Doodling randomly into  my notebook, I was only half listening to the teacher's lecture, not  really too interested in what he had to say. After all, it's not like I  really had much to learn, as this lecture was mostly aimed at the  Meisters. Being a weapon, it had very little to do with me.

Setting down my pencil, I  tugged gently on my one glove as I stared at the series of circles I'd  made across the paper. Shrugging, I quietly tore the paper out and sat  it aside, ready to start a new drawing.

By the time class had  ended, I'd completely forgotten about that piece of paper, walking out  the door and heading home for the day.

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Back in the classroom a  boy picked up the paper, wondering if the person who sat here had  forgotten their homework, until he looked down to see the page covered  in circles. Perfectly round circles flowing across the page to create a  larger perfectly shaped circle.

"How can someone as  unsymmetrical as that girl, create something like this?" He mumbled to  himself, remembering the (h/c) haired girl who sat here with her  mismatched socks, odd clothing and single glove, a shudder running  through him.

Looking down at the  paper again, he couldn't find a single flaw in the symmetry of the  pattern. Even the circles creating the overall shape where somehow  perfectly placed and sized to be symmetric with those on the other side  of the page. No matter if it was folded top to bottom or side to side,  each circle was a perfect match to its opposite.

Sliding the page  carefully into his notebook and putting it away, he walked out the door  with his mind filled with thoughts of symmetrical patterns swirling  around an unsymmetrical girl.

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A few days later, I was  doodling again while the teacher gave another long lecture. I probably  should pay more attention to this one, but it really was more  interesting to doodle instead. Maybe if our teacher could find better  things to lecture us about. Or at least stop trying to find excuses to  cut things open and see what was inside...

Suddenly feeling like I  was being watched, I lifted my head up expecting to have the teacher  glaring down at me. Nope, he was still going on about some poor creature  he wanted to 'examine' at the front of the class, one of the other  students arguing with him about it.

Shrugging, I figured  that I was fine to keep doodling and added a few more loops to the paper  before tearing it out and moving to a fresh page. This was way more fun  than the lecture!

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There was no way it  could be her. Just look at those socks again! Shivering, the dark-haired  boy glared at the mismatched socks before lifting his gaze to the  single (color) glove worn on her right hand. Shaking his head, he turned  back to watch the events taking place at the front of the class,  thinking it must have been someone else that left the drawing.

The quiet sound of paper  being torn caused him to turn his head back, watching with wide eyes as  the (h/c) haired girl sat a sheet of paper to the side. Looking  closely, he could just make out familiarly symmetrical circles covering  the page, although he couldn't quite make out the pattern this time.

During a short break, he  saw his chance to look closer when the girl walked over to talk to  their teacher. Walking nearer to her desk, he glanced down to see the  circles carefully looping across the paper to form a flower, the petals  gently shaped so the whole thing would be symmetrically perfect.

Looking up quickly, he  saw her still talking quietly about something with Dr. Stein. Glancing  around, nobody else was looking so he took the chance to pick up the  paper and hurried back to his desk, slipping the paper into his notebook  to be placed with the other when he got home.

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I was trying hard to pay  attention in class today, since this time it was aimed at weapons like  myself. I might not be the best weapon in class but I still wanted to  become one that was worthy of being used by a Meister.

By the time break came, I  looked down at my notes to see small circles filling what would have  been blank space in-between the words. Slapping my forehead, I sighed  and got up, ready to ask the teacher to explain a few things that I  hadn't understood during class.

Walking down the aisle  to where Dr. Stein was standing, talking already with a short black  haired boy. Standing to the side, I looked out the windows and settled  in for a long wait. That boy was never fast, always seeming to take  forever for the simplest ideas to soak in.

In a very short amount of time, I had already become lost in my daydreams.

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He stood watching her as  she walked to the front of the class, stopping to wait for her turn  with the teacher as she began gazing absently out the window, lost in  thought. Seeing his chance for the day, he walked casually up to lean  against the front of her desk, looking at her open notebook from the  corner of his eyes.

Row upon row of messy  written notes were ignored as he stared at the multitude of perfect  circles and seemingly randomly placed figure 8's, each on a wonder of  perfection. Never had he seen anyone else bother to make such a perfect 8  before, the top and bottom equal in size and placed to be perfectly  symmetrical to each other.

Pulling back slightly,  he suddenly noticed a subtle pattern to the placement of the 8's upon  the page and could only stare in shock before turning to face the girl  who could create such a thing. The sight of her crocked bangs however,  made him cringe slightly. How... How could such an imperfect looking  person create such perfect art as he had been... Collecting...

