So basically I decided to make a bunch of KiMa (Kid x Maka) oneshots and stuff them all into this, there will be other side shippings (such as SoulxLiz, PattyxCrona, and Black*StarxTsubaki and etc... Or cheating BFs lmao) but the main pairing will be Kid and Maka.

R&R!

(AU where Spirit is the king in one kingdom and Lord Death is king of a different one)

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Being the daughter of King Spirit, really sucked majority of the time.

For instance...

You don't get to see your mom, aka the queen, very often anymore. She technically wasn't the queen anymore because she had left Spirit and her daughter behind, but she still did send Maka postcards with inspirational words and had stories about her travels.

Another problem was that your dad was a complete womanizer, which is what led to Maka's mom leaving the kingdom. Women fawning over your dad, cheating on all of them, doing... Inapppropriate actions. Yeah.

Lastly, your dad makes the stupid law that the princess MUST marry one of her suitors once her 15th birthday has rolled around.

Maka groaned as she stood by her father, or rather, about 10 feet away from him because of him being surrounded by several ladies. She had turned 15 less than a week ago and was silently cursing time for going by so fast and betraying her. Instead, she tried to focus on all the suitors that came up and introduced themselves. Since there would be a ball later, Spirit had decided that Maka should meet all her suitors (about 50 of them, the last time she checked) before the ball started.

"All these suitors suck so far..." She muttered, inwardly groaning and feigning a polite smile as a facade.

"They're all dull and this is getting seriously repetitive," she thought as another suitor tried to woo her with pretty words and an elaboratley decorated ring.

Maka would do ANYTHING do escape right here and now and dash straight to the royal library to get a good book to read. The suitors all had fancy clothes, due to them all being rich and the sons of noblesmen and other kingdoms. And they were all. So. Damn. Annoying. And. Snobby.

In her eyes they were practically all arrogant and ignorant brats.

It was blatantly obvious that they were looking for the status, the money, the gains they would take in the social class.

Finally, after was seemed like a million years, her faithful servant (and her best friend inside the palace), Tsubaki, softly said

"Princess Maka, this is the last suitor. After this the ball will begin in about an hour."

"Thank you Tsubaki, go see if Liz, Soul, or Patty need help with the last minute preparations, you don't want them setting the kitchen on fire again. I'll see you there," Maka replied with a quick smile.

Tsubaki nodded and took off, disappearing into the grand hallways.

Maka sighed and quietly said to herself "it's almost over, it's almost over, the beginning is almost over..."

She looked up to see a young boy, around her age, walking up until he was about 5 feet away from her. Maka quickly took in his most notable features. He had a black and white suit, a black fluttering cape that complimented his attire, and leather dark grey pants. In addition, he wore a silvery white brooch in the shape of a oddly shaped, even silly looking skull underneath his shirt collar. What really caught her attention though, was the three white stripes that stopped perfectly at the center of his raven black bangs and his golden irises that seem to reflect the sun itself.

He bowed slightly, and quiety said "My name is Death the Kid, son of Lord Death in DeathWeapon Kingdom, but most people call me Kid for short."

"Lord Death's son eh? He's probably a shinigami like his father," Maka thought.

Maka courtesied in response.

"Pleased to make your aquaintence, Prince Kid."

He smiled, making Maka's heart skip a beat.

"Just Kid is fine, no formalities needed."

Maka returned the smile, making Kid's own heart skip a beat. She hated having to act polite and appear to be all dainty like a princess was expected to be.

Kid turned to Spirit, who was still hopelessly distracted by the women fawning all over him.

"I see your father is quite... Unique," he said.

Then Kid silently walked up to her and whispered "In a bad way."

Maka snorted in response. At least someone could relate to how she feel in a way.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

Kid turned toward her.

"Then did you know elephants could fly?" He joked.

Maka stifled a giggle, using all her willpower to suppress the urge to laugh out loud.

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As the ball dragged on well onto midnight, Maka finally managed to escape the crowd and retreat to a balcony that portruded into the starry night. The endless amount of suitors (okay maybe around fifty but still, it was enough to piss her off) had annoyed her past her breaking point, but she had to force herself to keep a polite facade on her face. Maka sighed once she scanned that she was in the clear.

"Mmm... A very symmetrical palace that suits a perfectly symmetrical angel," a familiar voice commented with a playful ring to it.

She turned and greeted Kid with a questioning look.

"Symmetrical?"

