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uNSYMMETRICAL CUTS (dEATH THE KID)

Requested by Achan2
I do not own Soul Eater. It's my first Soul Eater fic and I'm really excited to write with Kid in the story.

You looked into your full-length mirror, looking at yourself to make sure you were perfectly symmetrical. After you were symmetrical, you headed out for your first day at DWMA.

Time skip brought to you by me at my bass lesson.

Kid's P.O.V

I got into the classroom at exactly 8:00. I got a detection, but it was worth it. I sat down in my seat and the door of the classroom opened and a boy rushed in. He was perfectly symmetrical.
I think I'm in love. Yes, I know, the cheesy 'love at first sight' thing. But let's be honest, if Kid saw someone who was perfectly symmetrical, of course he's going to fall in love with them.

Your P.O.V

I rushed into the classroom. "You must be the new student, (y/n) (l/n). You're late." Said an unsymmetrical man in a lab coat, with stitches in his face and, a screw in his head.

"I got lost. I'm sorry." You said panting. The teacher sighed.

"Take a seat somewhere." He said. You turned and moved up the steps looking for an open seat, you sat down next to a boy with short black hair, he had on a black suit that had white stripes on it. When class was over, he turned and you got a good look at the boy. He was perfectly symmetrical, exept for his hair. His hair was unsymmetrical. And you hated it.

Time skip brought to you by Dexter season 7

Kid's P.O.V

The, cute, symmetrical, (y/n), looked at me, he had a look in his eyes. It was like a mix of fear, hate, and something else, but sadly it was not anything positive.

"I'm, Kid." I said, shyly introducing myself.

"I'm, (y/n). Nice to meet you, Kid."

Another time skip brought to you by Dexter season 7. I know, a lot of time skips, I'm Sorry! Warning: If you are sensitive to cutting because of self hatred and attempted suicide. Please do not read! Don't worry, it has a happy ending.

In an empty classroom when the school day was over.

I'm unsymmetrical trash.

No one will love me.

Especially someone as symmetrical as (y/n).

There is no point of even trying.

I dragged the razor across my pale wrist, trying to make it as symmetrical as possible. Sadly it was unsymmetrical. Just like me. Tears dripped down my cheek.

Suddenly, I lost it.

I began to cut my skin over,

and over,

and over,

and over again.

I cut at random, not giving any thought about how symmetrical the cuts were. I doesn't matter. I'm trash.

I wanted to die.

But I can't because sadly, I'm eternal.

I threw my razor with force. I heard in clank against the tilted floor. I curled up into a ball, and cried my eyes out. I don't know how long I cried before I heard the classroom door, open and close. Then light footsteps that sounded closer and closer. I didn't dare move an inch, I tried to stop myself from crying so the person didn't hear my sobs. But I think whoever it was, did hear them. Since I heard a concerned voice. "Are you ok?" I peaked a glimpse at the person. I saw (y/n) crouching down in front of me, looking worried.

"Stop that?!" I demanding, breaking into a sobbing mess.

"What?"

"Stop looking at me!"

"Why?"

"Because, I'm unsymmetrical! And you are perfectly symmetrical! Someone as symmetrical as you doesn't deserve to look at someone as dirty and unsymmetrical as me! That's why!"

"You're not dirty or unsymmetrical. You're the most symmetrical person, I've ever meet." I sniffled.

"Really?"

"Goodness, yes. You're not just symmetrical, you're beautiful." I looking up and saw (y/n) was blushing lightly, it made me blush a little as well. I saw (y/n) lean it, and lightly pecked my lips, it was beautiful, sweet, and sadly, short. He wrapped his arms around me, and let me cry int0 his chest. He lightly kissed my unsymmetrical hair, and held me tightly, in his arms.

The End!

I want to say, this one shot was going to be where the read cut Kid in half because he was unsymmetrical.

I wrote the word unsymmetrical A LOT.

I'm not sure if this story was original or not

If you want to turn this one shot into a full book, tell me!

I know it ending suddenly, I didn't know how to end it.

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