Looking again between  the paper next to him and the (h/c)-haired girl, he began noticing other  small details that he hadn't before. The almost perfect symmetry of her  face, partially hidden by the uneven bangs. The soft looking arch of  her lips when she smiled properly as she gazed at out the window,  instead of that one-sided grin she gave normally. Even the way her..

Raising his hand to hide  his sudden blush, he raised his eyes back up to her face before looking  away, embarrassed at where his eyes had wandered. And how odd for him  to think like that, when he'd never felt that way when looking at his  own weapons' to check for symmetry.

Perhaps he needed to look further into the way this girl was effecting him, as well as why.

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Well, that had been a  pain. Walking back to my desk after finally talking to Dr. Stein, I felt  exhausted. Who knew waiting for one boy to stop talking could be so  draining... I gasped when I felt myself bump into someone, realizing I  hadn't been paying attention to what was in front of me.

"I'm sorry!" I said loudly, looking up to see Kid's two-tone yellow eyes staring at me calmly.

Great, of all the people  to bump into, it had to be the Headmaster's son... I was doomed.  Waiting for him to say something, I was shocked when instead, I saw a  faint pink appear on his face.

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He hadn't expected to  run into her like that the other day. It was impossible to get the  memory of what he had seen out of his mind. Her eyes. Her perfect (e/c)  eyes had the most amazing pattern within them. Perfect tiny bubble-like  circles within her eyes, just like the ones she drew.

He still wasn't sure how  long he had stood there staring into those eyes before she finally  blinked at him, breaking him from the spell-like gaze as she apologized  again and moved past him.

The next several days,  he found himself pondering on ways to 'fix' the imperfections keeping  her from being as symmetrical as he realized she could become. After  all, she had so much potential, if only she would make a few small  changes here and there.

Starting with that hair.

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He'd just walked up  after class today and told me he was taking me for a hair cut. I'd  thought he was joking at first, that it was some kind of prank maybe.  Seeing a hair salon in front of us that we were getting closer to each  step, I was starting to wonder if he was actually serious about this.

"I don't get it... Why  are you taking me to get my hair cut? Is there something wrong with it?"  I questioned the boy pulling me by my hand, one hand reaching up to tug  gently on my bangs as I frowned. Was my hair really that bad looking?

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Looking back when he  felt the girl slow down after asking the questions, he almost cringed at  seeing the sad look on her face. Slowing down to a halt, he gave her a  quick, awkward hug.

"I didn't mean for it to  seem like that. I just... I... I want you to look... as pretty as I  know you can be..." Blushing, he looked away from her and started gently  pulling her towards the salon again, not seeing the blush that rose to  her cheeks.

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He thought I could  look... pretty? Blushing, I brought my free hand to cover my cheeks as I  was pulled behind him, staring at his back. Moments later, I was being  sat down, a tall male looking at me until Kid pulled him aside and began  whispering to him. I was confused when the man left the room and Kid  walked up, grabbing a comb and water bottle.

"Close your eyes, (y/n)" He demanded gently, beginning to wet my hair.

Closing my eyes, I spent  the next hour sitting quietly in the chair, trusting a boy I barely  knew. Trusting the boy who said I could be pretty.

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For one hour, he'd been  feeling his heart race at the feel of her hair around his fingers. He'd  been able to look at her face as much as he wanted, unconcealed by those  once uneven bangs. Again he was captivated by her lips for a time,  almost causing her to open her eyes, until he finally snapped out of it  and began trimming the rest of her soft hair.

Taking the chance to  look closely at her (s/c) skin, he could make out tiny patterns, once  again small circles that seemed to swirl across her skin. Thankfully,  they were the same on both sides of her, keeping things symmetrical.

Finally, he finished  with the scissors, placing them down and slowly beginning to comb out  her (h/c) hair. Looking at her when he was done, he was startled at just  how symmetrical she appeared to be. Yes, she would definitely be worth  the work.

Now to just get her to  start dressing more symmetrically. Starting, perhaps, with those socks.  But he would have to be more careful this time, since he didn't want to  make her feel sad again. Maybe... If they were a present?

Yes, a present.

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Lifting up the perfectly  wrapped box, I sat down in wonder at my desk, peering at the apparent  gift as I wondered what it was and who it was from. There hadn't been a  note to say who it was from. How weird...

Why would someone leave  me a gift without leaving their name? How would I know who to thank? But  really, the biggest question on my mind was...

"How did someone know it was my birthday today?"

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He blinked in mild shock  at the coincidence of giving her the present today of all days. Having  heard those words whispered from her as he walked past had caused an  unusual warmth to fill him. He was sure nobody else knew about the days  significance for her, judging by both her whispered question and her  surprise at seeing the gift.

