Kid POV
"Why! Why did I make it so obvious! It's not polite to stare, especially not at someone else's meister! I'm Garbage! Asymmetrical garbage! Filthy, and rude! What if she's mad at me? I know Soul is. He caught me staring. He must be asking Maka so many questions, and she won't know what's going on. It's not like I like her, is it?"
I had flopped down on my bed in a most asymmetrical manner, and was ranting into my pillow. I knew I had better quiet down, or Liz would be coming in here to shut me up. So I tried to distract myself. I sat with a notebook and listed perfectly symmetrical things. Butterflies, copy paper, magic 8 balls, the number 8, Maka...
"Wait- Maka? Why did I write her name on there? Oohhh, I'm never going to get over this am I." The days events kept flashing through my mind. Why can't it all just undo itself?
"KID!" Liz screamed, clearly enraged. "IT'S PATTY! THE PLANTS-"
"HELP!" *CRASH* "SHE'S CHASING ME!"
Finally, I thought, a Distraction! This can be thought about later. Now, to save patty and calm Liz...
Maka POV
Wonderful smells were coming from the pot on the stove. As it was test day, I had made special occasion yakitori and rice balls. The sauce was almost done, and I had put a berry pie in the oven. Wiping my hands on my apron, I called Soul down for dinner.
"Soul! Dinner's ready!"
He grumbled something I couldn't hear, and trudged over to the kitchen. He seemed kind of depressed, not his usual self.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking off the apron.
"Nothing."
I looked at him. obviously lying.
"Soul," I persisted. I wasn't about to let my weapon partner out of a question that easily. something was bugging him, and I was going to know what.
"Maka, do you... do you like kid?"
What? I hadn't expected that. Oohh, dear...
"Like him how..."
"Like, like him."
What! I had never thought of that. I mean, sure he was a good friend, and he was the Grim Reaper's son, but... like like him? did I?
"Wait," I said, playing for time. "Did I hear jealousy in your voice?"
I gave him a look, demanding an answer.
"What! No! No way in hell would I fall for a flat-chested girl like you." He retorted, smirking.
Oh no he didn't.
"HEY! NOT ALOUD!" I said, arms crossed, defending my poor tiny chest area. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M A SLOW DEVELOPER!"
He looked up from his food, and blanched. I guess I look pretty scary when I'm about to...
"Maka... CHOP!"
He never stood a chance.
I grabbed my food, and walked over him, sprawled out over the floor, with a pretty little fountain of blood squirting out of the dent in his skull.
"Maybe I do like Kid, not like it should matter. I am flat-chested and arrogant, aren't I?"
Even though he was unconscious, a look of hurt spread over his face.
It was fun to use someone's mean words against them.
But I would never use Kid just to get even with Soul.