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       Your POV
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          You sat at your desk in the DWMA and crossed your legs. Then you uncrossed them, only to re-cross them again. Today was your first day and you were nervous. You were a weapon, but had no Meister. Not only that, but you had absolutely no friends. Today was a bad day.

You were one of the first to arrive and you sat at the desk which had your name, staring at the floor. You began to draw. It was a picture of you. You started with your (h/l) hair and then drew the one bang that swooped over your eyes. You hated that. It was natural, and covered your eyes always. Whenever you cut it, it grew back, and when you pinned it out of the way, it always fell back into place. Not only that, but it was different from your normal hair color. Instead of being (h/c) it was a shiny silver which made you look emo, and mysterious. When you were a kid, you always wanted to play with the other children, but they were scared of you. They believed that you were some sort of monster, with those bangs, and the shadow they cast was even threatening. But you were tough. You were always alone, and surely you could deal for today. I mean, what was different about this school that was different at your other school?

The other students still did not arrive, and you glanced at your watch. School still did not start for another ten minutes, yet Lord Death told you to be there by six forty A.M. "Will (Y/n) (Y/l/n) report to Lord Deaths office," someone over the intercom. You stood up slowly and walked out of the empty classroom. As you walked out, you rubbed your wrists, trying not to look into people's eyes.

Not that they could see yours.

As you arrived to the Death Room, you heard someone behind you. Turning around, you realized it was a girl. She smiled at you and you stared blankly at her. She was short, almost your height but slightly taller, with big green eyes and dirty blonde hair up in two pig tails. Her outfit consisted of a yellow sweater vest, a white long sleeve undershirt, and a plaid skirt that reached her knee barely. "Hi," she said, waving slightly. You smiled a little, but then turned around, grabbing the Death Room doorknob. "I'm Maka," she cheered. "I'm (Y/n)..." you said unenthusiastically. "Oh, you're the one I was looking for! I was told to grab you and show you around the school." You shrugged and let go of the door knob, walking to Maka. "I love your outfit," she said after giving you the once-over. You shrugged again. You were extremely grateful though. You were indecisive in what to wear, and sadly, you had your aunt pick out your outfit.

The outfit you sported was a black shirt with the words"Perfection is so overrated" with sleeves that had thumb holes. Then your pants were a soft pleather that were skin tight and looked good on your slim legs. Your boots were black and white, with spikes. Your face was basically covered by your silver bangs, and you tried to wipe them out of your eyes. Obviously they fell back and obscured some of your vision again. "Thanks," you muttered and followed Maka out of the hall. She showed you all the classrooms, the dungeons, the gyms, cafeteria, and lastly the roofs.

          "So, that's the infamous Death Weapon and Meister Academy. I hope you liked it," Maka said gleefully. You had warmed up to her while you guys toured, and soon you were acting like old friends in no time. "Of course," you replied smiling slightly. "I like your smile; you should do it more often," Maka commented.

"Oh."

You guys strolled down the staircase and she grabbed your hand. "Hey it's almost time for lunch. Wanna sit with me and my friends?" You, being OCD when it came to grammar, flinched. "My friends and I," you said quickly. "And...yeah. Are they nice?" She nodded and led you away to the cafeteria. You two grabbed some food, drinks etc. As Maka approached the table, your stomach flipped around. You two made it there and everyone stopped and stared at you. "Hey guys, this is my new friend, (Y/n)-Chan!" Maka giggled and made your face red. Of course no one could see it, since your hair covered your face. The only thing they could really see was the tip of your nose, and the embarrassed smile you wore.

"Hi," you waved, and the crew waved back. There was seven people, including you and Maka. "Hello," one person greeted. It was a girl with long black hair and big bosoms. "I'm Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, and this is my Meister, BlackStar," she said pointing to a boy with blue hair and a mouth stuffed full of Pizza. He waved, and seemed to be shouting about something, but it was muffled by the pizza. "Hmm Hm humph mph Hm!" You gave him a perplexed smile, and then they sat down, the blue haired boy with food in his mouth still. Another boy, one with white hair that spiked up sat up also. "Yo. I'm Soul Evans." You shook his hand and he smirked. "Hey Maka," he smiled looking around you. Turning you saw Maka with a red face. "Hi Soul...um, (Y/n) this is my weapon." You nodded and then was faced with two more people. There was a boy or girl, with short pink hair and a curvaceous figure.

