"Kid! Kiddy Kid Kid!" Mr. Grim Reaper called, "Kid! Please come see your papa."

"Father… I'm grown up now; do you have to keep calling my name like that?" The now taller and more muscular grim reaper entered the dream room wearing his black reaper cloak which draped like a long veiled black robe. His hair was slightly longer, but still short and the white lines on his head were like lightning bolts. This made Kid very upset every time he looked in the mirror.

"Sorry, sorry son, but it's just hard to get use to the new all grown up you." The reaper started to sob, "Ohhh! Now I know how Scythe feels."

Kid sighed, "Father…"

"Okay! Okay! Now onto business." Mr. Grim Reaper continued. "Kid it's time you got married!" he cheered.

Everything was silent.

"W-with who?"

"Oh don't worry it's someone you already know. I was thinking about getting you and Maka engaged! How does that sound?"

Kid was silent once again, "M-MAKA?" he blushed, "But… We're just friends."

"But do you like her?"

"Y-Yes…" he blushed.

Kid's father held his thumb up to the ceiling, "Well then it's settled! Maka is perfect for you, top student in the class! Destroyer of the Demon God! What better match?"

"C-Can't we talk about this father?"

"ohhhh… Then who do you think would be a better match for you?"

"W-well… Um…" Kid really couldn't think of anything. Crona, Liz and Patty were the only other girls he really had known, but they probably already liked someone else or had no interest in dating.

"Um… Okay…" He decided, "I do like Maka, but what will she think?"

"Great, Great! I'll tell Maka right away!"

. . . . .

Maka walked with Soul, they were both much older, Soul was finally a death scythe, and Maka was a very beautiful woman. Her hair grew much longer, it was way past the middle of her back, and her breasts got larger too, her jacket touched the floor and she wore the same outfit she had when she was younger, except now it was designed to fit her older self. Soul's face was still the same, but he wore a black leather jacket and was without the hat, he wore long blue jeans and he got much more muscular and handsome.

They walked to the dream room together. "What do you think Mr. Grim Reaper wants?" She asked.

"Who knows? Maybe a special assignment now that I'm officially one of the coolest death scythes to live."

They reached the room.

"Welcome! Welcome Maka and Soul! You're probably wondering why I summoned you right?"

"Of course Mr. Grim Reaper, but we'll be ready for it!"

He gave a thumbs up, "Always the high spirit Maka! I love that!"

She smiled.

"You both know my son right? You're all friends."

"Right."

"NO! NOO! Stop everything now! No one speak, no one move, no one breathe!" A man came running in, it was Maka'a papa, he hadn't aged a day. He came in running, gasping for breath and sobbing, "Say it ain't so."

"Papa?"

"OHHHH! MAKAMAKAMAKAMAKA!" He hugged her and swung her around, "I won't let anyone take you away from me! Papa promises!"

"Uhhh… Papa? What are you talking about?"

"My my…. Scythe please don't interrupt."

Maka's papa paused, and pointed at the Grim Reaper, "How dare you arrange such a thing without letting the papa even know!"

"MAKA CHOP!"

He fell silent, sobbing and huddled up in a corner. "Maka's ready to move on… She doesn't need papa anymore…."

"Move on?"

"Oh! Yes, back to subject! You see Maka, my son Kid needs to get married, so I've arranged a wedding for the two of you."

Crickets were chirping.

"Me….? And Kid…?"

"You arranged it without even telling her?" Soul asked, shocked by the huge news.

"Well Kid has to marry someone, and Maka is so far the best choice, someone who slays a Demon god is worthy to live with a grim reaper… And also, it seems Kid's symmetry problem interrupts his charm with the ladies." He sighed.

Everyone was silent for a long few moments.

"So will you accept, Maka?"

"Yes!" She said firmly.

"MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Papa cried even louder.

"Are you sure about this Maka?" Soul asked, very concerned.

"yes." Was all she managed to say.

"Excellent! Excellent! I'll get the wedding ready!" Mr. Grim Reaper clapped.

Maka's papa kept crying. He couldn't believe his ears, and neither could Soul.