Title: Fixing Pigtails

Author: Tweekerz (also known as Sesshyfanchick)

Genre: Humor/Romance

Pairing: Kid/Maka

Summary: Death the Kid notices that one of Maka's pigtails is higher than the other, of course, Kid being the perfect Shinigami that he is, decides to fix it for her despite Maka's protests. Death the Kid and Maka. NO LONGER A ONE-SHOT.

- Oh god, I'm soooo sorry for not posting in a very long while. I had this chapter already typed up and ready to go for months now, but I think I just . . . forgot. So sorry. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Decisions.

Maka sat rigid in her chair, back pressed firmly against her seat. Her eyes were hinged open, mouth hanging agape while her fingers twitched against her lap. There was a rather horrible mix of anticipation and dread bubbling at the pit of her stomach, churning her insides like butter and making the bile rise even further up her throat. She didn't feel ill; rather, she was just too bridled with pent-up anticipation to force her body to function properly.

Death the Kid stared down at her, his form leering over her desk like a foreboding castle. Raven black bangs brushed across his face like an ebony curtain, Sanzu Lines sitting in place like the asymmetrical blemishes they were. There was a sadistic glint in his eye, a glint that was so familiar to Maka that she immediately knew what it meant at first sparkle.

His Symmetrical Awareness had kicked up again.

Maka was starting to feel very uncomfortable, considering the position they were in. Kid was practically right in her face, shoulders hunched languidly while the palms of his hands sat in place atop the surface of her desk. The tray of chicken was long forgotten; lying about the floor in a mess of its own preserved fluids. If it were any other given situation (or any other person for that matter), Maka would have protested without a thought and gotten up from her chair, demanding the person to clean up the mess and retrieve another specimen in haste, preferably undamaged, but now was not the case. The young Meister considered herself an exceptional student and had always been awarded good marks on her grades, so it wasn't hard picturing her in charge of a simple dissection such as the one they were in.

Unfortunately, Kid was not just some ordinary…kid. He wasn't Soul, he wasn't Patti, he was definitely not Black star- he was a Shinigami. A being so powerful that she couldn't yet comprehend his position and high-ranking status. Somehow, deep inside, she was curious as to his potential.

However, there was one thing that she had completely and undoubtedly wrapped her mind around, and it was a fairly simple concept to grasp: Maka Albarn was not going to pit herself against a Shinigami, especially not a Shinigami descendant from Shinigami-sama himself. Even she knew her own boundaries.

"Y-yes?" Maka squeaked, gloved fingers curling underneath her chair. Kid was still gazing down at her, black bangs brushing across his golden eyes as his Sanzu Lines became even more clear, shining with such ferocity that she could actually imagine them leaping up to slap her silly.

'Which would probably hurt,' she thought crudely. Anyway, it was a silly image and one that would most likely never happen. At least, that's what she told herself.

"I think it's time for you to get another chicken."

Maka tensed, the familiar voice wafting in from behind her. As she looked around, trying to discern the voice's location, she was surprised to find a pair of steady hands perched on either side of her, clutching the top of her chair with an iron grip. She looked up cautiously, mouth pinched into a tiny circle as her eyes anchored on the site of a very disgruntled-looking Soul. His ruby eyes were flashing a silent warning at the deranged Shinigami leering at her, Soul's pointed teeth tensed in a still and silent growl.

"What?" Kid asked lightly, golden eyes still swirling with delusion- depression.

"Your chicken, it's time to get a new one," Soul repeated sternly, ghosting his eyes over the chicken's bald body lay strewn about the floor.

Maka felt relief wash over her as Kid begrudgingly piqued his eyes away from her wayward pigtails to the chicken on the floor. There, she couldn't help but smile subtly as she watched his eyes widen with fear and astonishment, a cloudy haze smoldering his orbs once more.

"The chicken...i-its wing is broken off," he muttered aloud. Kid's grasp on Maka's table grew even more desperate, his fingers starting to gouge at its surface. "It's not symmetrical anymore. It's - it's disgusting."

Maka jumped a bit in her seat when Kid suddenly collapsed to the floor, knees and legs planted firmly on the tiled ground as he leered over the misshaped body of chicken. His pale hands were mussed into his hair, an aura of depression steadily wrapping around him like an ominous cloud.

"No good, no good. I'm a horrible person, a foul being who should have never been graced with life. Look at me, look at this chicken. Pitiful. No good. Depressed, depressed..."

