Disgusting. Disgraceful. Disturbing. Utterly imperfect and completely unacceptable. This place was garbage; no symmetry whatsoever. How could these humans possible live out their lives not knowing what foul creatures they were really seen as? One would think that, for a rich kid school, they'd at least have the audacity to fix the mirrors in the bathroom. The calculations had already been made and each mirror was set off at least half an inch to the left, all because the one mirror on the edge was all screwy. He hadn't been here on Earth for more than a day and already he had chose the exact worse place to be. Maybe if he had actually planned his visit down here it would be better.

Then again, Kid had only came down to Earth due to his own failure to stay away from the hole that split the worlds. He couldn't remember it now, but him and Lord Death (his father) got into a silly argument over something and Kid headed out of Death City. The children of Meister Academy weren't supposed to leave Death's grounds without his direct permission; but Kid saw that it was only appropriate considering he was a Shinigami after all. Actually, in all truth, it wasn't his fault he fell. It was someone else's fault. Yeah. He remembered that.

Ah well, he was here now and there was no possible way of getting back up until his Father allowed him permission into their world; which wouldn't possibly happen until the game was over. The game. That's all life was. A game. Death's game to be exact. And everyone in the human world were just minor players. Meaning that Kid was now just a player. Very well then, if it's a game his father wants; then it's a game he's going to get.

Scraping the heels of his shoes against the floor, allowing small groans of distress to flow out of his mouth in order to keep himself from an outburst, Kid glided down the halls of Ouran. While the décor was exquisite, one, being any living being on this God forsaken planet, could tell precisely where the mistakes were hidden. Just like a commoners school, the paint chippings were covered with knock off paint found in the basement, the tiles that were peeling up were simply pounded upon until they stuck to the gum that rested underneath it for decades, and of course, the fruits from the day before were simply rinsed off and thrown into crates; never fresh. Why did Kid know these things? Only because he saw them happening right in front of him. Humans were so blind. Their souls. They reeked of injustice and…imperfectness.

Now. Whether he liked it or not, he was stuck here.

In this city.

In this school.

In this world.

It couldn't be that bad. He had a lovely home to stay in, and already he could tell that he would find much comfort here. The sweet blonde that picked him up off the street had a perfectly symmetrical home; stairs leading in both directions in order to get to the next floor, a bed that was placed neatly in the middle of the room, and best of all, he had at least EIGHT different toothbrushes. Eight! What a marvelous number! Simply splendid! Amazing! Spectacular! Just thinking about how symmetrical everything in the boys home made Kid excited, almost so excited he couldn't contain himself. In fact. He didn't contain himself. Sparkles of pure joy leaked through the pores of his face, enlightening his entire view on life as he skipped the rest of the way to class, wearing a cheeky grin on his face all up until he opened the door.

That's when he saw it. And what a sight it was. A monster. A big disgusting, good for nothing, beast of terror. And it was staring him down. A weight added onto his shoulders as his heart dropped all the way down into the soles of his shoes. Damn this world and all who inhabit it. One drop of happiness present in his mind and a sight like this pushed it directly to the back of his subconscious. How was something like this even close to bearable? Was he expected to sit in here with that..thing staring him down? That terrible, gross, horrifying thing?

"Excuse me. I think I'm in the wrong class. I wasn't told THAT would be in here." Kid pointed to desk in the center of the front row. No one sat at it. Just an empty desk. Oh, but it was much more. Much, much more.

"Pardon?" The teacher looked confusedly at the object, as well as all the rest of the class. "It's a desk.."

"No. It's disgusting."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Watch your mouth young man.."

Kid cut her off, "Disgusting. Foul. Disgraceful. Useless. Imperfect," Kid's fists clenched together as his face shot to the ground in pain, "Asymmetrical!" Kid jumped up in the air in extreme action, hurling himself at the desk. Both the hideous object and Kid toppled over, only the desk landed on top. Shit like this always put up a good fight. "Shinigami….CHOP!" Kid slammed the side of his hand against the desk. Shattering pain shot directly through his hand, leading into his arm and sent a squeal of agony from his mouth. His entire arm went numb and began throbbing with pain as the flesh began to swell.

