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A lie.
You were living a lie.
Lying to all of your friends, family.

Your lover.

Your smile; A lie. Your laugh; a lie. Your bubbly attitude; A lie.

However, you continued to act out your dreaded facade for the sake of your friends, your weapon partner, and of course the Death Weapon Meister Academy.

...

Why, you may ask?

Multiple reasons being:

You hadn't been able to collect Kishin souls successfully in a few months, the reason for that being that your weapon has been acting out of line; -Which was another reason for your "facade"-
And of course, you felt as if the love that your boyfriend had for you was slowly drifting away like a lone iceberg out at sea. Of course, you knew he'd never do anything as horrendous as cheating. It just wasn't something Kid would do.

That's right; Kid.
Death the Kid, your boyfriend, Lord Death's son, Shinigami. He had a large amount of titles, but your favorite was boyfriend.

However as said before, you were both drifting apart, and the both of you knew it. You both knew from the beginning of your relationship with him, it was all going to go downhill. Studies came first, both you and Kid agreed on that; But now- Its just become overwhelmingly painful to suffer the loss of warmth from him, his sweet scent that was masculine and soft, the way he'd tell you that you were perfect in his eyes, and symmetry hardly mattered when it came to you even though he described you as "Perfectly symmetrical,"

You loved him, he loved you, and it was like taking a knife to the chest when you were constantly separated from your loved one.

Maybe it was because he simply didn't have time for you, or maybe the other way around. Either way, the biggest problem was your weapon.

Yes, your suppose to be loyal and trusted companion. He claims that he's always felt strong affection towards the Shinigami, and that you had no right to take him away from him. You repeatedly disagreed and said that you knew nothing about his loving manner towards Kid.
He wasn't buying it though.

But, for the both of your's sake, you stayed partners. You both fought, but the connection with both of your souls was uncanny. Of course, you'd obviously rather find another partner, but it was for the success of your weapon that motivated you to stay.

Well, it used to.
Like said before, the failure going on between your Soul Collecting and not to mention your relationship was tearing you apart. You had slowly fell into a deep depression, but insisting on that you were fine. You didn't want to worry your friends after all, they'd tell Kid, and then Kid would be distracted therefore loosing focus on his bright future as the Principal of Death Weapon Meister Academy.

So with that, here you were, simply sitting alone in the dark. Your mind was completely empty, previous thoughts being washed away by nothingness that quickly replaced said thoughts. A faint knock was heard, indicating you had a visitor. You would be lying right through your teeth if you said you hoped it wasn't Kid.

"Come in." Your monotone voice almost made you sound bitter.

"______, we all know you're 'not fine', as you've been saying." It was Maka Albarn. You shook your head slowly, which she may or may not have seen. "I am, though. Just merely exhausted," you reassured.

"Please," she scoffed, obviously not falling for your lies. "You haven't seen daylight in ages. What's with you? You've lost your shine." And it was true. You decided Maka was one of the only people you could open up to. She pulled Crona out of his 'depression' if you could call it that. "Okay, you're correct; Happy?"

"I will be when you tell me what's wrong."

You hesitated. "It's my weapon, a-and Kid." She knew this was coming. Almost everyone noticed how unhappy you've been ever since Kid started taking missions non-stop. "What's up with your weapon?"

"He.... He apparently loved Kid before I did. I never chose to believe it however, because he was my best friend. He'd tell me anything, and he never informed me of any crush on Kid." Maka stayed silent for a moment, probably lost in thought.

"And Kid?" Oh, the dreaded topic.

"Maka you know-"

"Saying it out loud to a friend could help."

You buried your head in your knees and took a deep breath before looking at her. "He's been taking missions. He has a bright future ahead for him, this relationship between the two of us is just dragging him behind. We both know sooner or later, our relationship will have to be history." By this point you were sobbing lightly. Maka had already placed an arm around your shoulder to comfort you. "Shit was so much simpler before I started dating Kid," you sniffled.

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Kid had recently just got back from another mission, and was already looking at the board for new ones. That didn't stop a fuming Maka from making her way to him to knock some sense into that symmetry obsessed being.

"Kid!" He didn't even bother to sneak a second glance at the flat chested meister.

"Maka, not now. I'm looking for—"

"It's about ______." Now this got his attention. What was wrong with his precious ______? Was she sick, or even worse, majorly hurt?

Now, remember, Kid knows nothing about your depression. You had stopped yourself from telling any of your problems before this day.

Before Kid could ask what was wrong, his wrist was tightly grabbed before he was dragged all the way to your room.

-----------------

You smiled —for what seemed like the first time in ages by the way— at a picture you and Kid took together. You had your arm wrapped around him, as he had his arm wrapped around you as well. Your remaining hand was held up in a peace sign, and he copied your movements once more. You were both, symmetrical .

