Maka's POV
Kid and I were in the class room waiting for class to begin. We were sitting side by side and he had my hand in his; which made me warm and my cheeks flush because we have been going out for exactly two months. I am still so new to this and so is he; we both still blush when we tell people of our relationship status and when they comment how cute we are together.
"Maka, can you turn around for a sec?" Kid turns my head to face his; his face is twisted in concentration but either way I blush at the close proximity.
"Ah, perfect, you are the symbol of symmetry. That's what I love about you," my eyes grew wide and before I could give retort, the bell rang. We returned to our original seating and while I tried to stop the tears from coming out, Stein started the class.
I left the usual route home alone, declining the offer to go with Kid to his house; I was too upset so I had to go home and think things through.
Am I a fool? Of course he loves symmetry, a lot at that, but that doesn't mean he only loves me just because I'm symmetric, right?
I look up to see my reflection in the mirror of my room. Everything about me is symmetrical; what if the reason he fell in love with me was for being symmetrical? He still dislikes Soul because he's unsymmetrical in every way.
I take out the hair ties from my pigtails and comb my hair down around my face and studied my reflection in the mirror. I groan in disgust as I keep looking. I am still perfectly symmetric. I see a gleam in my peripheral vision, a pair of silver scissors with black handles. I pick them up slowly and hold them in my hand, just holding them and. I open them so my palms touch the blade, testing how sharp they were and how the blade felt against my skin.
I did not hear Soul come into the house and shuffle through the rooms looking for me until he was in the bathroom behind me. I look in the mirror, at him, at his eyes widening and his body tensing. I had not noticed that I was violently putting pressure on the blade causing drops of crimson blood to fall into the white sink.
"Maka," he says slowly, "what the hell are you doing with those." As I try to put them down, there is already a bloody line in the center of my palm.
Everything that followed than was a blur, Soul had yelled and run toward me. He gently took my hand and released the blade with his other hand.
"Maka you idiot! Look what you did to yourself! Are you crazy?!" he got the first aid kit and bandaged the small wound; which was still bleeding just a bit.
He brought me to our living room and settled me on the couch.
"What the hell was that?" I knew he was mad but he would be understanding, though no words passed through my lips as I struggled to draw a single breath. Then the tears started to flow down my face and stopping at the bottom of my throat. Startled, Soul got up to get tissue and wrapped me around his arms to comfort me.
"Maka, what's happening? I'm your weapon; you have to trust me with anything. I want you to count on me, because I know I count on you," after hearing him say this made me sob harder.
"I've just been thinking..." I started but I didn't know how to go on fearing my brain would shut down and I would be incomprehensible. To express my worry for Kid's reason for loving me.
"That, what if the reason Kid loves me," I didn't know if Soul could hear me bacause of how low of a whisper I was speaking, "...is because I'm symmetrical to him." Soul squeezed me and breathed a low, "not cool Kid."
We heard a click as our front door opened and multiple footsteps come closer to our living room.
"Maka? Soul? Are you guy's home?" I recognized that voice and I hear a loud laugh. I was too busy panicking that we had people in the house instead of how they got in the house.
Liz, Patty, and Death the Kid walked into our living room. Soul didn't let go of me even as they walked right into our living room, to make it more awkward I was sitting right on top of Soul in his arm.
I heard gasps coming from our visitors and time seemed to stop as everything was taken in and everyone was frozen in their place.
"Well, it seems we are interrupting something; don't worry yourselves, we know the way out." Even as he was saying this, Kid was out the door in a heartbeat. It had seemed that Soul was about to say something but Kid was out of the building and out of shouting distance.
"Maka? Why?" Liz asks pleadingly. I look up just to see her pained face and Patty is trying not to bawl her eyes out.
"I..."
Hey! I haven't written in a REALLY long time (about 3 years!), I've really lost touch with Wattpad and I do miss being here and actually writing something. I was just thinking on some chapters for this pairing and maybe some new fandoms; because when you're away for more than 3 years, you come back with more fandoms and heartbreak in tow :')