Murmurs began to sweep across the room as Kid struggled with the desk, using his now only good hand.

"What did he just say?" "I think he said something about going shopping."

Finally Kid gave up. The desk was too heavy to pick up with one arm. Death won this round. Death one, Kid zero. Fair enough game. After a few minutes of pure defeat, the weight of the desk lifted from his chest and he jumped immediately off the floor, holding his fists proudly in the air, "I was just taking a break!" He stopped and looked at his hero for a moment.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

The desk was placed back on it's legs and slid into it's original spot. The corner was still chipped and one of the legs was an inch off the floor so it was all wobbly. No one else cared. Kid cared; but not enough to attempt breaking it again.

"You're welcome." The hero spoke up and held out his hand with a grin; a little too cocky, in all honesty.

"Diegad Kidashio." Kid took the strangers hand, stating his fake human name, shaking it firmly.

"Edward Elric, but you may of already heard of me." Edward gave a cheeky smile and pulled his long sleeved shirt even farther over his other hand.

"No. I haven't. You must be of short importance here.."

"SHORT! WHO YOU CALLIN' SHORT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'D SAY I'M A DWARF! A DWARF! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU PEOPLE, DWARFS MAY BE NICE, BUT THEY ARE NOT MY TYPE!"

"Calm down."

"NOW YOU'RE GOING TO CALL ME A SHORT WITTED CLAM! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SHORT, HUH? YOU KNOW, THIS IS THE THANKS I GET FOR SAVING YOUR SORRY ASS, THEN YOU KNOW WHAT, I JUST WON'T SAVE YOU NEXT TIME! I MIGHT JUST BE TOO SHORT TO DO A DAMN THING NEXT TIME! HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, TROLL?"

Kid slapped his hand to the boys mouth, shoving his face to the side, "Shut up, idiot."

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Three bells went off to signal that class was starting; or at least Kid assumed that was what it was for. Each student took a desk and sat content, waiting for the teacher to start her teaching. Kid pointed out the best desk as possible; it wasn't easy, what with each having some disturbing flaw within them. Finally, in mild satisfaction, Kid placed himself in the right corner of the classroom; he could care less for hearing instructions or even seeing any of the faces of these…creatures. None of them even deserved to breath. Kid was surprised they just didn't kill themselves every time they looked in the mirror. Suicide was always an option when it came to appearance.

Immediately, the teacher assigned a disappointing social project. Whoever you were assigned to today would be your partner for the rest of the year; choose wisely. What was this class anyways? Science or something like that? Maybe. Kid was just randomly put into classes, after all, his roomy's father was the Chairman of the school board and he wouldn't possibly allow an uneducated commoner take residence in his house. Kid had no idea who to work with. A couple of girls looked his way, but they just giggled and turned around with unpleasant words. Kid didn't understand. Or maybe he did, but didn't want to admit it to himself. Either way, he didn't want to be in here. A few times in Death City had he endlessly wished to come down to Earth, but damn, once you get that 'normal' teenage feeling, you just want to run away like a mouse being chased that a cat. His host's quote actually. The day he found him on the street, Kid had tried running away and the blonde called him 'Mousy' as if that made any difference in his attempt to escape.

No one asked to be Kid's partner. So he just sat.

The center of the room cleared out as all the kids joined in pairs of two, all spread out in different sections. Kid looked around for a moment. No one seemed to be available. Then he spotted one boy sitting on the same row as him, in the far left corner. The last kid in the room.

Teacher lady forced the two to sit in the center of the back of the room, paired, as it were.

"I'm.." Kid started.

"I am God." The stranger cut him off, calmly and confidently, not so much as giving a glance in Kid's direction.

"What?"