"H-hi, I'm-m Crona," he/she stuttered. You tilted your head to the left, and then gave him/her a big smile. He/she turned pink and turned around in their seat.

"Ah, hello," the last boy said. "I'm Death the Kid. You may call me Kid..." he looked you up and down, and then gasped. "Oh my goodness! You're symmetrical!" he cheered. He went all around you, making you blush. "There he goes again," everyone groaned. You felt confused, but suddenly Kid was in your face, his nose almost touching your bangs. "Lemme see if you're truly symmetrical!" Kid lifted your bangs all the way up, and then dropped them twice as fast. He turned around and sat down, facing away from you. "Uh..." you gaped a bit. You had no idea why he was so friendly, and then acted as if he hadn't seen you. Instead of dwelling on it, you sat down and ate your lunch, enjoying everyone but Kid's friendliness.

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It was your second day at the DWMA and Kid had been ignoring you. In class, when you tapped his shoulder to ask him what was going on in class, he simply started to talk with a random student, acting as if he didn't know you were there.

You sighed, and wondered if you had made enemies without trying to. Usually you were a quiet loner, but Maka and her friends made you smile a bit more. Except Kid. As you trotted up the west hall, you frowned. And then you heard whispers. "...I don't like her asymmetrical-ness. It's unnatural. On one side she has this marking on the side of her face. And it is only ON ONE SIDE! How much more do you want?" someone whispered loudly. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you recognized the voice. And there was most likely only one person in the school who had a marking on one side of your face ...it was you.

You stepped out from behind the corner and felt the tears spill down your eyes. "Kid if you didn't like me you should've said so! You don't need to go behind my back! Screw you!" You ran away leaving a gaping Kid and a sorry bystander.

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A Month Later

      "Hey Dean, what should we do?" you asked. Dean was your Meister, and you were his sword. You two had become close, and you guys hung out all the time. Sadly, Dean was gay and wasn't interested, as hot as he was. "We should through a party with our class. I'm pretty sure no one else has anything to do," he smirked and then put an arm around your shoulder. "Not only that, I wanna meet some hottie's. And weren't you and Maka planning on hanging out this weekend? Just invite her and a few of her friends. It'll be fun." You rolled your eyes and  called up Maka, asking her if she'd come. She agreed and everyone was set to meet at seven o' clock.

Seven rolled around and Maka, Soul, Crona, and Tsubaki were right on time. A few other people showed up, and soon enough yours ans Dean's house filled up like a piñata. You changed into a cocktail dress, black, a couple inched above your knee, and wore knee high boots that complemented your (s/c) skin. Your (h/l) hair was curled slightly and bounced as you walked — cough — sashayed through your home. "Damn, (Y/n)," Dean shouted. "Lookin' good!" You turned crimson, but no one could really see your pink face over that messy array of silver hair. You just smiled and waved, the tip of your nose cold.

Eight rolled around soon and the place was filled to the brim with drunk people, and music like 3oh!3, Blood on the Dance Floor, Jeffree Star, Eminem, Cascada, and lots and lots and lots of night core. You danced with a random boy, and soon became weak in the legs, sitting down at the makeshift bar Dean made. The guy tending it was no other than Soul Evans. "Hey," he said grinning. "Whatcha up to?" You waved your hand toward the crowd. "Dancing, singing, dancing, drinking..." you trailed off, and Soul knew what you meant. "What kind?" You shrugged. "Whatever really." He nodded, giving you a scotch on the malt. You downed the shot in a second, and Soul looked impressed. "That's quite a stomach you got there."

"Yeah. I know I'm awesome."

