All That We Knew

~ Maka ~

I held my books close to my chest, digging my nails into their spines as if they were to draw blood. To my knowledge, they were books and very strong facts could prove that books didn't have blood or the organs to pump blood through them.

I walked longingly down the steps of the DWMA, slowly walking towards the big heavy gates that stood at the bottom. But faintly as I walked down those steps, I saw that sitting on the very last one in front of the gates was the black three white striped haired golden eyed boy I had met only a few days before.

I smiled and begun to hurriedly step down the steps, running down them still holding my books close to my body. Each time my foot touched the next step the goose bumps on my arms became even worse as I got closer to Kid, but I couldn't understand why.

"Hey Kid!" I smiled even widely.

But suddenly I felt my weight shift and the step that was beneath my feet wasn't there anymore, causing me to slip and fall forward, dropping all my books that I had held ever so close to my chest as if I could protect them but now they were all scattered across the staircase.

I got closer to that last step, scared thinking that I was going to smash my head against it and end up in some terrible accident. I couldn't even see anything or anyone else around me, I was falling too fast even though I felt like I was in slow motion.

~ Death The Kid ~

Quickly I threw my arms around her, catching her just under her arms before she hit her face against the bottom step, catching her just inches away from it and slowly begun to lift her back up again.

"Careful…" I sighed in relief. "That could've really hurt."

Nervously she stepped away from me. "Uh… thanks Kid."

"Don't worry." I chuckled. "Can't let that pretty face of yours get hurt can I?"

She giggled placing her hand on the side of her face as if to try and cover up the fact that she was blushing, but it wasn't working, I could still see her rosy flushed cheeks getting redder by the second.

The white haired boy was all of a sudden standing at Maka's side with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist pulling her close to him as if to say, "She's mine." I got that message clearly.

He placed his lips against her cheek, playing with my emotions. "Are you okay? I saw you falling."

Maka turned her gaze to face him. "I'm okay, luckily Kid caught me."

"Yeah…" His piercing red eyes met mine once again. "Luckily."

I smirked up at him. "You know… I never got a proper introduction the another day."

"Uh…" Maka stammered. "Kid this is Soul and Soul this is Kid."

I held my hand out towards him. "Nice to meet you."

The white haired boy frowned. "Let's go Maka."

He pulled her along as they slowly begun to walk past me, Soul still holding Maka tightly around the waist as he pulled her through the big double gates that stood directly right behind me.

Quickly I walked up the steps and spun around to face them both as they stood to cross the road that was in front of them. Standing there watching them as they waited for the cars to go past.

"You know Soul!" I yelled out to him. "There are far more nicer guys for Maka than you'll ever be!"

He didn't turn around to face me or to say anything but I could tell that he was growling at me. I swear that I could just hear it faintly underneath his breath, but it was the deadliest thing I had ever heard.

But as I stood there and watched them walk away from me, getting further and further away, I had an idea. An idea that would make Soul so beyond angry, it would be the most amazing thing in the whole world.

~ Maka ~

After Soul and I both stepped through the door it didn't take him long to spin around and begin to question me about the golden eyed boy who had held me in his arms not even half an hour earlier.

"You really need to relax." I shook my head. "His a nice guy, you shouldn't feel too jealous of him."

"I hate him." He hissed between his teeth.

I turned away from my white haired boyfriend and walked into the kitchen. "I'm sure if you got to know him you'd notice his a really sweet guy."

"Sweet!" He exclaimed. "The guy's a dog, he had his hands all over you!"

I scoffed. "He saved me!"

His eyes rolled almost as if on their own. "Right…"

I stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at him, shaking my head in disbelief at the fact that he didn't believe a single word that escaped my lips. He stared back at me, arms folded across his chest standing his ground like he had nothing else to say.

I shook it off, turning to walk up the stairs. "Whatever… I don't care, I'm going out."

"Who with?" He called up the stairs after me.

His ignorance angered me. "Don't act like you care!"

"Are you going out with him?"

"So what if I am you're not my dad!"

~ Death The Kid ~

I walked into the shop with the most smug look spread wide across my face. A few other customers noticed the expression I held on my face and raised their eyebrows in my direction as to question why I was in such a happy mood.

The shop keeper noticed my presence. "Hello son, how can I help you?"

"Hey." I smiled warmly at him. "I'm looking for the most prettiest thing that will satisfy the most beautiful girl."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Girlfriend?"

My expression saddened. "No… she's just a friend."

"Oh…" He nodded his head understandingly. "Secret crush, aye?"

I shrugged. "I guess, but she has a boyfriend."

The man looked confused. "Buying her something pretty and romantic, won't that kinda make the boyfriend pissed?"

"That's the idea!" I smiled widely.

He sighed as he shook his head. "I'll never understand you teenagers…"

He walked out from behind the checkout and proceeded to walk towards me, looking around the shop of pink fluffy things, flowers, chocolates and much more girly things. As I looked around also I began to think if he was in to that sort of stuff himself.

"So what kind of thing were you looking for?" His deep voice took me away from my thoughts.

Too manly.

"Something that's big enough to say, 'Hey you're a cute girl' but not big enough to say, 'Hey, I'm in love with you, dump your boyfriend and run away with me.'"

Once again he raised an eyebrow. "What do you truly want it to say?"

I hung my head to the ground. "The second one please…"

~ Maka ~

As I was upstairs in my room brushing my sandy blonde hair then pushing it behind my back as I pushed my bangs back with a thick black headband, I heard the doorbell echo through the house coming from downstairs.

"Soul!" I called. "Can you get that?"

The red eyed boy pushed himself up off of the sofa and called back up to me. "Don't I always?"

He pulled the handle and the door swung open, revealing the bouquet of huge flowers that sat on the doorstep standing directly in front of him, held in a light blue glass vase that shimmered as the light fell from the sky and reflected off the water that was soaking around the steams of the roses and lilies.

To Maka, From D.T.K: Was what was written on the little piece of crystal white card that sat just under the most giant red rose that the white haired boy had ever laid his eyes open, and every petal around it was balance perfectly.

Anger filled up in his stomach, piling on top of each other over and over again until he thought that he was going to explode if it built any higher in his gut. But still it continued to grow, forcing him to dig his nails into the flesh against his palm.

"Maka!" He yelled in fury. "It's for you!"

I raced down the stairs hoping that it would be my friends ready to pick me up for the movies but as soon as I saw the angered look across Soul's face and the flowers standing on the doorstep, I knew that Kid wasn't far from where I stood.

"Who are they for?" I swallowed hard walking towards the door.

"Who the hell do you think they're for?" Soul snapped. "Like someone's going to walk up to our door and leave me a bouquet of roses and lilies!"

I read the card and saw the initials of Death the Kid soaking into the crystal paper that lay against the flowers, staring up at me with its curly fancy writing which I never wanted to take my eyes off of.

"That's it!" Soul stormed out the door. "I've had enough of this bastard where the hell did he go?"

I gasped. "No one knew…"

It was too late to stop Soul from being his reckless useless self, he was already half way up the road, in search of the golden eyed boy that managed to work out something I had never told anyone else, ever.

My favorite flowers. I had never ever told anyone what my favorite flowers were, but somehow Kid managed to work it out and he had sent me and huge vase full of them, and they were all mine, to keep.

"The last time…" I stammered as I cupped the giant rose that rested on top of the card. "I saw a rose was the day my dad was buried. I threw it in his coffin."

There was something so small that was written ever so neatly in the corner of the card, obviously too small for Soul notice when he snapped into rage mode and stormed through the door.

Stay beautiful…