Hello! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the result of an empty mind at 3:00 am! Yes, this is my Maka x Death the Kid fanfic! (Yeah, I like Soma, but this is my OTP) Enjoy!
*Disclaimer* Sadly, I do not own Soul Eater. Note: In this chapter, I will come up with a book series. If it matches the name of an existing one…1. That's really cool and 2. Purely coincidental.
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Maka opens the front door of her shared apartment. "Soul, I'm going to the library. Can you pick me up at 10?" She eyes the white-haired boy on the couch.
"Yeah, yeah. Go on." He shoos the girl out and turns back to the television, chuckling at the comedy playing.
Maka steps out, feeling the cold of the night wrap around her in a stony embrace. She shivers and draws her jacket closer to her. The moon above amusedly snickers. Stepping into the street and walking towards the DWMA, Maka studies the cobblestone of the street. The curtain-covered windows to her left and right show silhouettes of families sharing dinner. She smiles to herself, remembering the nights that she would sit down with her family. Her mother's beautiful face would light up, talking about what she did that day, then turning her eyes to Maka to ask about hers. The whole time, Spirit's face would be full of something. Contempt, Maka decides. Looking back on it, though, she would not be surprised that that look was relief that her mother didn't suspect him of the lady he was with that day.
Snapping back to reality, Maka nearly trips over the first stair of the school. She sighs, not too excited about the climb, and takes another step. An excruciating 2 minutes later, she reaches the top. Is it always this painful? Maka frowns, thinking of how she would make the climb every day without breaking a sweat. Shaking off the thought, she opens the heavy door and slides down the hallway towards the only room that allowed students after 6 pm. Luckily, the staff keeps the lights on until 11 for people like Maka.
The soft glow of lamps welcome Maka as she steps into the library. Dozens of shelves line the walls and floor, leaving room for a few tables and a check-out desk. She counts the shelves, making her way to the third from the back. Her favorite series takes up a third of the space. Maka locates the fifth book and sits at one of the tables. A thin layer of dust occupies the book, lifting into the air as she opens it. Now where was I…
The world spun for Cassidy, giving her nausea she didn't think was possible. The man in front of her crouched and said something, but the words were lost to the whipping wind. "What?" Cassidy inquired, getting the feeling she knew this person. He spoke again, this time louder. Cassidy caught some of the words.
"Don't run…help you…with me…coming soon!" Urgency rushed into his voice near the end. Cassidy felt her eyes widen, understanding the message. She was in trouble…and this man was her only hope.
Maka gasps, reading the words. The door near the front of the room opens and Maka glances up, prepared to see Ox or someone of the likes. Maybe another idiot looking for Excalibur. Instead, she is shocked to see Death the Kid striding towards the older section. Maka watches as he scans the shelf and picks a thick book with much more dust than hers. He walks to one of the tables and it is then that he notices her. He smiles.
"Hello, Maka."
"Hi, Kid. What are you doing here?" Maka slips her finger into the margins of the book, tracing designs.
Kid runs his thumb over the side of the book, as if showing it off. "Just looking for some information needed for Dr. Stein's project. Of course, I could ask the same." He cocks his head, awaiting an answer.
Maka smiles and holds up the book proudly. Kid squints, reading the title. "The Fearful Ones. I love that series! Though…I didn't really agree with the ending of the-,"
"NO! Don't spoil it. I'm only on the fifth!" Maka resists the urge to slam the book onto her friend's head. Kid chuckles.
"Okay, okay. So who's your favorite character?" Kid pushes his book to the side, keeping his eyes on Maka. The girl taps her chin.
"Toughie. I suppose Owen." She looks back at Kid, feeling satisfied with her answer. He lifts an eyebrow.
"Why? Is it because he's the main character and hot?"
Maka's eyes widen. "One, never say that again. Two, no. I like him because he is a genuinely strong character and cares about Cassidy…no matter how horribly she treats him."
"Interesting answer. I prefer Lana." He casts his over to the shelves and back to Maka.
"The villain, huh? Are you going to argue that she is misunderstood?"
"Nope. She's a jerk."
"Then why do you like her?" Maka tilts her head in confusion.
"HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT SHE WEARS? IT'S ABSOLUTELY, PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL!"
Maka sighs, deciding that not even a Maka Chop could fix him. Kid laughs and asks a few more questions. It seems that the two would not get much done in that night.
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Kid laughs at a comment of Maka's and glances at the clock on the wall. The yellowed face holds a splay of numbers. The hands tell him its 10:50. He gasps. Maka notices the time as well and jumps up. "Oh my gosh! You're kidding! It's that late? We've been here for…3 HOURS?"
Kid only smiles. "Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose. The school will close in ten minutes, though, so allow me to walk you out."
Maka nods and smiles in thanks. The two walk throughout the illuminated halls to the front, where Soul impatiently waits. He grabs Maka's arm, not tightly, but enough to bring her eyes to him. "Why are you so late? I came at 10, just like you said and guess who wasn't standing outside waiting?"
"I'm sorry, Soul. I lost track of time."
"I apologize, too," Kid interjects. "It was partly my fault. We started talking about a book and couldn't stop, I suppose."
Soul sighs. "Come on, Maka. Night, Kid. Thanks for keeping her safe."
Kid nods. "Goodnight." He pulls out Beelzebub and rides off in the direction of the mansion. Maka follows Soul down the steps in comfortable silence, watching Soul's motorcycle parked across the street get closer and closer. By the time they reach the bottom of their descent, Maka can hear her friend pant slightly. They continue across the street. Near the middle, the girl hears something. The squealing of tires and a horn.
A car. The machine doesn't look like it would be slowing down any either. Maka plays hero and grabs Soul's wrist, yanking him behind her as the metal collides with her body…and everything goes black.
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There you have it folks! I'm really excited about this one. More chapters to come. Thank you for reading!
