of the floor.
"Maka!" I sat up, hissing at her as quietly as I could, "What am I supposed to do with...this?"
She stopped, glanced at my pants, and snorted loudly. I didn't think it was very funny, but she had to bite her hand to keep from laughing.
"Maka!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Sorry my ass.
"Maka? Are you home?" Soul's footsteps were getting closer and closer to her room. She grabbed my wrist, hauling me off the bed at pointing urgently at the closet. No. There was no way I was hiding in her closet. I shook my head, earning me a slap to the back of the head.
"Yeah, just a second, Soul!" She put her hands on my back and roughly shoved me into the closet, closing the door behind me. Without a second to spare, I could hear her door creak slightly as Soul peered into her room. "Hey! Where've you been?"
"Eh, you know. Out."
Great. I was hot and bothered, in a dark closet, with nowhere to go, and Maka was making small talk with Soul. Just get him out of here!
"Oh, alright. I was just packing my things. I'm going to Kid's tonight." There was a long pause, followed by a loud sigh from the weapon.
"If you ever need to come back, Maka, you're always welcome here, alright?"
I was going to hang myself with one of Maka's panties if they didn't hurry up. Wait a minute, Maka's panties? Well, this just got a little more tolerable. No, that wasn't fixing my problem! Wait a minute, was that a thong? No, damn it!
"I know, Soul. Thank you."
"Be safe, okay?"
"What would I do with Kid that isn't sa-" There was another pause, a realization, and a loud crack that even I could hear. "Soul!"
"Ow, ow! I'm sorry!" He groaned, mumbling angrily. Maka had probably just hit him with a book. I almost laughed at the irony, though. Soul was completely right. "Sorry for caring! Hitting people with books is so uncool. But seriously, Maka, don't do anything stupid. If you need a co- Wait! I'm kidding! Take a joke, Maka!"
The temptation to say, "Don't worry, Soul, I've got it covered!" was almost overwhelming. It took a lot of willpower, but I resisted. But I still had a problem though, and my erection absolutely refused to cease. Okay, maybe if I thought about horrible, unattractive things, it would go away on its own. What were some unattractive things? Seven. The number seven was a truly awful number. Disgustingly asymmetrical, not to mention it was a prime number. I think I should have been embarrassed by the fact that was working, but I didn't care. Okay, something else. I racked my mind for anything that would instantly kill my mood, and I found my solution in one word: "Fool!" I hated Excalibur with a burning passion. One with the intensity of a thousand suns that would never falter. Seriously, why did that little dog-thing think he had the right to call everyone a fool? Plus, how come he never wore pants? No pants, I mean- Oh...Fuck! Damn it! No! I exhaled through my nose as quietly as I could. Okay, I was fine now.
"I'm going to bed, Maka. I'll see you around."
"Alright Soul. Good-night!" Soul shuffled out, and I heard the door click shut. After a short pause, and the sound of the shower started. I let out a sigh relief at the same time as Maka, and she knocked on the closet door. "Okay, Kid, you can come out of the closet now!"
I slid the door open, and stepped back into her room.
"Well, I'm glad to see you finally came out of the closet. I thought you were never going to." She smirked, avoiding eye contact with me.
"Ah ha ha." I rolled my eyes at her, walking past as she giggled. She could be so immature sometimes. I picked up her suitcase, and beckoned her out the door.
She glanced me over, and raised her eyebrows. "I see you took care of your little problem." She giggled again, escaping the room before I could reply. I just sighed, and followed her out. The sooner we got home, the better. I was truly exhausted.
Maka had finally calmed down, and we walked side by side out of the apartment complex, and onto the street. She took my free hand in hers, lacing our fingers together. "I'm sorry Kid." She hip-checked my gently, whimpering softly when I ignored her. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" That caught my attention.
"Will you, now?" I raised my eyebrows at her. I wasn't sure how much I trusted her to truly 'make it up to me' in the way she implied.
"Yup." She nodded, swinging our hands back and forth as I pulled the suitcase across the bumpy road. Untwisting her hand from mine, she giggled and reached into one of the pockets of her long, black coat. I watched out of the corner of my eye, I could hear a small crinkling noise, and she pressed a small wrapper into my hand.
Oh. That's what she had done in Soul's room. I smirked, putting the condom in my back pocket. "I didn't know you had this in you, Maka."
She punched my shoulder lightly, a dark blush coloring her face. "Don't get used to it." With a small sigh, she put an arm around my waist, and I did the same. "Hey, Kid."
"Yeah?"
"I don't care if you've got a corrosive soul, a crazy witch friend, or anything. I still love you."
I smiled, and pulled her closer to me. "I don't care if you're the biggest tease I've ever met, if you act like you're ten sometimes, or anything. I still love you too."
Hm, I think I'm going to keep PS rated "T". But, when I write the sequel, (Yes, when, not if) that'll definitely be rated "M". (unless you guys really want this bumped up. ._. ) Kid's kind of a horny little fuck, I could manage that.
And sorry if Maka's response was...underwhelming. They're going to butt heads about a lot of stuff later on, and right now Maka and Kid are in a kind of 'honeymoon' phase. Eventually she'll get a little older and go, "Oh, shit..."
THANK YOU to all the reviewers! 50+ reviews, aw yeah!
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