Stuff 1
It's been a while neh? Well I've been to Canada for two weeks. It was awesome and everything is MASSIVE over there. Compared to England anyways... and a lot of school and exams have hit me. I'm really sorry about the lateness, hope you can forgive me. See you around okay?
Last time:
Soul picked up her fallen books, trying to stop that stupid cat-like grin creeping up on his mouth. Until he caught Maka and Kid outside. Kidd always seem to get along with better with Maka, than Black*Star and all the other guys. Now when he thought about it, Kidd was the one who hinted at Maka's attractiveness, constantly. He was the one who reasoned with her, taking her side, always the first to notice the sudden change in mood in her. Did Kidd like Maka?
"No it's on me. What a gentleman would I be if I didn't help a lady?" Soul heard. As his snowy white head peered around the corner, with the heavy school books clutched to his chest; Kidd had that strange look in his eye. He had never asked out a girl, albeit the amount of fan girls that begged for him to do so.
What is Maka to you Kidd? Soul questioned his mind, raising his eyebrow, his heart steeling.
"Maka just let me have you."
Coffee Shop:
"One cappuccino, a scone and whatever the young lady is having." Kidd called to the coffee girl. Who was hanging over the counter, fluttering her eyelashes, trying to attract a certain golden-eyed customer.
"One black coffee, no milk and one carrot cake please." Maka ordered loudly and slowly, as if she was talking to an elderly oerson. The girl made a noise of frustration and stabbed violently at the touch screen.
Maka could have sworn that the girl spat into her carrot cake.
After settling down in a corner with the window reflecting the warm yellow spotlight, Kidd started to cut his crumbling and very soft scone in half. Equally and symmetrically. Maka grinned, as she had grown used to her friend's strange pet peeves. Maka picked the small cake fork the shop girl had given her; the girl almost stabbed her fingers with the damn thing. Just as her fork dented the cream frosting,
"Don't you dare ruin that piece of symmetrical art work."
"Kidd, it's a piece of carrot cake, lighten up."
"Maka you know how I get people in the way of my symmetry"
"Fine! Is my black coffee asymmetrical enough for you so I can enjoy it." Maka sighed, then gave a knowing smile to Kidd.
"Yes take that travesty out of my eyesight. I don't understand how these asymmetrical things don't repulse you? How can you live?" Kidd hissed out dramatically, taking 3 equal sips of his cappuccino.
Maka had half a mind to tell Kidd just how many things were asymmetrical in his life, especially those strange half white lines in his hair. However recalling a certain memory with painful; ease, made her keep her mouth shut.
"You know I have to beautiful, magnificent, symmetrical pieces of art in front of me to keep me calm" Kidd informed Maka, seriously that gleam in his murky, honey gold eyes.
Maka let out a slight blush flow to her cheeks, looking into the dusky orange of the sky, she took another deep gulp of her black coffee. The bitter caffine burned her throat, making her face warm up more.
"Maybe I should ask that girl how she cut that cake? This piece is utterly magnificent" Kidd wondered aloud, sipping once again.
"I'm sure she'd love to know other things about you too" Maka hinted sarcastically, putting down her cup, brutally.
"What are you talking about?"
"Are you being serious? That girl was fawning over you. Can you not see that through your symmetrical eyes, duh brain!"
Kidd merely glanced a look at the counter, and the girl gave a very flirtatious wink, with a heart warming lip knead, with her pearly white teeth.
"What?"
Maka scoffed, and sunk her fork down to the very soft bottom and separated it. Kidd's face broke into two, as if hehead seen a puppy being run over. Maka wished she had a more appropriate time to whip out her phone and post this.
Oh what the heck?
Maka's face split into a cute grin and her camera flash caught Kidd's face perfectly. The contours of his were down, his lips pouting and his eyes could break a million girl's hearts. Maka quickly posted
"The most asymmetrical face in the world"
And shut her phone and starting to eat away at the once symmetrical cake.
"I swear you're like Soul, can you really not see the girls falling at your feet?" Tied with her famous eyebrow raise.
"It's not like I'm oblivious, like Black*Star. Boy, that kid's mind is only filled with 2 things. Nor do I flaunt it like Soul" Maka made a disgruntled noise. "But it's not as if I will play around with them, I just try to be gentlemanly about it." Kidd reasoned, trying not to look at the symmetrical pigtails, to just grasp those fine golden ends. Just a touch, Kidd had to restrain his fingers by gripping his coffee cup tightly. Suddenly brought back to reality;
"So when you mean 'gentlemanly' you mean ignore them?" Maka summarised.
"Yes, in a basic sense. So what's with the latest lovers spat with Soul then?" Kidd joked over his cup. Maka took another long draft of her coffee, trying to drink her tears back as well.
"Nothing, something stupid. Again" Maka snorted, into her coffee cup.
"Maka you've known me as long as you've known Soul, give or take a few months." Kidd laughed. " Do you remember how we met?"
"Hmm you were in Soul's little gang, with Black*Star as well. One day you decided to have a game of tag, and you caught my pigtails and I pushed you over." Maka's eyes gleaming with the humorous memory, bearing her perfect white teeth. Kidd spluttered, and coughed, doubling over the table.
"Yep" he managed to gasp out. Kidd let his eyes wander as his mind swam back to the very first time he had met Maka.
