Disclaimer: I'm fourteen, I'm a freshman, I'm sitting in my room at a puny computer in the middle of a snowstorm, but believe it or not, I own Soul Eater! Just thought I'd let you know…
"Oi, Maka!"
Maka turned around, a book cradled in her arms. It was Black*Star, and he was motioning her over. She walked over to him, wondering what he could want.
"What's up, Black*Star?" she asked.
"I got this thing from Kid," he said, holding up a crumpled piece of paper. "He told me to give it to you."
He handed the note over, and she immediately recognized Kid's perfect hand writing. It was short, and there were a few holes in it. Maka recognized them as rips from using a eraser too much. Kid seemed to have written and rewritten the note, but had finally settled for the following:
Maka,
Meet me outside at the bottom of Shibusen's steps. I have something I need to tell you.
Death the Kid
Maka's lips twisted into a wide smile as she thought of seeing Kid, standing at the bottom of the steps, looking as handsome as usual, waiting for her.
"I don't know what he wants, though-" said Black*Star, but as he looked up, he saw that Maka had already ran off. Black*Star shook his head.
"That boy better be confessing," said Black*Star. "I don't think that I can handle any more their denials."
Maka took the stairs two at a time, and when she got halfway down, she saw him. He was in a whit shirt and jeans, looking out over Death City, the wind tossing his hair back. Maka felt her heart pound against her chest when she saw him. She walked down the rest of the steps a bit slower, trying to soak up the sight of him, the slight smirk on his face, the look of joy that seemed to always radiate from him.
"Hi, Kid!" greeted Maka, holding the note up. "Black*Star gave me the note."
Kid's lips broke in to a smile the moment that he heard Maka's voice. This was it, this was the moment. He held out one of his hands, and Maka placed hers on his, something that greatly felt like an electric shock traveling up her arms.
Kid just took a moment to look over her. So beautiful, so joyous…
"Maka…"
Kid brushed a stray strand away from Maka's face, causing her to shiver slightly and her cheeks turn pink. He smiled at the sight. There she was, the Maka that he had fallen for.
"Maka?"
"Yes?" she asked, subconsciously batting her eyelashes and driving Kid crazy.
He chuckled slightly. "What would you do if I told you that I loved you?"
Maka smiled brilliantly. "Do you?"
Kid gave her that sexy smirk of his. "Of course."
Maka grabbed Kid's tie and pulled him down to her.
God, thought Maka. I knew that Shinigami's bodies were different than humans… but this? This is heaven.
She pulled away from him, then looked up, as if pretending to ponder. "I think that I would do something like that."
Kid kissed her forehead, intertwining his fingers with his. "In that case, I think that I'll tell you. Maka Albarn, I love you."
Maka giggled. "I love you, Death the Kid."
Ahh, yes… I loves de floofieness!
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