Looks like I'm updating~ This fic is really starting to move along. I went to Kumoricon several weeks ago and read the first chapter of this at fanfiction bedtime stories. Unfortunately I don't think anyone at that particular panel knew Soul Eater. It was still fun; I cosplayed as Chrona for the duration of the convention and had loads of fun acting in character. I also got to meet Todd Haberkorn (Kid's English voice actor) which was totally awesome.

I don't own Soul Eater or it's Characters.

Well, I didn't think they'd be able to deal with a stranger just yet anyway. If I tell Chrona Sid is with me they're even less likely to come out from their hiding place. Perhaps they just need to be by themself now anyway.

"Chrona's a bit… Reclusive." I tell Sid carefully. "You can just leave the bunk in this room- NO! Not there, put the head up against the middle of the back wall…"

By the time I had perfected the new bunk bed a few hours had passed. Its strange how quickly time passes when I flush out all the bits of asymmetrical garbage from this place. Normally fixing up the bunk would inspire me to double check that everything is in its place, but right now I need to find Chrona. It's unlikely that they have actually left my quarters after confining themselves to a single room for three months I doubt they'd run out into unknown territory. Chrona is probably tucked in a corner or somewhere small and closed off with my quarters.

Chrona is not in the anywhere in the left bathroom, now are they in the right. They aren't in the left kitchen either, but that's probably because I don't think they know where it is any way…

I as I look step into the right kitchen I notice it. One of my beautiful, perfect chairs is broken. I must fix this immediately. But I need to find Chrona. But how can I focus on searching when this horror is simply sitting there in my perfect kitchen. This is bad, I'm starting to feel faint, I don't know how much longer I can handle this sight… I can't even remember what I was doing. All I know is this must be repaired immeadiately.

It takes me precisely thirty-two minute and seventeen seconds to acquire a new chair leg from the school staff. The staff doesn't understand the beauty of symmetry. By the time I've fixed the chair and put it in its proper place it's passed dinner time. As it would be horrible to not to eat at precisely eight P.M. and I'm feeling a bit tired I decide to prepare for sleep. I brush my teeth, once holding my toothbrush I the right hand once holding it in the left, just like always. After I've finished brushing my hair in a similar fashion I'm just about to go to the other bathroom when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

"I'm garbage! GARBAGE!" I feel my knees hit the floor and cover my face in my arms. "I'm just an asymmetrical horror that doesn't deserve to live!" I'm so occupied with my sobbing that I don't notice the sound of nervous footsteps. "I'm worthless. WORTHLESS! I see no point in living if I can't be symmetrical!"

"Uh." The sound of another voice startles me out of my fit. For a few moments Chrona just stands there, staring at the floor. Their eyes are red, they must have been crying…

"I-if you don't deserve to live, Kid, the why would someone like m-me even have been born?" Chrona's voice is so soft I have to listen intently to take in what they're saying.

"You're right- No! You're wrong!" Why can't I put these thoughts into words? "You aren't worthless." I finish lamely.

If I had blinked I would have missed it, but for the smallest fraction of a second a tiny grin flashes on Chrona's face. I discretely wipe my eyes as I get back up so Chrona doesn't see my tears. I'm not sure what else I can do, so I gently embrace Chrona.

"Thank you." I murmur into their coral pink locks.

Chrona's POV

I'm glad Kid can't see my face redden. It's embarrassing, I don't know if faces are even supposed to turn red. Maybe I'm sick and that's why my face is turning weird colors? But when he lets go of me he doesn't comment of my face.

"You must be tired." Will it be rude if I shake my head because I'm not? I slept in the closet for several hours so I don't think I can fall asleep yet. "I got you a bed, wait till you see it. It's a special kind of bed called a bunk, come and see." His voice is so gentle I don't know how to tell him I'm not tired. Maybe he'll be mad at me if I stay awake when I'm supposed to sleep! Kid grabs my hand and leads me to the room we slept in last night.

I don't know how to deal with beds that are stacked on top of each other! What if the person on the top falls! Unconsciously, I grip Kid's hand tighter.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. I've got no choice but to tell him.

"I don't know how to deal with this! What if bed on top falls?" I can't control how shaky my voice is. Kid looks at me with concern.

"I assure you, the bed won't fall." He tells me steadily. "But if you're nervous you can sleep on top. That way you don't have to worry about the bed falling on you."

"But- But what about you?" The word escapes my lips before I can be sure I can deal with how Kid responds to this. If he acts like he did early my face could turn red again!

"I'll be just fine, don't worry." Kid promises. Why does he have to smile like that! It gives me this weird feeling in my stomach I don't know how to deal with! I don't know what else to do, so I climb up to the top.

The top bunk gives me the same kind of feeling Mr. Corner did. My head almost touches the ceiling when I sit up and I like that. This might not be a small, enclosed space, but the ceiling gives it the feel of one. I lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to Kid's breathing, unable to sleep. It seems like the whole night might pass just like this, until nature calls.

I'm as quiet as possible climbing back down to the floor. Kid stirs in his sleep for a moment but then settles. I think I'll be able to get back up without him noticing until I come face to face with him on my way back from the bathroom.

"Uh… I-I didn't want to wake you." I pause awkwardly as his amber gaze bores into me. "I couldn't sleep and I, I needed to go…" I felt my face flush. Kid's face is unreadable. There's definitely an emotion, but not one I recognize.

"You should have said something." Kid runs a hand through his striped locks. He pauses for a moment, then turns to face me. "Fancy a cup of tea?"

Tea? Like the stuff you drink? I've only ever had green tea, and I don't know how to deal with it! It's too bitter! I must have flinched, because Kid looks at me funny.

"You don't like tea?" Kid tilts is head to the side, those golden eyes fixed upon me.

"I-I… It's…bitter." I feel myself grow tense as I answer. Will he be mad at me because I don't like tea? What if he tells me to go? I don't think I'd be able to deal with that…

"How about hot chocolate, then?" Kid's voice cuts into my panic. What did he say? Hot… chocolate. I've never had that thing he calls chocolate before! And if it's hot it could burn my tongue! My eyes are widening in panic, but Kid just smiles at me. "Trust me, you'll like it."

If I didn't doubt the tastiness of hot chocolate before, I do now. It's brown! Not a nice golden brown like bread, but a deep, dark earthy color. I don't know about this. What's making the liquid turn that color?

"Well, aren't you going to try it?" Kid's eyes gleam with anticipation. But what could he be anticipating? What kind of ugly face I'll make once I take a sip? But I don't want him to be mad at me, so I shut my eyes tight and drink.

Hot chocolate is nothing like I expected. I've never had anything like it before; it's sweet, but a little bitter at the same time. I'm so fascinated with this amazing new flavor that I accidently choke. Oh no! Kid'll get mad; I just know he will… I can't stop! I just keep coughing and spluttering! Why is Kid's hand on my back! What does it mean!

When my coughs subside I'm left gasping for breath, Kid still rubbing my back. The strange thing is, there's no anger in his eyes!

"Are you okay?" His eyes are intense. I'm not sure how to respond. How do I tell him I was so engrossed in the taste I forgot I had to breathe? I look down at the cup; the contents that I didn't drink are splatter across the floor. Why isn't Kid freaking out over the mess? I don't understand this at all!

"I'm f-fine." I begin awkwardly, what more can I say? I don't want Kid to think that I didn't like the beverage. I want to drink it again. But how do I tell Kid that? "I just… I was… It was…"

"It's okay if you didn't like it, I won't blame you."

"N-no!" I exclaim, maybe I'm being rude. "It was good!"

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