Light footsteps echoed in the empty hallway and cheerful humming penetrated the dull silence. It had been three days after the enthronement ceremony of the only son of the late Lord Death. The chaotic buzzing had died down and the nosy crowd had finally found something better to do. All was well in Death City.
Her perfectly tied ponytails incessantly bounced up and down. Nothing can ruin her mood today. "Son of a–!" Her happy skipping suddenly skidded to a stop when she heard the unfinished profanity coming from the closed library. She hesitantly went inside and inspected the enormous room.
Someone was definitely occupying the library when she noticed the amount of paperwork and books neatly stacked on the farthest table. She tiptoed inside and closed the perfectly burnished door behind her. "Hello?" Her soft voice reverberated on the interior of the book-filled room. "I sincerely apologize for shouting a stream of curses today. I hope I did not entirely ruin your lovely day."
The technician abruptly turned around, easily recognizing the owner of the sophisticated voice. Standing behind her was none other than her former classmate and teammate, Death the Kid. The idea was still baffling– him, being the new Shinigami. "Lord Kid." She politely curtsied which surprised the both of them.
"Maka, you don't have to do that." He was still the same. Waving his hand eight times like before, when their circumstances were still normal. "Well, I have to use what's left of my courtesy sometimes. I don't want them acquiring spider webs and dust." They both chuckled at the light remark.
"Formality never suits you, Maka." The comment somehow caught her off-guard. Kid's golden eyes glimmered with melancholy and nostalgia. "I am slightly offended." She was so glad to hear his melodic laughter. "I didn't mean it like that." He offered her an apologetic smile, which she gladly took, before sitting down on his frequently used chair.
He tapped the chair beside him, coaxing her to accompany him as he continues to peruse the faded words from the books he got. "So, what's up?" She started before plopping down on the mahogany chair. "The ceiling, Maka." He replied, obviously amused with his answer. She rolled her emerald eyes as usual before lightly smacking the boy's arm, which would be entirely rude if she was not a friend of the newly enthroned Shinigami.
"Answer the question, Kid." He chuckled again, delighted with the fact that his dear friend accompanied him this boring day. "A lot of paperwork and research." The mood suddenly turned absurdly glum. "About?" She pressed on. Whether she ignored or noticed the sudden change, he didn't know. "About the amount of damage we did to the witches and how to fix it."
"I thought we were over that." Kid's frown suddenly deepened. Clearly they are not. She hit a sensitive nerve. "There is still one-fourth of the population of witches who are doubtful of Mabaa's decision and I'm trying to find ways of smoothing things over with them. They reckon to be really hard to persuade." This time, Kid heaved out a profound sigh. Maka did not clearly notice it before but the famous Death the Kid looked stressful and tired.
"There is always an answer to the question, Kid. You'll find it." Maka's smile was contagious. The remark suddenly brought hope to Kid's tired self. The feeling of being hopeful settled in his stomach and quickly curled, warming up his whole body with the excitement to succeed. "Remember, the answers lie in between." Maka added, for good measure.
The wall clock suddenly emanated a rumble. Bong, it said. For a clock so loud to be placed inside a library, it was completely ironic. Although, the grumble of the clock caught Maka's attention. Her green eyes dilated in shock, completely forgetting the designated time for her to leave DWMA. She cursed under her breath.
"I am so sorry for not being much of a help to you." Kid was highly amused by the awkward signals Maka is shooting. She abruptly stood up from her seat and muttered a stream of apologies. She returned the disturbed chair to its original place and straightened the hem of her plaid skirt. "I really need to go."
She fumbled with her white gloves, trying to hide the pinkish tint her cheeks obtained. She gawkily curtsied once more before practically making a run for the door. She twisted the rusty bronze doorknob, making the huge entrance creaked in blissful eeriness. "Maka?" Kid unexpectedly called out. "Yes?" She quietly replied, shyness suddenly overwhelming her embarrassed being.
"Formality never suits you." She smiled.
Dear readers, whether anonymous or not,
I finally made a new KiMa story! I really wanted to explore the concept about Death the Kid being the new Shinigami, so this story was born. I hope you liked the first installment. This story would definitely contain a lot of awkward moments, fluff, denied feelings and many more. Tell me what you think so leave a review. Thank you!
Sincerely, Star.