Seven days. That's when they'll meet. Fourteen day, that's when they'll marry.
He has known about his most. Of his life. She hasn't. This has been arranged from the moment lord death had found the prophecy that the child of a death god and the child of a death scythe will rule peacefully over both realms of her world and the world of the dead.
Lord earth knew from the moment her head Kami was pregnant he knew his son's fate was sealed. From then on Death had groomed his three year old son into the perfect gentleman and caretaker.
Spirit, her father, has known since he took the small pink bundle into the Death Room. The man had never been able to tell his only daughter by the time she was only a little ways after sixteen she'd be married. Spirit had arranged for her party to be the time they had met.
Today (maka)
Maka slowly pulled her her hair into its two perfectly even pigtailed before placing on the ridiculously frilly headpiece. She had been working at the cafe for a few months now she felt independent and was hoping to save enough so that she wouldn't be dependent on her father's or Blairs money by the time she was eighteen.
Alex, her manager, had said that it was a fairly slow day. Maka walked to the small square table in the corner. "Hi, would you like to order?" Maka smiles sweetly and pulled out her pad.
"Yes, i would like a black coffee, and any recomendations on a pastry." he said still looking down at his book.
"Our chocolate croissants are good and our poppy seed scones...actually how do you feel about nutella?" at his she saw the boy's lips twitch.
"It's good..i may actually be addicted." he looked at her briefly.
"Warm?" he nodded, "don't say anything though." the boy nodded. Maka quickly walked behind the counter and into the mini fridge reserved for when the staff wants to snack. She pulled out a jar of nutella and a croissant from their freshly baked tray cut it up and put some of the nutella into it. She grabbed the pot of plain coffee and poured it into a circular mug. She then took it to the young man she was serving.
"Thank you," he politely smiled and took a bite of the snack he was given. "This is good...miss i have a question, what do you know of love?"
Maka was taken back. "Only what I read…" she said slowly.
"What that?" he sounded lost and desperate, Maka's curiosity was on overdrive.
"Im off at five if you want to talk."
"Sure."
Two hours later (kid)
After sitting there with the waiter girl occasionally checking on him he went through hours of sitting and thinking reading. Two months ago felt like his last free week wasn't real he knew about his story before the girl was even born but now more than ever he questioned it.
He heard footsteps and turned to see the same girl that's been serving him in casual shorts and a DWMA t-shirt. She sat directly across from him. "Hi." she bit her lip, "twilight?" she raised her eyebrows at the soft cover book.
"My friend said it was the greatest love story ever written." the girl burst into a fit of laughter.
"Is she thirteen?"
"No she's eighteen."
"How old are you?" she raised an eyebrow.
"I just turned nineteen a few months ago, you?"
She thought, "sixteen."
"Well, miss sixteen what about that talk."
"Sure mister nineteen."
Later (maka)
"Im telling you Tusbaki he was sweet and charming and his eyes were gold," maka sighed being overly dramatic.
"He sounds great but let's worry about getting that perfect dress." the taller girl smiled. "Maka you helped me last year with my dress let me help with yous, i found one you may like."
Maka smiled and let her friend drag her to the only store she knows that sells dresses.
Maka smiled bringing sitting down in the fitting room. Her friend brought a black dress that was bedazzled to the white sash around her waist it went about a half inch past her fingertips. "Its beautiful, its perfect its mine right."
"Already payed, happy birthday maka."
"Tsubaki, your amazing." she smiled and hugged her friend. "Sweet sixteen here I come."