"Um, Kid, are you okay?" Maka slipped, her mind seemingly working on its own. She immediately regretted calling out to him when he snapped his smoldering eyes to her, his aura reeking of insanity. What Maka didn't know, is that he had gone off the deep-end.

"And you, what the hell's wrong with your pigtails?" he shouted, hauling himself up as he tried to maintain his balance. "Fix them this instant! Who would dare come to class with hair like that?"

He turned away from her then as her face heated up with embarrassment, throwing his head downwards as he stared at the chicken on the floor. He then looked back up at her, as if trying to decide something, before looking at the chicken once more. A hazy inferno was warring in his muddled brain, thought after troubled thought flying past him like a regular old Wicked Witch of the West. What should he do? By the life of him, what should he do? Should he grab the chicken and place it on the tray? Should he grab it with one hand or two?

'If I grab it with one hand, the preserved fluids would only get on one hand alone. That means...one would be left clean while the other sullied,' Kid thought crudely, ruffling his fingers through his hair. 'Bah! It'd be totally asymmetrical! I couldn't possibly do that! Two hands it is then.'

Maka stared on in absolute bafflement, her mouth hanging open like a perturbed fish. She always thought that Kid got a bit crazy whenever he was graced with something asymmetrical, as like many of her fellow students and friends thought, but she didn't think he was this loony.

"Okayyyy then, I think it's about time to wrap up this little party."

While Kid was having a mental breakdown, quietly muttering things to himself in a rather strange fashion, Liz had already planned a course of action in her mind and strutted casually across the classroom, bent on taking him away from all the asymmetrical madness surrounding him.

"I think he's had a little too much fun for today," she finished up morosely, patting Kid gingerly on the back. He stiffened, but didn't protest, eyes still cast leeringly at the floor. "Come on big guy, time to go."

"Ohhh, are we going on an adventure?" Patti piped up from across the room, waving her hands to and fro. Liz piqued her head and stared across at her quirky sister for a millisecond, before uttering a sigh and furrowing her brow in annoyance. Deciding to ignore Patti altogether, she turned her gaze to the front of the classroom, catching Stein's glimmering eye and bellowing,

"Permission to leave, sir?"

Stein shot her a curt nod, his eyeglasses shimmering with a very subtle hint of amusement. This was a usual occurrence, for Dr. Stein almost always had a crude sense of humor that went totally unnoticed by his fellow teachers and students, but he merely shrugged it off with a hitch of his shoulders. Someday, they'd get it, he was almost sure of it.

"Take him to the Nurse's office and let him sleep it off," Stein finished, folding his hands neatly atop his desk. He smiled languidly, watching as Liz hauled Kid away from the crime scene while motioning for Patti to assist her. The three of them, the deranged Meister and his two loyal weapons, steadily scurried out the classroom, the door shutting softly behind them.

At first, everything seemed to be at peace. There was no idle chitchat, the birds were chirping their merry tunes outside, and everything seemed to be still and serene.

That is, until every single pair of eyes turned towards Miss Maka Albarn who sat flushing in her seat, eyes wide and unbelieving. It seemed as if she were in a barren desert, the only sound being that of the passing wind and an occasional rolling tumbleweed, until she managed to pry her eyes away from her desk to hesitantly plunder them around the room. She met everyone's eyes hailing from Dr. Stein all the way to the preserved chicken on the floor, where she of course had to lift herself a bit in order to peer over her desk.

'Is this really happening?' she asked herself incredulously, shaking her head to and fro. A sharp slap to her head had her saying "yes".

"Wha - ?"

"Go clean yourself up, and fix your hair," Soul ordered placidly, removing his hands from her chair. Maka furrowed her brow and stared after his retreating form as he rounded about desks and traveled up steps, before taking his rightful seat at the other end of the classroom. Maka wanted to give him a piece of her mind and tell him that he had been the one to mess up her hair in the first place, but she managed to bite her tongue when she realized that everyone was still staring at her.

She tepidly raised her hand, thanking the heavens when she found that Dr. Stein had his eyes already trained on her. It was a bit unnerving, but she was glad that she didn't have to wave him down in order to get his attention.

"May I go to the bathroom, Dr. Stein?" she asked politely. He gave another curt nod, before swiveling around in his chair and motioning for the class to continue with their dissections. He promptly ordered Ox to clean up the chicken in front of Maka's empty desk.

- Sorry it was so short. Hopefully next chapter will be longer. Please review if you can!