"Not what. Whom. And whom I am is God. Plain and simple. Don't forget it."

What the hell? Kid, of all people, had to get the one psychopath in the room who hallucinated about dictatorship. No. Not dictatorship. This guy literally thought he was God; the highest of all powers. Not even Kid thought he was God, and he was a Shinigami, possibly the closest thing there was to a God.

"I see. My power is too great for you, it has left you speechless. It's alright, God is not impatient with his subjects. But I do demand that you speak sometimes."

"I'm Diegad Kidashio."

"Kid. I'm Hayato Naoi, your God."

"Whatever."

Teacher lady started off by assigning the project for this week. Each group had to get to know one another a create some sort of big collaboration of their differences and similarities. Everyone seemed to be thrilled, considering the project was simple enough, but Kid's expression didn't even flicker. Damn you humans and your witty asymmetrical traps of doom.

Class from that point on was dedicated to working/talking. Talking in order to get the little social part done with and working so that everyone could at least get started. The rest of class for Kid consisted of grumbling and trying to fix the pencil on his desk. He had gotten everything else to be perfectly positioned along the smooth wood, but this one, really long, pencil decided to be stubborn and roll crookedly every time it was placed next to the others.

One more try.

Two more tries.

Okay, maybe one more.

Last one?

Damn it.

"What are you doing?"

The voice beside Kid finally spoke up. It had been half the entire class period and that was all Naoi-kun had to say. That was all he said. After their God talk, Kid just completely forgot about him, it actually wasn't that hard considering he had sat silently the entire time. Maybe the two could actually get along, but only if they were capable of going along the way they had been. That's when Kid realized. This stranger had been watching him this entire time. That was why he was so quite. Damn. Kid must've looked like a complete fool, inhuman, sitting here keeping only to himself and inanimate objects. Then again, Naoi-kun had really been allowing him to do so. An excuse. Good. "Are you blind? What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You forget your place. I am.."

"God, yeah, I know."

The pencil slid down the desk and into Kid's lap.

Naoi reached.

Kid snapped.

The ground had never felt so good.

Ring. Ring. Class ended.

Floral designes and millions of kid's flashed before his eyes took off at lightening speed down the hallway. First day of school, starting out late, and already he had been violated. Naoi, that boy, that stranger, sexually harassed him. When he went for the pencil, he grabbed onto something else in that area. Why wasn't the heat gone from Kid's face yet? It wasn't that big of a deal. Well, maybe it was. It sure seemed like it was. After all, it wasn't everyday you meet a new person and they "accidentally" get a hold of your "junk".

He continued to zoom through the hallway, sprinting as it were, until a hand grabbed onto his shoulder a shoved him against a wall, "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Naoi stood before him, realizing his collar and offered a somewhat friendly smile, "Hey, partner. I was just making sure we spend as much time as possible together so we can get the project done." His smile remained but his voice deepened and his face got darker as he leaned in closer, "If you tell anyone what just happened. I may have to punish you."

"Get away from me, you asymmetrical freak!" Kid shoved him out of the way and kept walking, slower now as to not draw attention.

"It was an accident!"

"Sure it was!"

The other boy caught up quicker than Kid thought he would. It was impossible to keep him away now. They were partners. Whether he liked it or not; they were partners. Please come and take me away from here, dad.

"Hey, you think I wanted to grab..that!"

"Well it sure did feel like it!"

"I was going for the pencil."

"Who mistakes that for a pencil?"

"You can't blame me, from what I felt it was about the same.."

Smack.

Kid trudged along as Naoi tightly clung to his arm. Apparently if you hit the poor sap he starts to suck up to you. Death's ways of torment were cruel and unusual, but Kid could handle a guy like Naoi, he had handled Black Star before, hadn't he? The two continued on like this until they were just about to pass Music room 3, that's when Naoi stopped him by dragging the heels of his shoes on the floor.

"I must go in there. You, Kid, are going to have my back."

"What's in there?"

