I have such random ideas.

Kidd x Maka centric, ne, ne?

Spam your inboxes, I shall! :D

This will probably be the start of my collection of oneshots.

So here we goooooo.

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It was eerily quiet in the café that night, Maka realized. Shaking away a chilling shiver, she resumed to sit down at a small table and wait to be served. After a moment, she was brought a menu, and she smiled, thanked the waiter, and began to look over the wide selection. After making her choices, she set the menu down, only to have a voice interrupt her silently lingering thoughts.

"May I have a seat?" Came the silky, handsome voice. A voice, which could only belong to one person, and one person only; a certain Death the Kidd, who stood patiently over her table, a polite and eager smile on his pale face, waiting for an answer. Maka could only look up at him in awe, and nod her head slowly. "Alright."

The waiter came, and took Maka's order, surprised to find her accompanied by a man now, who set the menu down, only to have it plucked eagerly off of the table by the waiter. "May I take your order then, Miss?" "Ah. Yes. A coffee for me, please." Turning to Kidd, he smiled. "And you, Sir?" "Another coffee, please." The waiter hurried off, coming back a few minutes later with a tray. Atop said tray laid two coffees, a bowl of sugar cubes, and a small container of cream. They both thanked the waiter, who turned and left, leaving the two alone in the near empty café.

Kidd interrupted the silence that loomed over them, for which Maka was thankful. "Maka. Would you like to spend the night at my house today? Both Liz and Patty would be excited. They've gone on and on about how wonderful it would be if you could watch their favorite drama with them."

Maka blinked. She took a sip of her coffee, and looked at Kidd. After another moment of silence, Maka silently agreed.

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When Maka arrived at Kidd's house, he showed her inside, bringing her into the living room, where both Liz and Patty sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the television screen. "Don't tell them how you got here." He whispered in her ear, before disappearing.

Feeling rebellious, Maka took the liberty of making a scene. She hopped over the back of the couch, landing right in between Liz and Patty. "So, you wanted me to watch this show with you? Cool." Maka said absently, as if she had been there the whole time. Her voice had obviously disturbed the silent concentration, which had been unknown before, but was now obviously broken.

Liz responded to this by hissing, "Shh, Maka! This is the good part!" Pause. Liz again. Clattering of the remote to the floor, and the scuffling of feet. The click of the light switch. "Maka! What are you doing here?" Liz exclaimed, sitting down and hugging her, while Patty clung to Maka's delicate frame. "A voice in my head told me to come over. And I wanted something to do." She said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Liz laughed. "Alright." Turning off the lights, the drama continued, popcorn was passed around, and whispers were seldom heard. When the drama ended, both Liz and Patty had fallen asleep. And quite quickly, Maka thought, wandering upstairs, to where she believed Kidd's room would be.

Tapping quietly on the door, she murmured, "Kidd-kun? Are you still awake?"

Muffled sounds were coming through the door, sounding much like the closing of books and the shuffling of feet.

The door opened, and Maka blinked. "Ah, Maka. Come in, come in," He said, sounding relieved. Maka nodded, following him inside, and standing there, feeling a bit out of place. Pulling her onto his bed by the hand, she sat there and watched him. "Kidd-kun, Liz and Patty are both asleep." She said, and Kidd smiled a bit. "Alright."

It was then that Maka saw something different about Kidd. The way he moved, talked, and carried himself; so… sophisticated, so collected, so intelligent, so handsome and oh, so beautiful. Maka blushed at her thoughts, though not ashamed at all.

She then was pushed down onto his bed, his lips pressed gently against hers, soft and warm. His right hand caressed her cheek, and his left hand wound itself into her hair. She then realized that he was straddling her, with his elbows propping himself up above her. He held the kiss for a moment, before pulling away.

She was left breathless, her cheeks pink and her mind unwound.

She had never seen this side of Kidd before.

She liked it.