My most loved friends! Hey, how ya doin'? Yes, anyway, we're on to a whole new story today. I was writing a Draco x Hermione one-shot on the laptop at the Gran's but now I'm home, so I'm using my new one. Anyway, I was just messing around on Google Images and then I got some images for Kid x Maka so I decided to give them another little one-shot. Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Soul Eater

Abbie and the horsies ;)

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Maka hissed at the pain. She sat in the infirmary, on the best next to the window, and clawed at the sheets. Nygus sighed.

'You're getting more reckless. I know you have weapon blood, but still, you're more experienced as a technician.'

'I'm just lucky Kid was there to get me out.'

'Where was Soul?' Nygus pried, placing Maka's left ankle on a low table.

'Uh...' A wave of realisation washed over the Meister's face. 'I-I don't... know.'

The door to the infirmary swung open, revealing Maka's closest friends. Black Star with his teal spikes was being restrained by a smiling Tsubaki. Liz and Patty held a carrier bag each, filled to bursting with what looked like sweets. The four filed in and collapsed on the spare two beds, grinning at Maka.

Nygus got up and grabbed a clipboard off her desk. 'I'll be back,' she said, before walking out.

Patty grinned and jumped on Maka, hugging her tightly. 'Maka! We were sooooo super-duper scared!'

'It's just a sprained ankle, Patty,' Liz sighed. 'There's no need to get so worked up.'

Maka giggled and looked at the door. 'Where's Kid?'

'He's...'

'I'm here,' a familiar voice said. Kid stepped through the door with his hair unusually scruffy. It looked like he had been running his hands through it for a long time. His regular black suit had been replaced by a plain white shirt, with the top two buttons undone, although he remained in his black trousers and shoes.

'Maka, how are you feeling?'

'Much better,' the bubbly girl replied. 'Nygus says I can be walking properly soon.'

'That's good.'

Liz casually pulled Patty towards the door, gesturing for Tsubaki to bring Black Star. The four quietly slipped out, restraining giggles. Kid slumped down on the spare bed and buried his face in his hands.

'Where was Soul?' he asked sharply. 'He should've been there to help his partner.'

'Well, Soul got distracted. I mean, another Kishin ran past and Soul went to tackle it. But, uh, yeah. That's how...'

'That's how you got thrown at a brick wall?'

'Well, I would hardly call it that,' the girl dismissed. 'I mean, all I got out of it was a sprained ankle. I'm fine, honestly. If I wasn't would I do this?'

Grinning, Maka turned her arm into a dark grey scythe.

'That isn't the point, Maka. The point is your partner left you when you need him.'

'I can defend myself!'

'Then why did I end up carrying you back here?!' the death god snapped.

Maka went quiet. 'I know,' she whispered. 'It shouldn't have been your problem. All I seem to do is cause you to bail me out of difficult situations.'

One bed squeaked and another groaned and Kid swapped his seat. His right arm snaked around his friend's shoulders.

'It's okay, Maka. That's what I'm for. I don't mind "bailing you out" because I actually quite enjoy it.'

'What?'

Kid puffed his chest out. 'It's fun to play the hero sometimes.'

'It isn't fun to play the damsel in distress!'

'Well, as long as we're going into role-play here,' somebody snarled from the door, 'it isn't fun to play the stupid sidekick.'

Soul stood in the doorway, red eyes flashing. 'Kid. What are you doing, sitting so close to Maka?'

The young death god quickly moved away, flushed. 'N-Nothing. I-I mean...'

Soul swaggered in just to lean in a cool manner against a bookshelf. 'Well, now, Kid. I think we should talk out in the hallway.'

Maka watched, confused, and her weapon and Kid walked out of the room. The door closed, and she quickly crept up to it.

Soul smashed Kid into the door, with a snarl from his mouth. 'I think we should make an agreement.'

'Why would I want to...' the other boy stuttered. 'I mean...'

'Now, now, Kid. We wouldn't want anybody, let alone Maka herself, know your little secret.'

'What do you...?'

'I'm talking about how you like Maka. I figured it out a few weeks ago. The way you look at her, the way you talk to her, the way you worship the ground she walks on. You have a huge crush on her.'

'Have you said anything to her?'

'No, but I'm starting to think I should. I can't wait to see the look on your face when she rejects you.'

'Why would she reject me?' Kid whispered, worried. He wrung his hands, looking very unprofessional.

'Because you're a goddamn death god with no personality. What girl wants a guy who's in charge of death? And look at you, the way you dress. You look like an emo.'

Kid opened him mouth to say something, but was interrupted by loud sobs coming from behind the closed door. The two boys looked towards it, and Kid smashed it open.

Maka was curled up on the end of the bed, hugging her knees, choking out strangled sobs. Soul looked confused and watched in a daze as Kid sat down opposite the girl.

'Maka,' he murmured. 'Please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong.'

'It's Soul!' she yelped. 'He... I... You...'

'Calm down and explain to me.'

The soothes of Kid did nothing to calm the young Meister. Fat tears rolled down her red cheeks, and she rocked forward, standing up on the bed on her knees. Kid looked confused, and when Maka threw her arms around his neck, he looked shocked.

'It isn't fair!' she yelled into his chest. His white shirt was feeling very damp, and Kid noticed this, but quickly dismissed it. How could he even think about something as small as a shirt when the girl he loved was crying?

'Soul acts like I can't think about any other guys because he's there! All I need is him! He doesn't even like me talking about Papa anymore! It's too controlling, Kid! I can't handle it!'

Soul snapped to attention and stormed across the room, grabbing Maka by the shoulder. 'I never said that! And what do you mean, too controlling?!'

The girl squeaked with the pain of nails digging into her shoulder.

This was all becoming too much to deal with.

Kid slapped Soul's hand away. 'GET OUT,' the young death god ordered. 'NOW.'

But the girl wasn't done yet. 'I mean, Soul knows I like you, Kid, but he said that it wasn't fair on him, if I got a boyfriend!'

Kid froze. Was this actually happening? Did the girl he love...

Love him back?

Soul stormed out of the infirmary, shouting. 'BE A COUPLE, SEE IF I CARE! BUT I WON'T LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE AS YOU, MAKA! NOT IF YOU'RE GOING TO ABANDON ME FOR HIM!'

Maka let her head fall onto Kid's shoulder.

'What do I do?' she whispered, horrified. 'I either stay with him in the stress-hole or I have no home.'

'Maka, you'll never be homeless as long as I'm here. Come stay in my house. You can have a spare room next to Liz. Or Patty. God, we have too many rooms to count.'

'I can't take that from you. It would kill you to have three girls in the house.'

'It's a big house,' he grinned. 'And besides, it'll make Liz and Patty happy.'

Kid took a deep breath and pushed Maka up to look in her eyes.

'I've loved you for a long time, Maka Albarn. And what you said earlier has given me hope. I think, judging by your words, I can get away with this.'

He tipped her head back slightly, and kissed her. Maka shifted her ankle, and ignored the throbbing pain she felt. When Kid broke the kiss, he looked at her anxiously.

Maka looked at him for a while.

'You got away with it,' she grinned.