"The worst thing you can possibly imagine. A service of injustice."

"Right." Kid nodded curtly and turned over, pressing his back against Naoi's. He was prepared for anything. The worst thing possible, well that had to of been his father, wait. No. The worst thing he could possible imagine was a room with different colored walls, striped wallpaper and a hideous arrangement of furniture. Just thinking of such a disgusting scene sent shivers down his back.

Kid listened silently as Naoi shoved the door open. From both sides of him, light appeared and a breeze shifted just beyond Naoi's figure so that Kid could feel it. Kid grasped onto Naoi's hands from behind his back, allowing him to guide him into the room. He had his back. As much as he hated the boy, he had his back. Partners kind of had to stay together. It was like a weapon and a meister. Except, Kid was the weapon. His wavelengths didn't match Naoi's in anyway. The two were uneven and unexplanatory, but Kid could see that if they tried to match, one of them would get hurt. Compared to Kid's soul, Naoi's was small and..disfigured. That was strange. Kid had never seen a human wavelength looked so funny like that; he'd have to check on that sometime, maybe get Makka down here, or even Stein.

"Welcome, princess!"

Kid quickly moved from behind Naoi's back, positioning himself on his partners side with a karate stance. A group of boys greeted the two with open arms and loving smiles.

"Mousey, how did you find me!" Tamaki, Kid's roommate, cried out with joy.

"Oh. It's you guys." Kid stood up straight and elbowed Naoi in the side, pushing him back. "Sorry this idiot just barged in here unannounced."

"Is this the boy you were telling us about, Tama-chan?" Mitskuni, the small blonde senior approached Kid and tugged on his pant leg, grinning.

"Yes. This, is my wonderful Mousey!" Tamaki twirled over to Kid and wrapped his arms around him. "Isn't he beautiful?"

"Please shut up."

"Kid-chan! Don't be so mean to Tamaki!"

"Mitskuni…" A beautiful creature with a perfectly symmetrical figure and face slid behind the small boy.

"Who are you, my gorgeous friend?" Kid shoved everyone out of the way and gripped onto this boy's hand, staring up at him with eager eyes. He was marvelous, spectacular, it was hard to contain the excitement that simply began to burst through Kid's every being. He didn't deserve to be in this true God's presence, he was a disgrace, a monster. He was simply blinding this piece of beautiful artwork that was crafted as a man.

"Hey!"

Whack.

Kid was kicked away from the boy and sent flying towards the, once again, greeting tile. Naoi hovered over him, face hot red and growled. "Don't be such an idiot, these guys are no good!"

"I'm sorry. But who are you to say that we're no good?" A brown headed boy immerged from behind the couch, easily and attractively. He held his head high and stared Naoi down without hesitation.

"Hayato Naoi. President of class, well, you already know what class, don't you, Light Yagami?"

"Why would I know that?"

"Because you are friends with Kyouya Ootori; he knows everything."

"Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but who are these guys?" A gray headed, innocent looking, boy squeezed out from between the twins and looked to Tamaki who was just sweltering with joy.

"No one wants to here your voice, you stupid pretty boy! Just shut-up and let them finish their conversation!" A hot tempered ginger shouted from a table to the left. He hadn't said one word since the boys came in and seemed to only be there because he had too. Either way, Kid didn't care. He had actually already met Mitskuni, Haruhi, Mori, Tamaki, The Hitachiin Twins, and Kyouya; every other face in this room was new and unimportant.

"They're hosts, my beautiful prince!"

"What?" Kid and Naoi jumped in unison and gave Tamaki a wild glare.

"Are you sure you want to make your guest and his boyfriend part of the host club, Tamaki? Haven't we enough with the new members we added?" Kyouya spoke from behind his new black notebook.

"The more the merrier, right!" Mitskuni giggled with joy, while the two, young, new comers were dragged to the back room to be changed into Ouran uniforms. Kid gave no struggle whereas Naoi practically had a heart attack.

Time for a new experience.