"Not sleeping at Eight"

A/N: Ebby ru in!

Hahaha! I tricked ya! As the title may already given it away - It's DTK POV now. But there will be a Soul POV. Probably next. Enjoy!

Early summer of 2005 (current age 10)

The foundation of Shibusen was built for the sake of people's success. My father, who does not even dress to its standards nor act, is, however, taking the eliminating of students process seriously. We have approximitely 7,000 students enrolling around the world, and most of it because they could afford to. The expense is not a forte to stand by the school's regulation, and instead the marking criteriea is. While I was helping my father with some documents in his office. One of the student profiles took me by interest.
"Father." I said, "Is this the daughter of Kami Albarn?"
He hopped to me and looked. "Oh, why it is! Kami was one of the smartest school in Shibusen back in the 1980s. Infact, she was the smartest of them all! She always aced every mathematical problems and literatures - she always has that perfect 100% score!"
I looked down to the document, once more. "Maka." I read the name.
"Well, would you look at that! They're not so far apart - She's very smart!"
"... Didn't we have a meeting with them once?" I asked, recalling some memories.
"Yes, yes! You were small, too. Do still remember anything?"
"Yes."

8th of August, 2003 (age 8)

I was stirred up by the dishes and glasses clanking. It was night and I should be able to sleep by 8:00PM exactly, and I needed at least 15 minutes to do that. The noise wasn't helping. Father was having some kind of reunion at this time. Not good. I worry about the day where everybody remembers me is the day I couldn't sleep at exactly eight at the 8th of August, 2003. I scrunched my hair, "This can't be happening!" I yelled. I looked at the time, 7:32PM. I could grab a glass of water, and maybe that'll help. If not. Well. I'll have to take some drastic measures - take panadol, or knock myself out with a pot of pan.
I jumped out of bed, slipping on my sneakers, and went downstairs. I could hear people laughing in our backyard and all being drunk and rowdy. Through the window slides, I sighed, shaking my head at them.
"I hope dad cleans up after." I continued down the stairs.
I opened the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of springwater. (I worry about tap water, even if they are distilled). I took a sip and began walking back to my room. A hair fleeted from the living room. Blonde ash hair. I followed it, "Who's there?" I called.
Once I enter another room, I see a leg vanish into the next room.
I looked at the time, 7:40PM. "I-I have to go sleep soon! So would you please just come out!"
I watched as a hair, a head peaked in the side of the doorway. "Hello." She giggled, and stepped out, revealing herself.
She wore red sandals and a white cotton dress with a red ribbon tied on her waistline. Her eyes emerald green, and she had two pigtails up in red ribbons. I appreciated she could dress so well, almost perfect. I wonder if she was one of my father's company's child.
"Want to play tag?" She asks.
"No! I have to go to sleep or else!" I yelled, but somehow I sound like I was rather complaining. I began to pout to myself.
"There's no one else here I could play with." She whines. "My parents keep telling me to find something to do and they are having fun on their own."
"Why are you even here in the first place anyway?" I took another sip from the glass.
"I wanted to spend as much time with my parents..."
I humphed, "That's ironic. You shouldn't have gone in the first place."
"I know." She looked down, knowing it all too real.
"I don't need the attention of parents." I said.
She looks up to me, unbelievable. "Don't you get lonely? Someone who isn't raise without love will only grow detach themselves from the world!"
"That's a fine point. I don't have friends and I'm not lonely still. I spend all my time with tutors my father assigned me to."
"Do you spend time with your family much?"
"I do. It's annoying."
"Oh..." She said, losing hope and covering her face with her bangs. I actually didn't see the point of helping her. She soon will face the reality and grow up, and probably as quick as me. She looked the same age as me.
"Hey, are you alright?" I brushed her hair aside.
Her eyes was wavering and mixed with a lot of feelings. Sympathy and anger the most. She hold both of my shoulders in tack, giving me no choice but to look at her. "I'll be your friend!" She shouted, almost sounded like she poured all her gut into it.
"I said I don't need - "
" - I'll be your friend!" She shouted again.
I begin to feel anxious and I didn't know what to say. Children in my area have always kept their distance from me because of my status. She should know who I am right? I should ask so I'm not dealing with just anybody. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes! You're the son of the top 5th organization in charge of the federal laws and a school called Shibusen!" I was impressed she knew. But, still, how could she just treat me with the same respect as any other kid.
"Okay, okay I belive you. You're my friend." I did believe her, my first friend. She was also childish with that.
"Good." She said, faintly flushing in embarassment. "Let's take care of each other."
"Well if you don't have anything else to do." I place the glass down. "Could you grab that pot of pan and come with me to my bedroom."
"Okay!" She chirped, happy with her new objective.
Once I placed myself in bed I order her to smash my head at ten seconds to eight.
"No!" She shouted, shocked. "What if you left a mark on your head!" She asks.
I stopped, surprised. "I've never thought about that before. That wouldn't be good to leave on my body - I'll have an unbalance my appearance." I conspired. Somehow I thought the girl was now a genius. For all I know she would know symmetry more than me and I'm embarass I had these three white stripes now.
"If you want to sleep exactly at eight, well, my mum sings me to sleep." She fidgets, slightly uncomfortable with her her current suggestion. "Or count sheeps!"
"How many sheeps do I have to count?"
"As many as you like!"
"Uhm, I like to sleep at the eighth sheep, can I do that?"
She beamed, "If you put your heart into it!" The way she said that assured me and I felt like I could do it.
"Okay..." I closed my eyes.
"It's 7:56PM." She reminds me, "I would hurry and count them if I were you." She giggled.
'1. 2. 3. 4...' I began counting in my head.
She hummed a song. It sounds like a happy classical tune.
"What're you humming?" I asked, curious.
"Oh this? It's a song from a concert I've visited in Italy. I can't forget it."
'...5.6...'
"A boy made it for me," She continues. "...And I'm going to marry him someday."
I slightly lifted my eyelid, finding her sitting on my bed daydreaming. "Why do you like him?" I murmured, almost hinting a bit of anger.
"Becaue he is the most coolest person I've met!"
I sat up, "How would you know that? He could be different in the next following years!"
"We promised." She smiled.
"That's futile." I muttered. "Nobody could possibly endure such thing."
"Oh yeah? Than what makes you think you know better?" She was defending the guy.
I stared into the depth of her orbs. If I haven't had any friends until now then I'm pretty sure nothing could stay forever. Although I don't plan to change my perspective just because of her. I think over again and made up my mind. "If that guy doesn't remember you, will you marry me instead?" I thought she was cute and most of all there was nothing to complain about her.
She took her time thinking it through and finally she said, "Yes!"
I couldn't help but smiled widely. "I feel like playing tag now." I said.
"Hey it's 8:00PM." She pointed at the clock.
"Tag. You're it." I tapped her on the shoulder and ran.
She laughd, "Hey!"

