Title: Play Date

Pairing: KidxMaka

Rating: K+

Theme: Er, there wasn't one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. =)

First impressions were rather hard to change—but they weren't always right either.

It just happens that Death the Kid and Maka Albarn's first impressions of each other were total opposites.

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A girl walked into the extravagant room slowly, pausing at the door way to knock.

"Hello," greeted in immaculately dressed boy sitting in the middle of the room.

"Don't you know it's rude not to face people when you're talking to them?" The girl asked the young shinigami.

"This is my hou—," the boy stifled a gasp at her appearance: hair in two pigtails, tied by matching yellow elastics, an somewhat elegant (although frilly) yellow dress, her socks were the same length, her shoes had the same shine, her backpack was in the exact center, and her features were symmetrical.

"Are you alright?" Maka asked Death the Kid, as his eyes were as big as the cookies her mom always baked. AND. HE. WAS. STARING. AT. HER.

Death the Kid approached her silently, and as her grasped her hands and sank to the floor, he asked, "Will you marry me, O goddess?"

"W-what are you talking about?" Maka managed to stutter out, her face as red as her father's hair.

(Who, by the way, was watching the entire exchange with Shinigami-sama

"HOW DARE HE? I'LL KILL HIM!"

"SHINIGAMI DIRECT NOGGIN CHOP!"

"Now, now, Spirit-kun, you do remember that the point of the 'Play Date' was to get them together, right?"

Silence.

"I might have hit him a bit too hard, nyo?")

"Will you marry me, my goddess?" The boy repeated.

Maka grabbed the thing closest to her and slammed it down upon the boy's head, the exact motion she had seen her mother use on her rather countless times.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Maka asked the boy frantically, she hadn't meant to actually hurt him!

"I'm…I'm okay," Death the Kid replied as he fell backwards with an ungraceful thud.

The girl giggled.

"Hey, what's so funny?" the boy asked, from his position on the floor.

"You are," She managed to get out between giggles.

"I fail to see the comedy," he replied dryly.

"Have you ever read Ever?" she asked shyly, almost embarrassed that she read such a book.

"Yeah…a long time ago…why?" Death the Kid replied, puzzled.

"Well, I was just thinking how you're a lot like the god in the book—you fall in love rather quickly, don't you think?" her cheeks were now just a slight pink, but they turned a bit darker as she asked him.

"No," he replied, "I just really like you, and dad says when I really like a girl, sometime in the future, I should marry her."

"When did he tell you this?" Maka asked.

"Um…this morning, but now is in the future, so, will you marry me?" he asked again.

"…Yes, but only when we're all grown up," she replied, turning a definite rouge.

"It's a promise," he vowed, as solemnly as a three year old could.

"It's a promise," she repeated, and offered him her pinky.

He extended his own and they solemnly swore they would get married someday, when they were all grown up.

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That's how the three-year-old son of Shinigami, and the almost-three-year-old daughter of his Death Scythe were engaged.

First impressions weren't always right.

Death the Kid thought Maka Albarn was a goddess.

Maka Albarn thought Death the Kid was silly.

But they weren't completely wrong either—just mostly.

Because to Death the Kid, Maka Albarn is a goddess.

And to Maka Albarn, Death the Kid is silly.

But that wasn't all there was to the other.

*facepalms* I have nothing to say. D: