Liz yawned as she walked down the stairs. It was about 7:30 in the morning. Kid wouldn't be up for another half-hour. (see what I did there? –obnoxious author)
As she walked over to the kitchen, she heard patty in the living room. That was weird, Patty never woke up before 9:00.
Green-hair sat on the couch, Patty sitting next to him in giraffe-covered pajamas. They were watching some show on cartoon network, something about aliens. They were laughing together, the huge muscled one and the relatively tiny blonde one, as though they were both ten-year-old siblings.
"Hey Liz. Sleep well?" said green-hair casually.
"yes, thank you." said Liz.
"That's good. Well, I made breakfast for you."
"What?"
"yeah. Figured it was the least I could do, for you letting me stay here and stuff."
Liz looked into the kitchen. Her favorite breakfast, waffles with powdered sugar and bacon on the side, lay on the table, waffles on one side, bacon on the other.
"yum, thanks!" said Liz as she began to eat. She barely even got a few bites down, though, before she heard a voice.
"what… is… this."
"oh, hey Kid." said Liz, looking over her shoulder at Kid, who had just appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"liz… how could you…" he said.
"how could I what?"
"HOW COULD YOU EAT THAT ASSYMETRICAL GARBAGE?"
Liz looked down at her plate, and saw that the bacon was on one side and the waffles on the other. Not symmetrical at all.
She also remembered: because kid could never get bacon to curl perfectly symmetrically in the pan, he had outlawed it in the house.
Before she could protest, before she could even brace herself, kid had taken her breakfast and dumped it down the sink.
"what the hell kid!" she said. "that was my favorite breakfast!"
"correction: it was your favorite assymetrical breakfast."
"…you're evil, you know that?"
"if evil is a synonym for symmetrical, then yes. I am very evil."
Liz groaned. This was hopeless! She stalked over to the couch where green-hair and patty still sat. she sat down in a huff.
"something wrong liz?" said green-hair.
"yeah, I'm ok… its just… I wish kid wasn't so obsessed with symmetry."
"why? What'd he do?"
"threw breakfast down the garbage disposal."
"WHAT?" said green-hair, growling like kid had killed a relative of his. "that bastard! That's it, I'm putting a stop to this. You guys may not want to watch this next bit."
He stalked over to the kitchen, where Kid still tried to get the disposal to dispose symmetrically.
It was a couple of seconds before there was a blue light from the kitchen. There was a crack like a whip, and a noise which sounded like a vacuum cleaner. The blue light lasted for about a minute, then went away. The noises stopped.
Green-hair came out, clutching a huge king cobra. The cobra was brown, and perfectly symmetrical.
"um… what's with the snake?" said Liz.
"I'm glad you asked that Liz." Said green-hair. He put one hand on patty's shoulder, the other on Liz'. "girls, I have some good news."
"I have cured kid's ocd."
Liz and Patty turned around, shocked. This couldn't be true!
Kid had been to hundreds of counselors, and they all quit in frustration. He had tried hundreds of medications, but his shinigami body ejected them automatically, because they were toxins.
"Y-you're kidding." Said Liz.
"This I gotta see!" said Patty happily, flouncing over to the kitchen.
"I'm deadly serious. This," green-hair said holding up the king cobra, "is the embodiment of his symmetry obsessions. I took all his ocd out, then expelled it in a random form. This random form just happened to be a cobra."
Patty came back into the living room, carrying a unconscious kid, bridal-style. She sat him down on the couch, between Liz and herself.
As Kid sat there, his eyes opened. He shook himself all over. His eyes opened, rather glazed-looking.
"Kid?" said green-hair said, squatting down in front of him. "how many fingers am I holding up." He held up his hands, five fingers raised on one, two more raised on the other.
"seven." Said Kid casually.
Liz and Patty gasped. Normally Kid refused to say the number seven if his life depended on it.
"does that bother you?" said green-hair, slowly, as though he were speaking to a not-very-bright child.
"no. why should it?" said Kid. "seven's just a number, after all. No different then any other."
Liz and Patty were now gawking at Kid. Was it true? Had his symmetry obsession really been cured? It was almost too good to be true!
"one more test." Green-hair said. He went over to the painting hanging above the TV. Gently, making sure Kid could see him, Green-hair nudged the painting so that it was crooked for several inches.
Kid didn't even blink. "um… ok… whatever. I'm gonna go back to bed now. Sleep until nine or something. Liz, Patty, make yourselves breakfast." He slowly walked up the stairs.
Liz and Patty stared after him. Normally Kid would have spit up blood and fallen on the floor, or at least attempted to fix the painting!
Also, Kid always called them 'Elizabeth and Patricia.' Right then, he had called them their usual names.
Not to mention, kid always made his sentences carefully crafted, but those sentences had come out of his mouth with little or no thought to them.
Liz and Patty then looked at each other. Their shocked expressions grew into gleeful smiles. It was as though an evil dictator had had a heart attack, leaving his subjects free to enjoy themselves.
Which is exactly what they did.
The next week was quite possibly the best of Liz and Patty's lives.
Liz could finally eat ice cream without having to take the scoops exactly symmetrically from the carton!
Patty could finally play with her favorite giraffe! (which had non-symmetrical spots)
Liz could read her non-symetrical magazines without having to lock herself up in her room while she did it!
Patty could finally dance around to her favorite songs, without having to dance in perfectly symmetrical patterns!
Liz could eat as much waffles and bacon as she could fit in her stomach!
Patty could go on a giraffe-toting rampage through the manor, knocking over candles and paintings as she did!
Yes, this was about as close to nirvana as it could get for the Thompson sisters.
Kid even joined them in a game of twister, which he had outlawed due to the non-symmetrical body positions and spots.
As Liz enjoyed herself, she noticed Kid watched them both with disdain. She figured this was the last vestiges of his ocd, and thought even this would go away after a while. Even if it didn't, it was easier to live with a few glares then a kid in a tuxedo having seizures at the slightest bit of non-symmetrical-ness.
Oh how little did she know…
Not bad if I do say so myself! I really like how this chap came out.
Like the cliffhanger? Continued in next chap!
This is a little 2-bit fluff, before we go back to the main storyline. Sort of a what-if kind of storyline, as in what-if kid wasn't so obsessed with symmetry.
I own nothing other then green-hair.