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Kid pulled up short and smoothed down Liz's left brow.
"Your eyebrows are growing wildly and are becoming unbalanced again..." He reached instinctively for the tweezers in his pocket, "I don't understand why you and Patti can't control these small forests of yours! Would it be that hard to pull out a pair of tweezers and pluck the OBVIOUSLY ASYMMETRICAL STRANDS? Have you no self respect?"
Liz huffed and she knocked his hand away feeling oddly disappointed.
"Yeah, because EVERYONE enjoys meticulously plucking their eyebrow hairs until they are symmetrical," Liz replied quite sarcastically.
"If only everyone held such values..." Kid stared off into the distance for a few moments before returning to reality, and to his disappointment the world was still unbalanced.
Liz walked over to sit on the edge of Kid's bed, still a little dejected from the feeling of rejection. Was she crazy, or did it almost seem like Kid was about to kiss her? Would she have kissed back? Was she about to? Liz internally pondered her natural reaction to Kid's almost-kiss, and gradually became more and more alarmed as she discovered that she had wished that he had kissed her and was dissatisfied that he didn't. Did she like Kid, or was this just a natural reaction? Liz decided on the latter of the two answers, simply based on two factors: one known and one unknown. The known factor being that liking her meister freaked Liz out to an extreme extent. The unknown factor was that she was in denial.
Kid, completely oblivious to Liz's reaction, decided to sit next to her. He was not, unlike Liz, worried about being confined to the medium-sized bedroom. He, of course,was very aware of the incident and though he found his father's safety precautions a bit over-the-top, he knew how very necessary they were. Kid also expected that, in the morning, the door would unlatch itself once again and release them from his quarters. He hadn't told Liz or Patti about the incident yet. In fact, he hadn't told any of the gang about the incident, and he didn't know how to bring any of it up. There didn't seem to be a right time to bring up a horrific truth that had happened in his life. It was one of the reasons that Kid had to have a long and serious talk with his father before finally convincing him to allow him to enroll in the academy. He just wasn't ready to tell Liz yet...who was he kidding? He wasn't ready to tell anyone, ever. However, the time was coming where Kid could no longer hide the incident from his friends. They were becoming too close, asking too many questions. Kid sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the incoming stress headache before it took over his brain.
Liz looked over at Kid in concern when she saw him rub his temples. Was he just worried about being stuck in this room, or was there something else? He had been acting fairly secretive lately... None of their birthdays were coming up, so it wasn't that. Maybe Lord Death had discussed something troubling with Kid unbeknownst to her and Patti? Liz knew that Kid would tell her in his own time, but she was tired of him never opening up to her. She knew almost nothing about the Shinigami's past or childhood. It seemed like Kid blocked out a large chunk of it, but Liz wasn't exactly sure why. Kid had to have had a relatively happy childhood. Minus the absence of a mother figure, Kid's childhood had been a young boy's dream. He had a loving father who was very capable of protecting him and had a substantially large and notable supply of cash in the bank. Liz didn't know why Lord Death had such an abundant supply of cash, considering he didn't actually get paid for watching over Death City.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Kid realized that a heavy silence had fallen over the two, strangling them into submission. This wasn't the normal, peaceful silence that he favored but a silence that crushed down on him and made his breath quicken. He bit the inside of his cheek as the awkward air painfully squeezed his insides. Kid needed to speak and fill the air with something, anything...even if he was slightly uncomfortable speaking about it.
"You know..." he began scratching the back of his head and then quickly smoothing it down to perfection, "You never finished your sentence earlier."
Liz tilted her head, genuinely confused as she brushed strands of hair that fell into her eyes and somehow became tangled in her eyelashes. "What are you talking about?"
Kid sighed and unconsciously wringed his hands. "What happened earlier today..."
"I didn't really mean what I said Kid..." she examined the pattern on the floor avoiding the intense stare of his golden eyes that could see into her deepest self.
"If you didn't mean it you never would've said it..." He mumbled quietly, almost level with a whisper. Kid's eyes closed and his eyebrows knitted together as a pained expression flowed into his face as he remembered the event.
Patti was giggling and muttering incoherently underneath her breath, most likely to Mr. Giraffe who was sprawled on the ground next to her in "defeat", Liz was eyeing her nails in deep concentration while muttering something about cuticle care, and Kid leaned against the hallway wall, making sure that he was positioned perfectly in the center. The twin pistols were wearing two identical, and quite revealing shirts that were even more low cut than usual. The young Grim Reaper's mouth twitched as his eyes flashed back and forth from his weapons. He took a deep breath trying to control himself but...THERE WAS TOO MUCH SKIN! It was hard enough trying to ignore the drastic difference in cup sizes between the two, but the shirts they were currently wearing brought Kid's symmetry obsession about their bodies to a whole new level. In weapon form the Thompson sisters were absolutely perfect...but otherwise they were as different as two human beings could possibly be...specifically their breasts.
It wasn't long before Kid lost his control. He abandoned his spot on the wall and approached the older of the sisters. "Liz..." He swallowed, "I need to talk to you about something..." She looked up with a frown, just recently noticing that her pinky nail had a slight chip on it.
"Sure Kid." She adjusted her hat as she waited for him to speak.
"You know how you are allowed to shop for whatever clothing you like as long as you and Patti match?"
"...Yes?" Liz replied hesitantly, not sure where he was going with this. She knew it wasn't about the symmetry of the clothes, because she had the guidelines for shopping down to a science.
Kid wet his lips as he thought of a way to put this delicately so that she wouldn't become offended. "As you know, I strive for perfect symmetry...and well, the shirts you are wearing create a slight problem."
Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her jaw, "What do you mean?" There was an eerily calm yet haunting tint to her voice that sent goosebumps down Kid's arms.
"I mean that despite the already known fact that your cup sizes are different then Patti's, these shirts make it more visible and aesthetically unpleasing to the eye."
"Aesthetically unpleasing? Aesthetically UNPLEASING?" Liz's shoulders tensed up and her face contorted into a demonic snarl that belonged to her past when she terrorized the streets of Death City, "What the HELL do you mean by that?" Liz knew she could end this fight with just one word about Kid's asymmetrical stripes, but for unknown reasons she had been on edge lately and she needed to let go of all of her frustration and anger. Even if it was on innocent Kid.
Kid took a few precautionary steps backward and away from the volcano prepared to explode. "N-now Liz. I didn't mean anything by that. You have a perfect size!" A faint hue of pink flushed into his cheeks as he spoke, "I-in fact Patti's are abnormally large, your's are perfect." As soon as he saw the metaphorical steam exiting the young weapon's ears and nostrils, he immediately regretted his last sentences."
"SO NOW YOU'RE INSULTING MY LITTLE SISTER?" She howled as she approached her meister with a white-hot fiery rage. Kid actually stumbled slightly as he tried to evade her advances. He had never seen her this upset, especially over such a small thing. She would usually just punch him, mutter a few insults then forget the whole incident moments later. This war was completely verbal. Liz's arms shuddered at her sides and her knuckles gleamed a pale white as her fingers dug into her palms.
"NO!" He used the wall behind him to help him stand, surprised that he as a Grim Reaper was cowering at someone's feet, "How could you say that? I would never insult you two on purpose. You know that I love symmetry and I strive for perfection, THATS ALL."
"IF YOU WANT SOMETHING PERFECT THEN GO AND GET IT. I HIGHLY DOUBT ANYONE WOULD BE "PERFECT" ENOUGH TO BE YOUR WEAPON. YOU ARE SO ANNOYING WITH THIS OBSESSION OF YOURS THAT THEY WOULDN'T LAST A DAY. IF THAT'S HOW YOU WANT IT FINE. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR WEAPON ANYMORE."
Silence.
Patti paused in her conquer of Mr. Giraffe and dropped the mangled paper toy. She slowly turned around to stare and her meister and her sister with wide glossy eyes of disbelief.
Kid swallowed slowly unable to breath as he began to choke on the air he breathed in. He exhaled with small shuddering noises.
"Well, i-if that's how you really feel..."
"It is." Liz interrupted, her pride refusing to let her back down.
"Then, I guess you should do what you feel is best. Please think this through." He finished, staring into her eyes. She considered apologizing right then and there, but she didn't. She proceeded to huff, march upstairs, and slam her bedroom door. As soon as Liz's blonde hair vanished behind the door Kid found himself leaning against the wall for support and blinking away the threat of tears. For the first time in his life, he had witnessed something worse than asymmetry.
"K-kid..." Liz reached out to him but quickly retracted when he flinched. By way of freak, Liz grabbed Kid's hand and pressed it against her chest tightly, ignoring the frantic snap of Kid's head and wriggling of his wormy, frightened hand under hers. Having gotten his attention, Liz looked him straight in his golden yellow eyes and said, "I am truly, deeply, and sincerely sorry. I hope that you can forgive me for what I've done and continue to let me act as your weapon."
Kid shifted his gaze and tried to wriggle his hand out of hers discreetly by slowly letting one finger out at a time. Soon, his hand was free and he used this opportunity to slide to the opposite side of the bed. Liz frowned slightly as she noticed this and leaned towards him.
"Kid, please. Talk to me... I didn't mean it." Kid glanced at Liz's hopeful and pleading aqua eyes and gave her a small smile that he attempted to make look genuine. He clenched his jaw, becoming weak to her expression, and weak to everything that was Elizabeth Thompson.
"Liz, you have to understand," Kid began. "I can forgive you, but I can't forget what you said. It is going to take me awhile to be able to act the same way again. Knowing that you could even say that with such conviction..."
Liz earnestly nodded, willing to do anything to gain Kid's forgiveness and trust.
"Of course! And I-"
The loud cacophony of bells from a grandfather clock out in the hallway interrupted their conversation. Disturbed by this occurrence Kid checked his alarm clock, and to his surprise it was way past his symmetrical bedtime of 8 o'clock.
"Uh...Liz, I don't mean to cut you off there but we are obviously exhausted and we need our rest." He grumbled, quite annoyed that he hadn't fallen asleep at the appropriate time.
She paused, realizing something that the young shinigami hadn't, "Kid...there's only one bed."
He stood and looked at his weapon with a serious air. "I know you are concerned about my well-being since there is no possible way we can sleep on my bed in perfect symmetry, but I will take a blow for the team and share it with you."
Liz's jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, despite the fact that she had been living with him for years, he still surprised her on occasion. "Really? That is what bothers you. Out of this whole situation, that is the only thing that comes to mind?" She sighed, too tired to argue, not to mention that the thought of being so close to Kid made her heart flutter in a good way for some odd reason.
"Why of course." He replied as he began to take off his jacket, "Turn around I need to change." She did as he said without hesitation as the blush took another victim. Making sure her back was turned, Liz clambered into the bed and underneath the sheets. A few moments later Kid followed suit, wearing only his boxers. Their legs brushed as Kid put himself into a comfortable position sending a slight shock through Liz's curvaceous body. Weapon and meister looked at one another uncomfortably, neither one being in a situation like this before.
"Shall w-we go to bed?" Liz stuttered doing her best to avoid eye contact.
"Y-yeah..." Kid responded awkwardly. He clapped his hands twice and the lights switched off leaving the two in the darkness to brave out the night.