A/N: So I'm going to try to tackle the 100 theme challenge that I found on deviantart. I love trying to challenge myself, and figured this would be the best way to try to do that.

**For anyone that doesn't know what that is, let me fill you in. The link included in my profile will take you to a list of 100 different themes to which you must create an original work of art. Because I completely lack any artistic skills, one-shots will be my way of doing this. As any of my faithful fans (I love you guys!) may know, I have a very very hard time making stories short. Thus, making so many one-shots should be a huge challenge for me! I won't be going in order, just writing whichever idea strikes me first. Please take a look at the list…if you have any ideas or requests, just review and tell me the theme and the plot you created.

Because of my inability to choose one pairing that I favor more, these stories will be a mix of Kid/Maka, Soul/Maka, and even a few BlackStar/Maka.

Word Count: 745

Pairing: KiMa

Theme 98: Puzzle

It became a regular occurrence that was anxiously anticipated by both parties. Everyone would meet at the Gallow's mansion Sunday morning for brunch. Soul and Maka would show up early, much to Soul's dismay (Who wakes up early on a Sunday?!) and Tsubaki would finally drag Black*Star along right before the food was served.

The meal was not the only reason that they decided to join together, it was merely the start of their day together. Black*Star and Soul would rush to Kid's living room, excited to try all of the new games he had on his giant flat-screened TV. Tsubaki would be dragged along with Liz and Patty to gossip about girl things, discussing topics that simply did not interest Maka in the slightest. So what of our favorite two meisters?

Every morning Kid would wake bright and early to retrieve his copy of the Death City Times, hot off of the press. The page number and location had become second nature. He would neatly fold the page and set it aside until it would be needed.

Waiting for his guests to arrive, he thought back to the first time this type of interaction had occurred. Instead of willingly joining him, she had instead stumbled upon him while trying to escape his weapon's makeup brushes. He remembered the way her cheeks had tinted with color as she asked if he minded her company. She had chosen the seat across from him, the two of them passing the piece of paper back and forth as they uncovered the answers.

When Kid invited them over the following week, he was surprised to see that she sought him out right after the meal had ended. She asked if he was planning on completing the day's release. He flashed her the paper with a smile and walked into the same room, hoping she would follow.

On week three, she simply followed him, no longer feeling the need to ask if she could join.

Week five was when Kid had finally grown tired of passing the paper. He could have easily bought another copy, but knew that would never be as satisfying. Instead, he pushed the armchair in which she usually sat up against the wall and away from the reach of the couch (of course meaning he pushed the same armchair on the other side of the room as well). She seemed to notice only for a second until she settled for the spot next to his. Neither dared to mention the move; the red tint in each of the cheeks being proof enough that the other had noticed.

The weeks continued in the same familiar fashion. Their friends no longer asked meisters to do things with them, knowing that the two had their own routine. As the piece would become closer to completion, they would gradually become closer on the cushions. Excitement oozed out of their words as they suddenly realized an answer, subconsciously moving closer to show off the location and clue. No matter how close they drifted together, the two never seemed to mind. Even when all was said and done, they would no longer jump apart and stutter as they had the first few times. In fact, when a particularly difficult piece had been presented to them, they would find themselves celebrating with a hug of joy and accomplishment.

It was week 11 (a pretty symmetrical number if you think about it) that things changed the most. After Maka had somehow figured out that "mint products" was in fact "cents", Kid pulled her into a hug filled with congratulations and disbelief. He had never had someone that could match him in intelligence and the feeling was overwhelming. She made him feel better about himself, proving that he wasn't even more of an outcast for having a large vocabulary or an interest in being educated.

The two pulled away from the hug laughing, excited over yet another win. As their eyes met, the grins slipped off of their faces. The space between them was minimal but neither could find the will or want to pull apart. Without bothering to think before acting, Kid leaned his head slightly and closed the gap between the two. He felt her lips curl into a smile on top of his before returning the kiss full force. He pushed her back lightly onto the couch, too consumed by the kiss to notice their completed crossword puzzle fall to the floor.

A/N: Alright you guys, 1 down, 99 to go! I'm really proud of this…don't know if you guys noticed but I tried really hard to not use the word "puzzle" until the last line. Oh well, hope it had the impact I thought it would. I'll be replying to reviews like normal so give me something fun to talk about! Please review, and maybe even give me some ideas too!