All That We Knew

~ Maka ~

My name is Maka Albarn, I am now twenty-eight years old and I work at the DWMA, the school I used to attend when I was only thirteen. But back then, life was different but now, that's all like ancient history. History I wish I could forget, but now matter how hard I try, it's like a diamond that's to hard to smash.

My friends tell me that I shouldn't dwell too much on the past, they say I should stay strong for the world and enjoy my youth while I still can. But they can say it over and over as many times as they possibly would want to but it would never change history, my history.

"Maka!" Liz exclaimed. "Did you even just hear a single word I said?"

I turnt my head to face her. "Sorry, I spaced out for a minute."

She rolled her eyes and held two nail varnish bottles up in front of my face. "Pink, or blue?"

I didn't care. "Blue."

"Maka, you look tired." Tsubaki looked concerned. "Maybe you should go to sleep."

"But it's a sleepover!" The little blonde jumped up cuddling her stuffed toys. "You can't sleep at a sleepover!"

Liz placed her palm against her face. "Yes Patty, you do…"

The little Thompson sister looked confused. "Really?"

"That's why it's called a sleepover." Tsubaki explained.

"I think…" I stammered. "I will sleep."

Liz smiled lightly. "Well, we got the festival to go to in the morning, don't forget that."

I laughed, it was hardly a sound. "I won't."

I closed my eyes as I lay there against the soft carpet ground, listening to the voices of my friends that were sitting just a few meters away from me, laughing, gossiping about everything. But there voices got quieter as I felt sleep taking over me and as their voices became quiet, another voice became clearer.

"Listen to me, can you hear me?" I didn't think it was a voice I heard before. It was a boy's voice. "You need to remember me, please don't forget!"

~ Thirteen years ago ~

"What's wrong with you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "You never used to be like this…"

Soul turned around to walk away. "I really don't care anymore."

I leapt forward and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Don't walk away from me!"

"Don't!" He pushed his arm forward pushing my shoulder, knocking me to the ground. "Don't touch me."

As I hit the floor, tears fell from my eyes, dripping from my chin and landing against my shirt, creating little drips of wetness all over me to soak through the material and drip yet again, against my chest.

"Why…?" I wiped the tears away. "Why are you like this…?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I'm just tired of you. You annoy me all the time, thinking that you control me."

I continued to cry burying my face inside my palms, letting the tears run through my fingers and fall down like rain in the summer, falling slowly and splashing ever so delicately with each emotion that they held.

"Are you seriously crying?" He asked. "Come on get up!"

He threw his leg towards me and my arm was pierced with pain as his foot came into contact with me, forcing me to fall to the side and lay against the ground, burying my face in the floor, still tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I've had enough." He turned around again. "Whatever kind of relationship that you thought we had, it's over now."

And he left me there. In the middle of the living room, laying against the ground, tears running down my face and a red mark covering my arm, swelling up with more pain as the minutes when past.

I sniffed, as if it were the only way to get rid of the tears, but they just kept on coming back, staining my cheeks as they dripped off of my chin, wanting to finally be free from being held inside my eyes for too long.

I slowly sat up. "Soul…"

The sound of his name escaping my lips, pressure was suddenly put on my shoulders and more tears ran down my face, tears that would never be seen again, their see-through liquid, never there again.

Not wanting to take the pain anymore, I pushed myself up off of the ground and not wasting a second I raced for the door, running outside of the house and running down the road. Running past people that gave me weird looks as I ran past them with tears still dripping from my face.

I didn't know where I was going, I hardly knew where I was, I just knew that I was running as fast as I could with my feet hardly slamming against the concrete ground that I could just about see beneath me.

"You're so stupid Maka!" I yelled to myself as stopped. "You're so stupid…"

I placed my hands on my thighs as I leant forward, trying my hardest to catch my breath but know matter how many breaths that I took, I still felt like I couldn't breathe, like I had no breath to catch whatsoever.

"Why the long face?"
Alerted I looked up, towards the water fountain standing beside me. Looking for the owner of the voice.

A boy, sat on the edge of the fountain, staring at me with golden eyes that were hid just the slightest underneath his jet black hair that held three white stripes that curved around the left side of his bangs.

