She didn't like this one bit. It was hot. Disgustingly hot. Her skin was sticky and sweaty. She wanted nothing more than to go home to her air conditioned apartment. A cold shower would be nice too. Curse this city for being in the middle of the desert. Of all the places why here?

She cursed about the heat once again as she continued walking. Only for him, she thought, only for him would she go out on one of the hottest days of the year so far. She didn't even get a reason. He just said to meet at the basketball courts at 1.

She didn't bother looking at her black coat, just the thought of it made her feel even hotter. She also decided against her usual sweater vest, and even switched out her long-sleeved shirt for a similar t-shirt. She discarded her tie after she left, though, unsure of where it ended up. She had on a pair of wedges, her only pair of sandals, so all this combined with her regular skirt, she almost looked like she was going on a date. She giggled at the thought as she arrived upon her destination. She took a quick look around and noticed he wasn't there and it was now 1:00 exactly.

"If he's not here now, he's not going to arrive for hours," she grumbled as she headed for the shadiest area, not caring that she would have to sit on the ground. The pavement and wall were cool to the touch. She relaxed as best she could, being careful that anyone else stupid enough to leave their homes during this heat were unable to see up her skirt.

Her eyes closed, her mind began to wander as she waited. She thought back to the first time they met, which wasn't at school like most people think. They were quite young and she doesn't think he remembers, even she is a little fuzzy as to what happened. She does remember that she got angry with her papa for always flirting with other women, running away from the school and getting herself lost, it was dark and she began to lose hope of ever finding her way back. It was then that he found her, his eyes so bright in the moonlight it was as if they were glowing all on their own. Next to no words were said, he only asked what was wrong, to which she replied that she was lost. He asked where she lived, she told him but was reluctant to walk around at night with him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, nothing else was said other than her thanks when they were in front of her house. They didn't even exchange names. She remembered his eyes the most.

"Maka." So he's arrived, she thought.

"You're late."

"Only by eleven minutes." She checked and to her surprise he was right. She had thought it was alot longer. "Come on, we're going."

"Going where?"

"You'll see." She didn't move so he just grabbed her wrist, "Honestly, you haven't changed."

She smiled. He hasn't either.

"One would think that after all these years, Maka, you'd be less reluctant to walk with me."

"Maybe if you weren't so cryptic."

"Just walk."

"See. Cryptic."

He stayed silent and kept walking, perfect posture, no stumbles. Nothing. Perfect for any meister. No questions that he made a death scythe. Well not exactly a scythe, and not exactly one. Twin pistols.

"I love you, Kid."

With that he stopped walking and turned around. There was no surprise on his face. He released her wrist and moved his hand to hers and slowly pulled her towards him. Once she was almost completely pulled against him, he lowered himself to her lips. One slow sensual kiss. Not their first. Most definitely not their last.