He was a nervous kid, as his family was very prestigious, he was rigorously taught how to behave in public and he had met Soul prior to playschool. Their parents had dropped them off at elementary school; since Soul's father and Kidd's father were partners in a company, and feeling bored. He merely glanced over a lonely girl. He had recognised her as Soul's "friend"; usually had a rough and tumble with her. Kidd didn't understand why Soul wanted to aggravate her, she seemed like those average girls that would scream if there was a spider or a giggle when a boy passed by. Maybe Soul was a bully? Kidd could not understand his best friend's fascination with this girl, so he had to see for himself.
Walking carefully, noticing that Soul was play fighting with Black*Star again. The teacher would once again make them stand at the back of the class for the first hour. Kidd stood next to the mysterious girl, waiting for her to greet him, like anyone would, or at least acknowledge him.
He was waiting for at least 5 minutes. Deciding enough was enough he had to introduce hi.
"Hi."
"Hello" she moved her attention swiftly from her book that looked too complicated for 8-year olds.
"Why does Soul play with you?"
"Why does he? I don't know why."
"Well have to play with me now"
"Why?" Maka pouting her lips
"Because I said so." Kidd thrusted out his chest, crossing his arms. His father got him the toys he wanted so why couldn't he get this girl to play with him.
The teacher had chivvied them into their seats, before Maka could say anything.
Later on in the playground Kidd ran over to the small figure bent over a pretty flower and poked her in the back.
"IT!"
"I don't wanna play"
"Why?"
"I don't like playing with Soul. He's mean to me"
"Play with us!"
"No, I don't wanna!"
To end this argument quickly Kidd grew annoyed and pulled on Maka's hair making her scream, resulting to the teacher having to pull the pair apart. And Kidd's father apologising profoundly to Maka's father, promising that they would become better friends.
Present:
"You know Soul is a good guy you know?" Kidd tried to gauge her reaction. Eyeing her expression, rage and anger is what Kidd expected, but Kidd would be mildly surprised.
"I know…" Maka stared down into her empty coffee mug, as if she saw Soul's face there. "It's just that.."
"Just what?" Kidd couldn't explain it, but he could acknowledge it. These protective instincts; these precious memories and outings with Maka that he would jealously hoard in his mind. Branded there for the rest of eternity.
"Nothing come on. Let's go. That girl might end up throwing the whole cake case at me if we stay here any longer." Maka quickly got up, Kidd following after, his mouth becoming tensed, he desperately wanted to help solve Maka's problems but she being a stubborn mule. Almost afraid from the truth.
They stalked out, the dusk settling in as the waded through crowds, Maka stomping slightly, pulling on Kidd's hand.
"Maybe if you just listen?" Kidd tried to reason
"Listen to what? To how Soul normally acts when he isn't swarmed by girls?"
"No-"
"To listen that how everyone is better than me. That he could have all the girls in the world and I'm just his prey. That I'm the stubborn commoner, to proud to bow to the king?" Maka clenched Kidd's wrist taking out her anger. The weather started to darken, matching her mood. Drizzle fell delicately, sowing their bodies with miniscule beads.
"Maka!"
A fast truck rushed by an empty alleyway, a deep trench of dirty water from the blocked drains, sprayed the whole pavement with the fan of water. Kid spun around quickly, pressing Maka against the grimy alleyway wall. His hair dripping from the water, had soaked away the usual bowl of black hair, down to the truly irresistible, heart-thrumming wet shower hair look, that all guys could easily achieve. That could make anyone melt into a puddle of oestrogen.
His strong, long elegant fingers wrapped themselves against her slender wrists, effectively keeping her stationary. His breath wild from the sudden action and the catching up he had to do with Maka. His larger body covering her from the spray and drizzle, pressing his delicious body heat into hers. His head bent to the side, those dusty, yellow eye caught to the side. Wondering, questioning, had finally met her glassy green ones.
"He's just too cool. No wonder he rules the school, people like him and people like me just don't mix. He's the essence of a good family, with aristocracy. So cool."
"Is it true you love Soul?" Kidd's voice barely a husky whisper
"No, no you know he only sees me as a nuisance" Maka, immediately tried to rid of that memory before she met Kidd for coffee. They way Soul admitted, begged for Maka. It was right-down creepy and out of character for him.
"Hmm. Really? They way he looks at you, he wants to eat you up and possess you" Kidd's breath brushed against her neck, causing goose bumps. Her heart thundering so loud, that she was sure he could hear it. How could Kidd do this so casually? His personality flipped, the once happy-go-lucky, symmetry obsessed freak had vanished was in place. Cool, heart stealing and utterly fan girl worth material. The real dark horse in the story.
"You know…" Maka blushed, Kidd's hair dripping still, the drops forming at the ends of his hair, as if he had gotten out of a shower. Maka just had the urge to blush even more as is she saw him naked or something. His hands gripped tighter, mischievous golden match confused forest. His damp and cold nose nudging against her small button nose. The smirk stretched across his thin lips; the "Soul" smirk, that made everyone believe that the whole world belonged to the smirker, and that the smirkee was powerless. And they knew it. His eyes slightly below hers, slanting upwards as if measuring her. Maka stopped breathing.
"Let's have a clandestine affair."
"EH?"
Watching too many Korean dramas created this. With the whole stubborn commoner thing, So leave that be. Hope this was okay. Tell me what you think. I'm planning to write the next chapter soon, and writing some Fairy Tail fanfiction as well. Please forgive me for my tardiness. Didn't get to check it through, because I'm quite tired.