A.N.- This is my first Soul Eater fanfic, so I decided to start off fluffy. I'm normally a big KidxMaka fan, but I got this fluffy piece stuck in my head and fell in love with it. This is just the first story of all the random one-shots and things that I will be putting in here. So, hopefully you'll like it.

The sun was setting on Death City, lighting up the desert in a soft, romantic glow. A small figure walked up to the railing and leaned against it watching the sun set. Her sandy blonde hair was up in two pig tails on either side of her head and her black cloak was hanging limply behind her. Her face held a soft, sad expression on her face, watching the sun set from the balcony. A single tear slid down her cheek and she let out a sigh. The view was perfect, beautiful, and something that made Maka's heart lurch with an unknown feeling. Soft footsteps were heard behind her and she felt two strong warm arms wrap around her.

"I want to have a date here. It's so perfect…" Maka whispered. "Just like this, at sunset, just the two of us…"

The arms held her tighter as she spoke, her voice going softer, then starting to crack as she started to cry. She gripped the arms of the person holding her and curled into herself, trying to give herself some sort of comfort. Instead, he turned her into his chest and held her closer. He put a hand on the back of her head and held her while the tears started pouring out of her mossy eyes.

"It's just not fair. Right now would be so perfect. We could have a picnic on the balcony, sit on a blanket, and watch the sun set, while sitting and cuddling together." Maka sobbed. "But no, instead he's off playing basketball, or video games with his friends. He's lazy, he's rude, he insults me still, and he never really seems to appreciate me at all. I can't say anything about it because then his fragile male ego gets hurt and then I have to apologize and make HIM feel better when all I want to do is yell and scream at him. He never takes me anywhere; he never buys me flowers or even tries to be romantic at all. I mean, I don't need gifts, but some small gesture would be nice every once in a while. When I ask him about being romantic all he does is pout and says that he takes care of me when I'm sick. I know I'm not the most girly person in the world, but I would like something more than that. I don't want to change him, I really don't. I love him the way he is. But there are some days that I just wish he would do something nice for me… Am I being selfish at all? Am I? I just want to feel loved…"

"Maka, he does love you…." He mumbled against her hair. He pulled her head up so that she could look at him. "He does love you, you know that. He is who he is and I know that you're a strong enough woman to accept him the way he is…

Maka's tears slowed and she looked up. Giving him a soft laugh, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you… You have no idea how much your friendship means to me. You're always there for me when I need you. Even when my stupid, lazy boyfriend is being himself, you always seem to know what I need to hear. I love you for that." She leaned back to face him.

"You're part of my family, Maka. I will love and protect you any way I can." He gave her a gentle smile and kissed her on the forehead. Her face lit up and she gave him a smile. "Do you want me to go shot him? I'm sure I could find some people to help me…"

"No thanks, Kid. As much as he's being a jerk, I really don't want to see him hurt."

Death the Kid smiled at Maka, then pouted a little. "Just once…. I'll aim for something non-vital, I promise…"

Maka giggled and leaned to kiss him on the cheek. "No, this is something I have to deal with on my own. But….thank you, Kid…for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Giving her one last hug, Kid smiled gently at her. "Anytime, Imouto…."

Maka blushed at being called his little sister, especially since he spoke in her native tongue. She shook her head, then waved goodbye as she headed home to where Soul was probably waiting for her. Kid watched as she left, soft smile on his face. She was totally devoted to that lazy boy. No matter how many times she had cried in his arms out of pure frustration, hurt, or just because she needed someone other than her boyfriend to talk to, Kid was always there for her. He made her laugh when she needed it, held her why she cried, and, even more so, was just plain there. Soul was her drive for doing things, but Kid….Kid was the strength.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would be totally jealous of the look that you're giving her…" Soul said, stepping out from behind the wall.

"Then it's a good thing that you're not as stupid as you seem, because I would hate to have her mad at me because I beat you bloody because you were jealous for no reason," Kid said, smirking.

"Yeah….I guess you're right. Since I would be the one to get chopped in the end anyway…. I better head back before she wonders why I'm not home when she gets there." Soul mumbled as he started walking toward his apartment.

"Hey Soul…"

"Yeah?"

"You better buy her some nice flowers before you head home and treat her like a princess tonight, or I will shoot you…" Kid said, his eyes hard and voice sharp.

Soul's eyes went wide for a second, then he gave his famous lazy smirk. "Yeah, I'll do that." And with that, both boys parted ways and headed home.