"

10th of Febuary, 2008 (present; and age 14)

The present clock in the centre of our class was ticking. I stared back and forth to Maka and it. 'Does she remember?' I hid my face under my maths book. 'Its been so long. She doesn't even act like she knows me.'
"Kid." Mr law called. The only teacher who plugs his ears with music and father accepts.
I lifted my head from the book. "Yes?"
"Will you be taking the maths compititon exam? I think you should, since you've done extremely well in your most recents tests." He said, and looks at Maka. "You, too, Maka. You and Kid performed outstandingly."
"Yeah, I'll think about." She replied, her voice even.
The bell ring and I said, "I'll think about it, too." I packed my books and walked out the door first.
"Sir." My tutor Simon awaits for me.
I nodded, "I just need to grab some books in my locker." I turned around a corridor to the locker area and begin unlocking my lock 88. I hear a storm of footsteps ascending my way and it was the blue hair annoying headed boy. I turned to where he could be heading, and I spotted no one other than Maka in the opposite side.
"MAAKKAAAA!" He screams. I wonder how she is acquainted with him again. And that tall girl is always following him. I pass him, sneaking a glare, but only the girl notices.
As I walk to my next lesson, I hear them fighting over some trivial matter and turned to see Maka once more. She was angry, but at the same time she was also happy. Everyone around her was happy.

A/N: I'm sorrryyyyyy this was short... ?

On a side note, I'm sorry I haven't been working on "This relationship"... I feel like abandoning it! 'Cause it's mainly meant to be smut, but it's going in a different direction than I expected... Hmm hmm (I'll come back to that... Later).

Ebby ru out!