Suddenly knowing he was  the only one who knew, the only one who had gotten her anything at all  today, left him feeling... Special, like he was the only one who needed  to know. The only one who deserved to know...

But, why was he feeling  that way? Wasn't he just happy to be helping her become more  symmetrically inclined? To reach the potential that he'd seen in her?  Surely that was all this was.

Yes, he was just happy  to be helping her, because surely she wanted to this too. Right? After  all, just a haircut had her looking so much prettier. Gazing at her with  a soft smile, he ignored the looks he was getting from the other  students, including his own weapons.

For the rest of the day,  everyone whispered behind his back about the 'cute crush' that Kid had  gotten on (y/n), making sure neither of the two heard them.

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I sat staring at the  open box in my lap. I'd been fine with all the presents so far. A bit  shocked at the continued arrival of them, for so long after my birthday,  but still okay with them. But this one, this one I couldn't accept so  easily. Whoever it was, as nice as they were being, they just didn't  understand.

Tracing my fingers over  the single glove I wore, I looked back at the box on my lap and put the  lid back on, sealing it shut once more. I'm sorry, whoever you are, but I  can't give up my last connection I had to my family.

Setting the gift to the  side, I pulled my notebook out along with a pencil. Drawing always made  me feel better and today I had a feeling I would be using up a lot of  paper.

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He looked at the box  with a frown. Maybe she didn't like the color? No... She'd seemed to be  more than happy with the (fav/c) socks he'd gotten her the other day. In  fact, she was wearing them today, so that couldn't be it. Was it the  style? He'd tried to find ones similar to the... single glove she wore  already, but it really wasn't easy to find.

Perhaps that was why she  didn't seem to want it. Maybe he needed to have a pair special made to  replace it. One that would match her current glove perfectly, but as a  full set of course. Yes, it would be a bit of work, but seeing how  lovely she looked wearing the symmetrical outfits he'd gifted her with  over the past few weeks, he knew it would be worth it.

After all, she was  almost perfect now. Perhaps it was time to get closer to her, help her  understand how important it was to him, how important SHE was to him.  Before all those other guys started getting too close to her. He'd seen  how they looked at her lately.

He'd already had to have  a... Talk with a couple of them. Not that he could really blame them.  She was so close to perfect that it was hard not to stare at her. Yes,  for once maybe Patty was right. It was time to let (y/n) know how he  felt.

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I was sitting there,  just eating my sandwich as I drew in my notebook yet again, when  something blocked the light and caused a shadow to fall across the  table. Looking up, I saw Kid standing there with that tiny smile I'd  been noticing lately. I'd only just recently admitted to myself how cute  that smile was, the smallest curve of his lips

"Do you need something,  Kid?" I asked politely, feeling a smile of my own grow in response to  his as I looked into his eyes. I could feel my cheeks burn when I  finally took in the words he'd said.

"I like you, (y/n). I'm  tired of just looking at you from across the room or down the hall. I'd  like to get closer to you, to get to know more about you. I'm not really  good at this relationship stuff, but I'd like to try it with you... If  you'll let me?" The blush that raced across his cheeks was dark enough  it could match my own burning face.

Too flustered to talk, all I could do was nod at him, my (e/c) eyes wide with shock.

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We had been on another  date, having been one several already since we started dating a few  months ago, when we ended up in a fight after coming out of the small  cafe we'd been sitting in. The fight had gone well, as far as I was  concerned, but Kid seemed to be rather upset about something. Looking up  into his frowning face, all I could think to do was lean forward and  kiss his cheek, hugging him tightly afterwards and hoping that  everything would be okay.

"Please don't be upset,  Kid. Everything will be okay." Leaning my head against his chest, I  could hear his racing heart begin to slow down to a more calm beating.

"Yes, you're right. Everything will be  okay. I'll make sure of it." Feeling his arms wrap around me  protectively, all I could do was smile and feel the love he held for me.

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He had to protect her. Now that he knew she was still unstable in her weapon form, he was even more driven to protect her. He needed to  protect her. After all, she had become so beautiful for him, slowly  letting him make her symmetrically perfect. As much as any person could  be, at least.

And now that he had seen  her weapon form, he knew they were meant to be together. After all,  what could be a more symmetrical weapon than a sharpened metal blade in  the form of a perfect circle. She was a Chakram, a perfectly circular  Chakram.

The thing that had  attracted his eye, was such a deep part of who and what she was, was  there in her weapon form. It just heightened how much she was completely  and utterly perfect.

If only she would get rid of that glove.