"Yes, symmetry. Symmetry is the key to anything in life. As long as the balance between good and evil remain at equilibrium in this world, there won't be a problem." Kid said, closing his eyes meaningfully.

"Very inspiring, teacher. Soooo... I'm taking it that you're a symmetry fanatic?"

"It's more of an OCD I was riddled with."

"Then why the asymmetrical white stripes?"

The split second those words left her mouth, Kid banged his head on the edge of the balcony, ranting on words of self-hate while Maka desperately tried to distract him from it.

"Don't worry Kid! Those stripes really suit you! It's kinda hard to imagine them all the way around to be honest."

After another 20 seconds had passed, Kid quieted from his breakdown and sheepishly apologized.

"Those... hideous white stripes sadly are a literal part of me. Dyeing my hair doesn't work at all."

He face planted on the balcony again.

"Being a shinigami sucks," he muttered.

Maka giggled.

"You know, your OCD fits are cute," she said, and Kid looked up are her and mouthed the word "really?"

"I can relate. Being a princess sucks. Formalities, the endless boring days..." She began.

"The academic lessons, strict rules, mannerisms..." Kid continued.

"My dad being a womanizer, and my mom leaving this kingdom once she got fed up with my cheating dad..."

Kid hummed in agreement and understanding.

"My father being a strange wacko sometimes, not knowing my mother..."

Maka turned in surprise at him.

"Really? What happened to your mom?" She asked incredulously.

"Father told me she died giving birth to me."

"That's terrible! I'm sorry I turned the conversation to-"

Kid waved a hand in dismissal and said "Don't worry, I never knew her, so I grew up being okay with it."

Maka felt her heart and face warm up ever so slightly. Kid definetly wasn't like the other suitors. He was kind, relatable to, quite handsome, around her age (16 to be exact). What was also appealing about him was that he wasn't perfect, just like she was. Maka noticed that even though on the outside, he seemed confident and proud, sometimes he was a nervous wreck when he becomes anxious. He was also pretty silly and adorable at times... Maka quitly clapped her face, attemtping to rid the blush on her cheeks.

Kid turned to her and chuckled, once again making Maka's face dust with pink.

"You know, you're really adorable too. And..." Kid looked downwards toward the lights that were scattered across King Spirit's kingdom. "And beautiful... The moonlight really brings out the jade emerald color of your eyes."

At this, Kid turned to his right, then his left, as if he was checking to see no one was here.

"Good, no one except you and me."

Maka looked at him with a slightly confused glance. He reached into the inner fold of his black cape and gently held out a delicate white rose, ridden of its thorns. It was simple, yet such an elegant thing that Maka was questioning whether or not it was even real.

"T-thank you Kid," she said with a bright smile that could've made the most evil hearts melt.

"No problem. Sorry it wasn't like the other fancy jewelry that other suitors had," he said, slightly embarrassed and involuntarily drew his hand behind his head.

"Don't be, it's a beautiful rose, unlike any other I've ever seen," Maka said, in awe of the rose and delicatley rotating it, admiring all its perfections.

Kid quickly cleared his throat, anticipating for the worst, then said "Princess Maka Albarn, will... Will you do the honor of... *Goddammit of all times to mess up*... becoming an eternal partner for an asymmetrical shinigami?"

Kid shut his eyes, an obvious shade of pink dusting his cheeks, and he prepared himself for the worst. Instead though, he was greeted with Maka reaching out and holding his own extended hand.

"I, Maka Albarn, hereby will become Death the Kid's bride and remain by his side for the many years to come," Maka said, then proceeded to squeeze the life out of Kid by giving him a bone-crushing hug. Kid caught his breath and smiled brightly, hugging her back.

So maybe the law her father inplanted on this kingdom wasn't SO bad after all.

Sure, there are the werid perks that this kingdom has, as shitty as it sometimes may be.

But hey.

Maka wasn't a normal princess.

Kid wasn't a normal shinigami prince.

Spirit wasn't a normal scythe weapon king.

Lord Death wasn't a normal lord of death.

And her crew wasn't a normal crew of servants.

Therefore, the united kingdom between DeathWeapon kingdom and Scythe Kingdom shouln't be normal.

And the two young heirs to the throne shouldn't be a normal king and queen.

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Ahahaaaa... Oh my god this sucked. I'll try to revise it once I get the hang of writing fanfics a little better :'D

(Is it just me or are both Maka and DTK are *extremely* OOC in this?)