GlassAlice: I had my thoughts well collected on this one, so it didn't take as long as usual. I want to thank all of you who reviewed so fast to the last chapter, really had me shocked and happy all at the same time. So read on! Here's the next chapter of Wonderful Nightmare!

Chapter 7: Symmetrically Mistaken

"Horrible! I hate it! Not what I wanted at all!" Photographs went flying off the table, into the air. All of them but one photo lay on the table now.

I-I don't understand.

"You expect me to work with this?! Get rid of her!" The photographer from before, in all her voice crackling glory, was in an angry rage in the meeting room.

"Calm down!" The other staff were all trying to stop her from stomping on the photographs and hitting other people around her.

Maka turned towards Death the Kid, who was looking onto the scene with an ever emotionless look on his face. "Hey, u-um…" Maka stumbled over her words, not sure how to take in the situation. Kid failed to acknowledge her, but that didn't stop the photographer from noticing her.

"Y-You! Wasting all of our time!" The photographer pointed at Maka, who flinched, now trembling a bit. The photographer picked up the last photo from the table, crumbled it up and threw it at Kid, who caught it with skill. "You agree with me don't you?! She's horrid!" Maka glanced up at Kid, fidgeting wildly.

Horrid?

Kid uncrumpled the photo and glanced at it, first emotionless. Then a look of distaste spread across his face. "Yes," he looked down at Maka, who was a little shorter than him, "I am appalled." Maka almost fell back at his words. She looked at him like she was lost, confused.

Why?

"Hey, what's with all the yelling?...Hmm?" A white haired, gleaming red eyed guy stepped into the meeting room. Glancing around confused, before Kid handed him the photo he just looked at. Soul looked at it, made no change in his facial expression, and then looked back up, "like I said, what's with all the yelling? It's too early in the morning to be doing this."

"Soul! She's ruining your image, she's not giving me what I want!" The photographer complained to the still confused looking Soul.

"What do you mean? This picture is great." Soul showed the photo to the rest of the people in the room, who all nodded in agreement. Maka moved to the side slightly to catch a glimpse at it. She froze in place. "You did a great job with it."

Oh, I see.

Maka breathed in and out, calmed down now.

"No no no! What's the first thing you see in this picture?! It's not Soul at all! It's her!" The photographer pointed at Maka once more, but this time, Maka didn't move an inch. Instead, she stood her ground. "She's not matching Soul in the least! I can't use any of these photos and it's all her fault!"

Soul took a step forward, "Hey! It's my fault that I couldn't keep up with a model at her job, its not-"

"That's enough." Maka sternly interrupted. Soul was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "She's right."

"What-"

Maka cut Soul off once more, "I misjudged thinking that I would be able to finish this job quickly, which made me not consider the image as a whole for this photo shoot, love and chocolate. As a supporting model, I should've made Soul Eater the main focus instead of taking the lead of the photo shoot myself. It's my fault." Maka emphasized her last sentence clearly to Soul, who looked at her, as if trying to figure out what to say to help her. Maka bowed to the photographer, "I apologize for my thoughtlessness, I hope in the next shoot I will be able to please you," the photographer was obviously about to reject the very idea, but then Maka shut her up, "if that's alright with Death the Kid."

Kid, who's eyes were fixated still on the picture of Maka and Soul, in which Soul was gazing deeply into Maka's clever-hinted eyes, both of them wrapped to each other like glue, crumbled up the photo quickly and threw it at the table, "I didn't come here for nothing correct?" He directed his question to the photographer, who simply nodded her head in submission to Kid's demands.

oOo

Maka stood a different layout from before, instead of white all around, it was black. Maka was wearing a white dress which hung so loosely that the straps were falling off of her shoulders. Her hair was combed straighter than usual, let down onto her shoulders. Making her look like an angel who descended amongst all the black. She lazily, yet elegantly, sat on the black couch. Kid, who just finished in wardrobe, walked onto the set, wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned a bit at the top, with a pair of deep purple pants, making Maka almost lose her cool demeanor. She stifled a laugh and looked up at him, her eyes slightly sleepy looking.

"Stand," Kid ordered her while reaching out his hand to her. She reached her arm up slowly, taking grasp of his hand.

A click from the camera signaled the start of things.

"Hold each other's hands." The photographer said, now listless and not interested as she was with Soul before.

Obviously a Soul Eater fan.

Maka decided to go with what Kid's golden, stern eyes were telling her to do. She got up from her sitting position and stood up. Wrapping her fingers in-between his, which didn't reciprocate the action.

Maka heard a slight whisper from the staff, "Is it just me or did the mood change? Maka and Kid definitely look better together than Soul does with Maka."

Which made Maka think again.

Soul…How am I supposed to…

"You're distraught. At a loss of what to do?"

A voice said from Maka's right. She turned swiftly, her eyes wide.

Another click in the background.

"If so, than you should make perfect symmetry with him," Kid looked towards her, still showing a face of blankness.

"Huh?" Maka's cool attitude dropped almost completely.

"Stop that!" The photographer scolded, making Maka focus again.

"What do you mean?" Maka questioned, looking away from him.

Kid looked at Maka, distaste once more on his face.

Here we go, what word will it be now? Rotten? Useless? "Trash heap fool!"

Maka thought about the last one to herself.

I wouldn't be able to contain my laughter if he said that all Kingly-like.

Maka looked away from Kid, bracing herself for the insult.

"Mirror him, is what I mean," Kid put bluntly, glancing from the corner of his eye towards Maka.

Maka got wide eyed once more, this time, a look of disbelief spread across her face. Like an "ah hah" moment, she turned swiftly towards him.

"Give me something different!" The photographer cranked out. "Get some lights on them!" The staff scurried to change the positions of the lights around the set.

Kid, who was paying no attention to the photographer, was staring blank faced at Maka, who looked up at him like he was her savior. The light shined brightly.

"Y-you…your…symmetry," Kid stumbled over his words. Maka titled her head to the side, confused and unsuspecting to what happened next.

A click went off as a pair of hands shot up towards Maka's face, smoothing back her hair and cupping her cheeks. Maka, still a bit out of it, looked up at Kid, who was staring at her with a wild look in his eyes. "K-kid?" Maka muttered, her breath on his face from him being so close. She moved her leg a bit at the same time, he moved forward, making them trip over each other. Kid landed right on top of Maka, his hands now moving through her hair roughly.

Another click went off.

Maka could smell his shampoo.

Like fresh cotton. Sort of girly.

Maka looked up at the wild eyed Kid and decided to put into practice what she had just learnt. She tugged on his shirt sleeve as he pulled her hair back, making her head fling backwards suddenly. Her body small under him, he got closer to her face.

"Move the lights in more!" The photographer shouted orders, now suddenly more upbeat about the photo shoot. More clicks in sequence now.

The lights shone down on Maka's skin, making her look even more angelic than before. Her skin seeming to be shimmering. Kid slowly laid his forehead to Maka's as he let one of his hands free from the tassels of her hair and up her leg. Maka let out a moan without noticing. His hands icy cold on her skin.

"Ah~"

Maka closed her eyes and so did Kid. Maka's situation didn't allow her for time to think. The staff were immediately sent silent, one staff member was so shocked at the voice that he almost made a light topple over, which returned Maka to her normal skin tone.

Kid opened his eyes slightly to gaze upon her face once more, but distaste once more spread across his face. His shot up quickly, removing himself from her.

One last click as he look down upon her in dissatisfaction. The photographer had nothing to say, obviously flabbergasted. Maka looked over towards the staff and saw Marie, who happened to be absent for most of the drama, giving her a big smile. She gave her one in return, when she looked back to Kid, he was already fixing himself, buttoning up his shirt again and smoothly fixing the couch and other various things.

"Kid?" Maka questioned after getting back up on her feet. Her question was returned with a glare that seemed to have hate waves vibrating out of it. He walked off of the stage, passing by a white haired individual who happened to get there right before Maka was knocked to the ground. Maka looked over at Soul, who was looking down, not saying a word or even looking up at her.

What's wrong with Soul?

Maka clenched her chest and tried to walk towards him, to no avail. Marie stepped in front of her first, pulling her over to the photographer, making her bow immediately.

"Give her another chance with Soul! I'm sure she'll impress you!" Marie pleaded with the photographer, apparently not for the first time since the meeting room incident.

"I thought about what you said and," the photographer looked Maka up and down, "I guess we'll try one more time." The photographer gave Maka a snarl, which was not as bad as straight forwardly demanding her to be fired, so it was a start. "Moving sets!" The photographer yelled.

oOo

"I see you learned something from Kid." Soul smirked, wearing the previous outfit as before. Maka stood in front of him, staring.

I swear something was wrong.

"You okay?" Maka gazed up at Soul.

"Oh, you're actually worried about me? How sweet of you," Soul got closer and took a peak down at her chest, "Nope, apparently learning things won't make them grow huh?"

Maka pummeled him with pillows.

"Be more serious!" The photographer yelled. Maka flinched and dropped the pillows.

"After you~" She smirked, still holding one dangerously behind her back.

"Well of course," Soul smirked back, reaching behind her temptingly, grabbing the pillow and tugging at it playfully, "What did you expect?"

oOo

"It's a shame you lost the chocolate commercial job to Tsubaki," Marie sighed, staring up at the TV on the bus.

"Well, she did look better with Soul than I did, more mature, what they needed for the commercial," Maka pointed out as the bus came to a stop. "I still can't thank you enough for backing me up in doing the photo shoot with Soul again. Thanks." Maka smiled, taking a few steps off the bus.

"Oh course! I am your manager after all!" Marie gave her thumbs up.

Both of them stepped off the bus, seeing as they had arrived at their destination. Night had fallen and the day was finally ending. They strolled up to the front door of the apartments.

"Oh yes, Death the Kid asked me to pass along a message for you Maka," Marie smiled, but Maka instead got a frown on her face.

"Yes?" Maka sighed.

"He says, 'Don't let lights hide you're lack of skill in symmetry. I cannot believe I was deceived in such a way.'" Marie imitated his voice, making it sound slightly less serious that Kid had probably meant it to be, "What's that mean Maka?"

"Hell if I know." Maka shrugged, not bothering to dwell on the words of Kid before she was about to take a nice bath and hit the hay. "What'd you do with the copies of the photos of Kid and I anyway? You ran off as soon as they handed them out."

"Sending them to Shibusen HQ of course, I had to show the president how brilliant Maka was! I'm sure he'll be so proud of you!" Marie said gleefully.

Like such a higher up would actually have time to pay attention to me. I didn't even get the job in the end.

Maka watched as Marie hummed to herself happily.

But I guess I might as well be optimistic about it huh?

Let the delusions live on.

Maka passed by a man in white, smoking, as she opened the door of the apartments.

"Let me walk you to your room, just to be sure. Alright Maka?" Marie asked.

"Sure-"

"Maka Albarn?" A hand grabbed onto Maka as she was walking into the front door.

"Y-yeah?" Maka flinched, slightly creeped out by the lab coat, cracked glasses, stitches and huge cork screw head piece.

"May I have a word?" The professor grinned widely, showing his bare teeth.

GlassAlice: So this chapter has drawn to a close, and I can't even wait to finish the next one, look forward to it!

(Don't just add this to your favorites and move on, because that doesn't make Maka and Soul happy at all.)

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