Meanwhile, two meisters were on their way to your apartment. One fuming, the other quite confused and frankly worried about his beloved.

Your door slammed open, a loud bang following shortly after. "There," Maka shoved Kid your way and he stumbled to keep his balance before falling on his stomach near you. You looked at him with previously year filled eyes. He saw your sad and dreadful appearance. Your eyes were dull and puffy, your skin was paler, probably from either dehydration or the lighting. Tear stains drenched your cheeks, something he never wanted to see his dear ______ have coating her face.

He reached a hand out to stroke your cheek. "______... What has become of you?" You smiled sadly at him.

"Kid, nothing is wrong! But I'm happy you're ba—"

"No, please don't lie to me." You sighed. He was stubborn, he wasn't going to give up in finding out what was troubling you. "Fine, you win." He focused all of your attention on you.

"Kid, I miss you." This confused him. You missed him...?

"What do you mean by that __—"

"I mean that I never see you anymore." His eyes widened at the firmness in your voice.

"You're always on missions, I never see you anymore—" Your words were jumbling together at how fast and flustered your words were. "Kid, I love you. You know that. Do you know how much it hurts to be pushed away from someone you love? Do you know how lonely I've been?" He remained speechless as you'd never opened up to him this fiercely before.

"I lie and say I'm alright, when all I can think about is 'When will Kid be home?'. And then when you finally do return, you immediately neglect your friends and family to swoop in and go on another mission." You were practically done being considerate. You've been considerate for too long, you've craved his presence for too long. "I want you here... I want to spend more time with you.. I know we said our education comes first and all, but I want to say 'Screw that,' because I need you in my damn life Death the Kid." You had poured out each and every drop of emotion you had felt for the last few months. It felt good, it felt even better to know it was Kid who was finally listening. When no words came from Kid, you could say you were disappointed. Well, that is before he planted a soft kiss on your chapped lips.

"______.. I'm sorry," He sighed and placed a hand on his forehead in disappointment.

"I didn't realize you felt this way; probably because I haven't been here. Honestly, there's nothing much I can say besides I'm truly, desperately sorry." That was enough for you. You practically threw yourself on him and showered him in light, dreamy kisses. He felt that this was right; Having you in his arms and presence; Because he loved you. And he knew you loved him desperately as well.
Nothing could get in the way of you both now, it was just you and him taking on the stressful, the unexpected, the absolute wonderful joys of life.

Well, maybe something .

But not right now it couldn't.

Description
A lie.
You were living a lie.
Lying to all of your friends, family.

Your lover.

Your smile; A lie. Your laugh; a lie. Your bubbly attitude; A lie.

However, you continued to act out your dreaded facade for the sake of your friends, your weapon partner, and of course the Death Weapon Meister Academy.

...

Why, you may ask?

Multiple reasons being:

You hadn't been able to collect Kishin souls successfully in a few months, the reason for that being that your weapon has been acting out of line; -Which was another reason for your "facade"-
And of course, you felt as if the love that your boyfriend had for you was slowly drifting away like a lone iceberg out at sea. Of course, you knew he'd never do anything as horrendous as cheating. It just wasn't something Kid would do.

That's right; Kid.
Death the Kid, your boyfriend, Lord Death's son, Shinigami. He had a large amount of titles, but your favorite was boyfriend.

However as said before, you were both drifting apart, and the both of you knew it. You both knew from the beginning of your relationship with him, it was all going to go downhill. Studies came first, both you and Kid agreed on that; But now- Its just become overwhelmingly painful to suffer the loss of warmth from him, his sweet scent that was masculine and soft, the way he'd tell you that you were perfect in his eyes, and symmetry hardly mattered when it came to you even though he described you as "Perfectly symmetrical,"

You loved him, he loved you, and it was like taking a knife to the chest when you were constantly separated from your loved one.

Maybe it was because he simply didn't have time for you, or maybe the other way around. Either way, the biggest problem was your weapon.

Yes, your suppose to be loyal and trusted companion. He claims that he's always felt strong affection towards the Shinigami, and that you had no right to take him away from him. You repeatedly disagreed and said that you knew nothing about his loving manner towards Kid.
He wasn't buying it though.

But, for the both of your's sake, you stayed partners. You both fought, but the connection with both of your souls was uncanny. Of course, you'd obviously rather find another partner, but it was for the success of your weapon that motivated you to stay.

Well, it used to.
Like said before, the failure going on between your Soul Collecting and not to mention your relationship was tearing you apart. You had slowly fell into a deep depression, but insisting on that you were fine. You didn't want to worry your friends after all, they'd tell Kid, and then Kid would be distracted therefore loosing focus on his bright future as the Principal of Death Weapon Meister Academy.

So with that, here you were, simply sitting alone in the dark. Your mind was completely empty, previous thoughts being washed away by nothingness that quickly replaced said thoughts. A faint knock was heard, indicating you had a visitor. You would be lying right through your teeth if you said you hoped it wasn't Kid.

