A Violation To Symmetry- Death The Kid

2: Destroyer of art

Kid's POV:

"C'mon Kid, don't listen to her, you're perfect." Liz spoke in a calm voice patting my shoulder. I looked up at her with tears blurring my vision and my body shaking slightly. The words that girl spoke came and hit me hard. Asymmetrical piece of garbage. She's right, I'm pathetic. I'm dirty, unclean, I don't deserve to live here. The world would be a better place without me here as an abomination.

"A-are you sure?" I asked with my voice wavering a little. Patty and Liz both nodded. I stand up immediately and dust myself off. No need for that filthy stuff to be hanging off of me. "Better now?" Liz asked.

"Much," I responded. Liz sighed of relief and we began walking towards Maka and the others who were standing by the staircase. The words keep ringing. 'No one's perfect, and even if they are, they aren't for long.'  The girl is also right about that. She appeared perfectly wonderful for a few short minutes and then BOOM. Gone. She deceived me. Shes's a disgusting piece of work. Not even the finest of gods would want to see her. 

"Hey Kid," Maka greeted as she spots me. "Good morning, class begins shortly. Shall we?" I ask implying we head off. They nod and we begin walking to class Crescent Moon. 

"We have new students enrolling today," Maka told me, "They seem really nice. I wouldn't mind getting to know them." She spoke with a bright smile and a curious vibe hanging off of her, letting me know she'd want to communicate with them more.

Were the people I met before the new students Maka was talking about? The ones that insulted me, were they the ones? Surely not. She said they were nice, and although the boy seemed harmless, that girl has a sharp tongue. She boils my blood, and I'm surprised that none was spilt. For a second I felt she wanted to attack me.

"I think it'd be cool if they came to class Crescent Moon. Maybe we could become friends." Soul grinned with his arms above his head. "Yeah, but class Crescent Moon is for EAT students," Tsubaki reminded. "Only the skilled meister's and weapons are able to attend our class."

"That's true, they're most likely going to end up in NOT." Maka agreed in a sad manner. They all seemed to have warmed up to the new students they speak of. No, they most definitely can't be talking about the pair I saw before. A person who has the guts to make themself asymmetrical in front of me is no person at all. Not to mention she pointed out my only flaw; those three darn white stripes!

"Kid hurry up or you'll be late," Liz called herding a distracted Patty in through the classroom door. They all got ahead of me and I can only assume that in my deep thought I must have stopped in my tracks. They've all entered the room except for Black*star who must have gotten into a fight somewhere.

"Coming," I say. Why am I thinking so much about this? I'm Lord Death's son. Death the Kid. I can't let one person ruin my day just because of the symmetry. It doesn't bother me at all. Well...it does a little...and maybe it does a lot. I need to stop it from lingering in my mind. Think of something else, anything. Think of the number eight. Ahh much better.

I sat down beside Soul who was sitting next to Patty. He was laid back, eyes closed and showing a toothy grin revealing his sharp fangs. He opened one eye and must have seen the annoyed expression I hold. He sat up leaning on one arm facing me.

"You alright, Kid? You seem on edge."

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist just thinking about what had occurred earlier on in the morning, then took a breath to calm myself down. "Nothing. It really shouldn't be bothering me." I replied.

Soul sat up straight stretching his arms and leaned a little closer. "Y'know, sometimes it's better to speak your mind rather than bottle everything up." He spoke. Although Soul is right, I really don't want to revisit that horror. I'd rather just put it behind me.