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In the middle of Death City, a large structure sat. Many spikes protruded from the building and a skull adorned the facade of the complex. This was Shibusen, the school for weapons and their meisters. A young, black haired boy clad in a black and white suit approached the school on his skateboard, his hair waving in the light breeze. He suddenly stopped, jumping off of the skateboard and catching it in his right hand. With a bright flash of light, the board began disappearing into his hand, and once it was completely gone, the boy clenched his fist. He began to climb the steps, taking two at a time. Once he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped, putting a hand on his chin.

"Oh.....Chichi-ue's school is so symmetrical~!" he said, smiling. Once he was done admiring the symmetry of his father's school, he walked off at a brisk pace, entering the school in search of his teacher.

"Stein-hakase?" the student called, making his way towards Stein's classroom.

[[HOW'S THAT? xD]]

Just as Kid had rounded the corner, heading into Stein's room, a scalpel /barely/ missed his head. The young shinigami jumped back, his feet slipping on the slick flooring of Shibusen. He wasn't about to land on his face, though. The boy put one of his hands out in front of him, using it as support as he did a somersault. He landed back on his feet, staring at Professor Stein with his signature yellow eyes. "What was that for, Stein-hakase?" Kid asked, smoothing the wrinkles out of his suit jacket. He then moved his hand to his wrist, adjusting the buttons on his sleeve. I must be perfectly symmetrical.... the boy thought, continuing to fiddle with the buttons on his left sleeve.

"Anyways. I just thought that I'd pay you a visit," the young Shinigami said, stepping forward and placing his hand on the box that held the rat inside. "Are you planning on dissecting this?" Stein's student asked, crouching down and peering at the pitiful creature inside of the container. He reached down into the box, pulling the trembling creature out of it with both hands. The animal dangled from the Shinigami's hands, feet kicking as if the rat were swimming. Kid placed the rat on the floor, watching it scramble to the back of the room. After a few minutes, the creature had disappeared from sight.

"Why don't you.....dissect animals that are already /dead/?" he asked, giving Stein a curious look. "Have you ever wondered how the animals you dissect feel in the last moments of their life?" Without waiting for an answer, the boy turned around, placing a hand on his chin. "Don't you think they feel fear? And pain?" the boy continued, sounding more like an interrogator than a student. He suddenly stopped, and once a few moments of silence had passed, he allowed his hand to fall back to his side. He turned back around to face his teacher, his yellow eyes focusing on his teacher's face. He observed every inch of Shibusen's strongest Meister's face, taking 'mental' notes.

The Shinigami smirked as his teacher explained the scalpel-throwing. "Hmm, I'm sure Chichi-ue would be proud," he said in a playful tone. THe student watched his teacher turn around in his chair, arms crossed on the top of the seat. Hmm.....what a /symmetrical/ way to sit.... Kid thought to himself, admiring his favorite form of art. The smile faded from his face once Stein caught on to him. "Hmm....possibly. But it's not important. Besides, can't a student have a friendly chat with his teacher?" the boy asked, raising an eyebrow at his teacher.

Kid narrowed his eyes at Stein's bored tone as he explained his dissection habits. The boy gave a small cough once the cigarette smoke drifted over to him. Nng....what a disgusting habit. He thought, frowning. Stein's words sent a chill through the Shinigami. "I-i see....." he commented, attempting to keep his voice level. Once his teacher continued to answer the other questions he asked, Kid began to feel uneasy. Dissect....a Shinigami?! he thought, stifling a gasp.

"Hmm....I see......I was expecting an answer like that," Kid mumbled, moving a hand to the back of his head. Yellow hues focused on Stein's face, and his gaze traveled along the length of the scar on his professor's face. "How painful looking..." he muttered under his breath. He then locked his gaze with Stein's, preparing to answer his question. "Hnng.....not really.......I was just wondering....How did you get that scar?" the curious boy asked, waving a hand at the scar that went across the left side of his teacher's face.

Kid smirked at the mention of Chichi-ue. When he was just a child, his father, Shinigami-sama, always talked about how proud his son made him. Enough years had gone by to enable him to look back on this, and he smiled, almost laughing at the memories of his father. "Yes...Chichi-ue is a proud man," the student replied, looking down at the floor. "I'm certainly glad I please him."

The Shinigami moved his hands to his pockets and slowly looked up again, still thinking back. He gave a small shake of his head, hoping that would clear his thoughts. He listened to each and every one of Stein's words, analyzing them and forming organized answers in his mind. "Well....I guess you could say that a friendly chat is important to me," he paused before continuing. "Hmm....there are times when you are, and times when you aren't," Kid stated, nodding to himself. "You /are/ a bit....scary when you're focusing on dissection." He chuckled, moving one hand from his pocket to the back of his neck. Soft, black locks fell over the pale skin of his hand as he moved his palm up and down his neck. His muscles were tense, as he was not used to having one on one conversations with his teacher. The boy was somewhat nervous, although he didn't show it. Unconsciously, his hand moved up the side of his face and stopped at his sanzu lines. His hand then moved to the right, brushing some of the thick, black hair out of his face.

His hand fell back to his side once Stein let out a small 'heh'. "What's so funny, Stein-hakase?" Kid asked, tilting his head to the right. He studied his professor's facial expression, attempting to discern what was so mirthful. After a pause that felt like years, he glanced away from the professor's face, lost in thought.

Once his teacher began talking about the scar, Kid's head snapped up, and he allowed curiosity to get the best of him. He...dissected himself? he conceived, letting out a small gasp that was barely audible. The young shinigami quickly composed himself, faking a smile. "Hah, you really /are/ obsessed with dissection, aren't you?" the student asked with a laugh. He prayed that Stein-hakase couldn't see right through him.

Kid's obsession was probably caused thanks to the fact that he /was/ the perfect boy raised by the perfect father. ....Therefore, everything around him had to be perfect. That would also explain why the young Shinigami was always in denial about his obsession. He always tried his hardest to be perfectly symmetrical, but that was impossible, thanks to the sanzu lines that covered half of his hair. He became extremely depressed at the mere mention of the white 'stripes.' He had tried dying his hair before, but the lines would continue to show up.....he had tried /everything/, but they never went away.

Kid read Stein's lips....did he just say obsession? The boy shook his head. N-no! He didn't....say....that... he thought, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He was relieved once Stein spoke again. "Ah.....yes......you can be a bit frightening. Others aren't...used to seeing you act more like an insane scientist than a teacher," he said with a chuckle. "Me? Try /dissecting/?" He said with an incredulous look upon his face. "I think not......some of us get a bit squeamish once confronted with the sight of a mutilated animal." The shinigami didn't seem to be frightened anymore ; he had composed himself to be cool, calm, and collected like he normally was.

"Hmm...I'm sure you do get a thrill out of that," Kid commented, blankly staring at his teacher's hand. His gaze eventually moved to his own sleeve, and he quickly moved a hand to adjust the article of clothing. He slid the button in and out of his fingers until his teacher answered the question about his obsession with dissection. "You /suppose/?" he asked, chuckling. Once his teacher waved his other hand, the shinigami's gaze moved to that hand holding the cigarette. He watched the professor move the cigarette to the ashtray on his desk, leaving the nasty thing there. When Stein dropped the scalpel, Kid flinched, slightly annoyed by the metallic noise. "Heh.....I hope today's lesson doesn't involve dissection," the boy commented, grinning at his teacher.