"Come in." Your monotone voice almost made you sound bitter.

"______, we all know you're 'not fine', as you've been saying." It was Maka Albarn. You shook your head slowly, which she may or may not have seen. "I am, though. Just merely exhausted," you reassured.

"Please," she scoffed, obviously not falling for your lies. "You haven't seen daylight in ages. What's with you? You've lost your shine." And it was true. You decided Maka was one of the only people you could open up to. She pulled Crona out of his 'depression' if you could call it that. "Okay, you're correct; Happy?"

"I will be when you tell me what's wrong."

You hesitated. "It's my weapon, a-and Kid." She knew this was coming. Almost everyone noticed how unhappy you've been ever since Kid started taking missions non-stop. "What's up with your weapon?"

"He.... He apparently loved Kid before I did. I never chose to believe it however, because he was my best friend. He'd tell me anything, and he never informed me of any crush on Kid." Maka stayed silent for a moment, probably lost in thought.

"And Kid?" Oh, the dreaded topic.

"Maka you know-"

"Saying it out loud to a friend could help."

You buried your head in your knees and took a deep breath before looking at her. "He's been taking missions. He has a bright future ahead for him, this relationship between the two of us is just dragging him behind. We both know sooner or later, our relationship will have to be history." By this point you were sobbing lightly. Maka had already placed an arm around your shoulder to comfort you. "Shit was so much simpler before I started dating Kid," you sniffled.

-----------------

Kid had recently just got back from another mission, and was already looking at the board for new ones. That didn't stop a fuming Maka from making her way to him to knock some sense into that symmetry obsessed being.

"Kid!" He didn't even bother to sneak a second glance at the flat chested meister.

"Maka, not now. I'm looking for—"

"It's about ______." Now this got his attention. What was wrong with his precious ______? Was she sick, or even worse, majorly hurt?

Now, remember, Kid knows nothing about your depression. You had stopped yourself from telling any of your problems before this day.

Before Kid could ask what was wrong, his wrist was tightly grabbed before he was dragged all the way to your room.

-----------------

You smiled —for what seemed like the first time in ages by the way— at a picture you and Kid took together. You had your arm wrapped around him, as he had his arm wrapped around you as well. Your remaining hand was held up in a peace sign, and he copied your movements once more. You were both, symmetrical .

Meanwhile, two meisters were on their way to your apartment. One fuming, the other quite confused and frankly worried about his beloved.

Your door slammed open, a loud bang following shortly after. "There," Maka shoved Kid your way and he stumbled to keep his balance before falling on his stomach near you. You looked at him with previously year filled eyes. He saw your sad and dreadful appearance. Your eyes were dull and puffy, your skin was paler, probably from either dehydration or the lighting. Tear stains drenched your cheeks, something he never wanted to see his dear ______ have coating her face.

He reached a hand out to stroke your cheek. "______... What has become of you?" You smiled sadly at him.

"Kid, nothing is wrong! But I'm happy you're ba—"

"No, please don't lie to me." You sighed. He was stubborn, he wasn't going to give up in finding out what was troubling you. "Fine, you win." He focused all of your attention on you.

"Kid, I miss you." This confused him. You missed him...?

"What do you mean by that __—"

"I mean that I never see you anymore." His eyes widened at the firmness in your voice.

"You're always on missions, I never see you anymore—" Your words were jumbling together at how fast and flustered your words were. "Kid, I love you. You know that. Do you know how much it hurts to be pushed away from someone you love? Do you know how lonely I've been?" He remained speechless as you'd never opened up to him this fiercely before.

"I lie and say I'm alright, when all I can think about is 'When will Kid be home?'. And then when you finally do return, you immediately neglect your friends and family to swoop in and go on another mission." You were practically done being considerate. You've been considerate for too long, you've craved his presence for too long. "I want you here... I want to spend more time with you.. I know we said our education comes first and all, but I want to say 'Screw that,' because I need you in my damn life Death the Kid." You had poured out each and every drop of emotion you had felt for the last few months. It felt good, it felt even better to know it was Kid who was finally listening. When no words came from Kid, you could say you were disappointed. Well, that is before he planted a soft kiss on your chapped lips.

"______.. I'm sorry," He sighed and placed a hand on his forehead in disappointment.

"I didn't realize you felt this way; probably because I haven't been here. Honestly, there's nothing much I can say besides I'm truly, desperately sorry." That was enough for you. You practically threw yourself on him and showered him in light, dreamy kisses. He felt that this was right; Having you in his arms and presence; Because he loved you. And he knew you loved him desperately as well.
Nothing could get in the way of you both now, it was just you and him taking on the stressful, the unexpected, the absolute wonderful joys of life.

Well, maybe something .

But not right now it couldn't.