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Where was it? It had to  be here, so why couldn't I find it? Throwing things across the room,  digging under pillows and blankets, through dirty clothes, looking under  books... I looked everywhere and I couldn't find it.

Where was my brother's glove?

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He leaned back happily  as he watched the last of the fabric slowly burn away, no longer able to  keep her from looking perfectly symmetrical. He'd give her a better  pair when he saw her on their date. After all, he'd worked very hard to  have the new pair made.

They looked almost  exactly the same as the last pair, but he'd had circles stitched into  the fabric. Something to symbolize her. Surely she would prefer it over  the worn glove with it's tiny rips and stains.

She would thank him for getting rid of the thing.

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"You did what?" I stared  at the person in front of me, feeling my eyes sting with the tears that  wanted to fall as soon as he'd said those words to me.

"I don't know why you  are getting upset. The thing was old, practically ready to fall apart.  It was beyond time most people would get rid of it and replace it with  something new, something better. That's why I got you a new pair."  Holding out the pair to me again, I could only wonder how I'd ever  thought he understood me.

"You really never  bothered to see me at all, did you? You only saw who you wanted me to  be... I'm sorry if I made you think that I was okay with that, but I'm  not. I only accepted some things because I thought you loved me, that  you cared about me. And I thought I loved you... But I don't think I can  anymore. Not after what you've done. And worst of all, you never even  bothered to find out why I kept that glove. You never cared enough to  ask." Feeling the tears finally roll down my cheeks, I turned and walked  away from him.

"Why does that old glove  matter so much?! Why would you give up on us, on me, because of some  dirty old glove? You're right, I don't understand, so tell me!" The  anger in his voice just worked to make me even sadder. He really wasn't  the boy I'd thought he was...

"That 'dirty old glove'  was the last thing I had of my brother's. My mother made it for him  before he went into battle. That glove was the only thing they brought  back. That's why I never got rid of it. And that is why I can't forgive  you. Goodbye..." Not having looked at him once, I walked off, heading  back home and hoping that I would never have to talk to him again.

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He stood there in shock,  the realization of what he'd done, what he'd allowed himself to do  without even thinking to ask her why she'd kept something so worn and  old, finally hit him as she walked out of his life. How was he supposed  to live with himself now?

And more importantly,  how was he supposed to live without her? She had become such an  important part of his life, of his day to day functions. As soon as he  woke up in the morning, he was already thinking about her. When he got  to school, she was the first person he looked for and the last he saw  before heading home.

She had become the center of his universe and now she had walked out of his life? No. Just no. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let that happen.

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Weeks later I sat in  class, too drained to even try to pay attention to the teacher. I could  barely even keep my eyes open, having spent most of the night crying,  just like I did every night since the situation happened between me and  Kid.

And now all I could do  was sit there, not even aware of anything as I drew circle after circle  on the paper, not even looking at what I was drawing. When class was  over, I ripped the paper out and threw it in the trash after I saw what  I'd drawn.

Leaving, I didn't even bother to look behind me, knowing who's eyes I'd felt on me all day.

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He knew it. He knew she  hadn't really stopped loving him. She was just fighting it, being  stubborn. Neither one of them was happy like this and he was growing  tired to being alone. More importantly, he was tired of seeing her look  so miserable and exhausted.

Looking down at her  latest drawing, he knew was time to get her back. He carefully placed  the drawing away, still slightly amazed to have realized she could  capture his own facial features with nothing but a series of tiny,  little circles.

He needed her, but in  order to have her, he needed to make sure she wouldn't be able to leave  him again. But that's okay, he knew it would be worth the effort. She  was always worth the effort.

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I felt weird when I woke  up. Everything felt heavy, my body almost impossible to move. I  couldn't even open my eyes, the lids too heavy to move. The only things I  seemed able to do were listen to the sounds around me and smell the  faint pungent scent of some strange incense.

"Don't worry. I'll take  care of you now. I'll keep you safe and once everything is ready, I'll  let you finish waking up. But I can't let you yet, not until I've made  sure you won't be able to leave me." Hearing his voice, I felt a shiver  deep inside me, strong enough to cause my heavy body to tremble just a  bit.

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Sitting beside the  captured (y/n) laying within the special room he'd built for her, Kid  reached over and gently caressed her face. He just needed to fix a few  more things and she wouldn't be able to leave him again.

Although his Father  might frown a bit at what he was doing, surely he would understand.  After all, she would be perfect when he was done. And he needed her. So  very, very much.

"Shhh... It'll be okay.  Soon I'll be done fixing you, then I'm sure you'll understand." Leaning  forward, he gently pressed his lips to the very center of her forehead.

"I love you (y/n). And I always will. After all, we'll be together forever."