Just then, Maka walked up to Soul, her face red. "Uh, hi Soul?" He stopped cleaning off a glass to look at her. "Yeah?" She turned an even more darker shade of red and you realized what she wanted. "Hey Soul," you interrupted quite rudely. "Why don't you take Maka out to dance for a few songs, and I'll tend the bar for you." Soul grinned wickedly, and Maka looked relived. "Alright then, let's go Maka." Soul led her away, and they began to slid to the beat of the Cha-Cha Slide.

You began to wipe the counter, and served a couple of people drunks when someone tapped your shoulder. "Hey (Y/n)..." you tired around. When you looked, it was Him. Death the Kid. Your sworn enemy since he started talking about you behind your back one month ago. Exactly on this day, actually. Your eyes glinted, and you put down the rag. "Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry," he said looking down. You put your hands on your hips. "I was wrong and I apologize deeply for hurting you," he whispered. Your heart softened, but your face was as tight and dense as steel.

"No dip Sherlock," you retorted. "First of all  you don't talk about someone behind their back. Second of all  you don't talk about someone behind their backs if you just met them. And third, you're a complete and utter assface. Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, that felt better," you fanned yourself, feeling the tension leave your body. "Are we...cool?" Kid asked. You shrugged. "As long as you pinky promise to never do it again."

Kid held out his pinky, and you touched it with your own. Wrapping your pinkies around each other, you two grinned like idiots. "Wanna dance?" Death the Kid asked as you heard your favorite song come on. You nodded eagerly and dragged Kid to the dance floor, clearing space. You two danced all night to the beat of the stereo.

Midnight...

        Midnight hit, an most people went home. The only people still here was you, Kid, Maka, Soul, Dean, and Dean's new boyfriend, Philippe. Since it was late, you told Kid to stay the night, and did the same for Maka and Soul.

You sighed and started to change, when Kid walked in unexpectedly. "Aaagh!" you screamed, and he stood their, his eyes wide open. You didn't know what to do, so you stood clad in your bra, breathing heavy. You could feel the tension building within you two, and in three second flat, Kid had you in his arms. "How did I never notice how beautiful you were until tonight?" he asked himself. You were shocked, and your bare akin touched his hands, creating electric sparks between you two. You never would've seen yourself here, with Kid, so close you could almost tatse him.

His eyes were filled with something akin to desire, and his mouth sought after yours, plunging his tongue in, not waiting for permission. He wanted you as badly as you wanted him; desperately. But it wasn't only desperation, that fueled you. You truly believed you finally found someone you could love: Kid.

Your tongues colided in a teeth knashing, back arching desirable way. The way Kid kissed you was warm, safe, but also very skilled. Kid started to kiss down your collar bone, to your chest, stopping at your bra. "I can stop...if you want," he murmured to you in his husky voice. You shook your head. "No." He was amazed at the way you looked; usually you wore a sweatshirt to cover almost all of your curves. But it was very noticeable now. You turner a red color, but Kid couldn't see you blush.

Kid laid you in the bed, planting kisses all over your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Kid then pulled off his own shirt, showing his rock hard abs, and toned body. You gasped and ran your hands up and down his abdominal area, loving what you felt. Kid was about to take his boxers off, when you stopped him. "Kid, I'm a virgin...I don't think I can go through with it." Kid smiled at you kindly. "It's fine. I can wait. But only until our wedding day," he whispered in your ear.

"But what about my assymetrical scar?" you asked tearfully. Kid pulled up your hair with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other, looking into your (e/c) eye.

Kissing your scar, he said, "Symmetry is so overrated."

You laughed, finally happen for once.

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      Hi!

Absolutely_Positive here! I just wanted to let you know that you can still request anything, whether it be you and one of the Soul Eater Characters or one if the characters X another character.

I can do it!

I do clean  and Lemons, so anything is possible.

BTW, Thank you @owlleilani

You are so fabulous thanks for cheering me on, the next one will be dedicated you JU!!

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~SHAY