I stammered. "D-Do I know you?"

He smiled. "Do you want to know me?"

~o~0~o~

We sat on the fountain and talked for hours. A boy I had never met before in my life, and I sat and talked to him for hours, and the thing was that he listened to me. For the first time in what seemed like years I talked about my troubles and a boy listened.

"Maybe you should talk to him?" He suggested. "He might understand."

I shook my head. "He won't. He never does."

He tilted his head to look up in the sky. "Well if he loves you, I'm sure he'll…"

"But that's the thing though, he doesn't love me." I quickly said before he could finish his sentence. "He told me himself, he doesn't care for me."

He took a deep sigh as he turned his head to look at me again with his dazzling golden eyes. They shone like the moon and the stars combined, dancing together like the next day they wouldn't exist. Making the most of their shine.

"My name's Death the Kid, but call me Kid." He smiled widely. "So tell me, is your name as pretty as your face?"

I couldn't help but giggle at his remark. "Maka, it's nice to meet you Kid."

He chuckled. "Nice to meet you too Maka…"

~ Death The Kid ~

It was her. The girl he wanted me to find, the girl he wanted me to take care of. I had finally found her. After all those years of looking, here she was, sitting in front of me with her green watery eyes, her pale tear stained cheeks and her sandy blonde hair with the piggy tails that sat neatly on either side of her head.

"Hey." She tapped my leg. "Thanks for talking to me, you really cheered me up."

I stuttered. "I-It's okay, it was nothing really, I just talked…"

"But you really made me feel better." She stood up and stepped in front of me. "You're a sweet guy."

I couldn't help but look up at her and smile even more, just looking into her eyes was enough to make the butterflies in my stomach flutter in complete excitement, flying around and dancing with each other.

"I'll catch you later." She waved me goodbye as she begun to turn around and walk away. "Thanks again… Kid."

I watched as she walked away, walking back the way that I had seen her run. Holding her hands behind her back as she balanced from side to side with every step that she too, her piggy tails bouncing up and down with every step.

I mumbled. "You're so beautiful…"

I felt something inside of me burst as she was just about to turn the corner of the street, I felt like I was being stabbed a hundred times in a row, each one hurting so much more than the last.

I threw myself up. "Wait!"

She stood still, staring at me confused, just as she was about to turn round the corner. She watched as I ran towards her, my cheeks heating up from being completely nervous and catching my breath as my heart raced.

"Let me walk you home…" I sighed.

She raised an eyebrow. "I can walk home, it's not that far…"

"Please!" I bowed my head forward. "I need to walk you home."

"Uh…" She hesitated. "O-Okay, walk me home then."

~o~0~o~

"I still don't get why you feel you have to walk me home." She said folding her arms over her chest.

"Well…" I mumbled a little. "You don't know, there can be all sorts of people walking about."

She laughed. "I've walked home thousands of times and no one has done anything to me."

I was so nervous around her, but I tried my hardest not to show it. What made me even more nervous was the fact that she didn't remember me, well I didn't think she did, even though I so badly hoped that she did.

"You're funny." She poked my cheek. "You know that?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "No, no ones ever told me that."

"Well they should." She smiled up at me. "You'll make some girl really happy one day."

My cheeks heated up. "You really think so…?"

She nodded slowly. "I know so."

"Maka…?"

I turned my head and as I did a white haired red eyed boy stood behind us with a rather angry looking expression on his face. He stood there staring back at me, biting his lower lip with his sharp white teeth.

Maka hesitated. "What… do you want?"

The boy closed his eyes. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. I was so out of line."

"It's okay…" She smiled. "I shouldn't have bossed you around too much."

I stood there staring between them, looking from left to right to see the expressions on their faces. Maka looked happy, so overjoyed words couldn't explain. But the boy, I could tell by his eyes that he didn't mean it, he didn't care. He was just as Maka said he was.

"Uh…" I stammered. "I should be leaving, I'll catch you later."

"Good." The boy said sharply. "Bye now."

Maka frowned. "I'll see you again?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

And then I left.