"Maka get up," Soul was yelling through her door an hour later.
The blonde haired girl rolled over and huffed at his impatient tone. It had been a few weeks since she had her first nightmare and though she decided she needed to tell Kid she loved him, her courage failed her. The nightmares had not stopped and she could see that her relationship with Soul was as it always had been: a strong partnership.
"I'm up Soul," she yelled back, groaning and rolling out of bed to get dressed.
Maka sighed as she put on her signature outfit. She put her hair in pigtails, making sure they were even and symmetrical. She had made up her mind; she needed to talk to Soul and admit to Kid what was actually happening. She rushed downstairs and found Soul putting breakfast out on the table for them.
"Thanks," she said meekly as Soul sat down and grunted in response. She released a sigh and steeled herself. "We need to talk."
Soul's head shot up, his hair creating a white blur by the action. "What about?"
It was obvious to them both that there had been an unknown tension between them for a while; one that continued to swallow up the feelings they felt and was beginning to affect their ability to fight together as partners.
"Soul, I think we made a mistake," Maka said. She flinched at the hurt look Soul gave her and decided to change tactics. "I mean, I think we misunderstood what we felt for each other. We are close friends and partners, do you think we mistook that for love?"
Soul sighed and ran a hand through his already messed up hair as he thought about her words. Of course these thoughts had passed through his mind beforehand but he didn't want to say anything in fear that it would upset Maka.
"To be honest I've been thinking about that myself. Don't get me wrong, I love you like crazy Maka, but I don't think it's in the same way I should with the relationship we have," he admitted.
"So no hard feelings?" she asked; she truly was surprised how easy this was, but she believed that it was due to the fact that their relationship had been slowly falling apart for just a bit.
He gave her a sharp tooth grin. "Of course not, you're still my partner and friend."
Maka gave her a smile and took a bite of her toast before moving back to the opening of the doorway; she had to go talk to Kid now and hope that it would be as easy as her talk with Soul.
"Go tell him," Soul said with encouragement; he could see in her soul what she was planning and hoped that it worked out well for her.
She nodded gratefully and rushed out the door to a familiar building. Memories flashed in her mind: the first time she met the Grim Reaper's son, the first time she stood up for him, the first time he stood up for her, the first time the made a promise to each other, the first time she hurt him. Maka only hoped that she could supply some healing to the wounds that she no doubt made on his heart and soul. It didn't take long for her to arrive at the familiar black doored mansion. Her hand shook as she reached up to knock; gathering the courage she possessed, her knuckles connected with the hard wood with a sharp knocking sound. Faint footsteps became louder as they approached and she blinked as her eyes went from seeing the black door to gold eyes.
"Maka?" he asked with pure confusion; why was she here?
She flinched as she realized that she had been avoiding Kid for the past few weeks out of her own selfish need to avoid confusion. His soul was tucked away, trying to hide from his piercing gaze out of fear that she would see the pain he was holding and the love he needed to keep secret for her own happiness. Tears welled in Maka's eyes at the damage she had caused to her childhood friend and she threw herself at Kid and wrapped him into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaky and pained.
"What happened? Did Soul do something? Are you hurt?" he asked with innocent and pure worry and concern.
After all the pain Kid had dealt with, seeing her with Soul and keeping the damage from her rejection bottled up, how could he still worry so much about her? Why was he not angry with her?
"I made a mistake Kid."
In a moment Maka was at arm's length; Kid kept his hands on her shoulders but looked into her forest green eyes. She could swear she saw a flash of deep pain before he blinked and it was gone.
"What can I do to help you and Soul with this?" he asked softly.
It took everything in him not to let his pain seep out in his voice. He knew that Soul and Maka were familiar with each other, they were partners for years and lived together after all, but he didn't think they would go so far as to risk having a child this soon into their relationship.
She shook her head, the blonde pigtails whipping back and forth.
"Soul and I are done," she simply said with a bittersweet smile.
"Maka, you can't raise the child on your own," Kid insisted.
He saw Maka's eyes blink in shock before she laughed; now he was confused.
"Kid, I'm not pregnant. I was saying it was a mistake to go out with Soul when it wasn't him that I loved," she said, giving the confused boy in front of her a smile.
"What?"
"Kid, I'm so sorry for all the pain I put you through. I wouldn't be surprised if you can't accept my apology but please hear me out. I love you, I just thought I loved Soul because of how close we were but I was wrong—"
Her sentence was stopped by a pair of warm lips on hers. Maka allowed herself to fall into the kiss; it was sweet, spicy, and something altogether unique. They broke apart and Kid smiled at her as he cupped her cheek. There was love in his molten golden eyes that shined brightly in the laughing sun.
"I don't care about why you are no longer with Soul, I just care about letting you know that I still love you; I never stopped and I never will," he vowed.
Maka smiled. "What can I do to make up for the mistakes I've made?"
"Just give me a chance," Kid pleaded.
It was her turn to initiate a kiss.
"I think I already am," she giggled before they kissed yet again.
