Ello! Sorry for the wait, but this story is being uploaded as I write it and writer's block is a bitch. Any who, I hope you enjoy it, so please read & review :)

I still, sadly, do not own Soul Eater.

"I'm sorry."

Maka pulled away from Soul and Kid to wipe away any traces of tears from her face. She wasn't going to break down like this and she sure as hell wasn't going to drag her friends down with her.

Soul and Kid, however, exchanged confused and worried looks before regarding the blonde in front of them that, just seconds ago, was in the midst of heavy grieving.

"Maka, there's nothing to be sorry for," Soul said.

"Perhaps, but this is something I should be used to," Maka said as she finally looked both boys in the eye. "We deal with death every day. We've dealt death to pre-kishins, kishins, and witches with death weapons for years now. We serve a Death God and we even live in a place called Death City! The idea of death should not be so shocking to me."

Soul was at a loss for words. Honestly, he had no idea what to do for his meister in this situation. He had left his family, but never dealt with a loss like this. This was so uncool. Maka shouldn't have to go through this, especially at the hand of her own father. Soul would definitely be having a word with Spirit. His rambling thoughts were put on hold, though, as Kid finally spoke up.

"Your reasoning is completely logical Maka, but please believe me when I tell you that I understand what you're going through and the fact that this does bother you is a good thing. It shows how human you are and how good of a heart you have. Quite honestly, if you were unaffected by this I would be worried."

Maka looked at the young Death God and saw nothing but good natured honesty in those horribly deep golden eyes. She shook her head to keep from getting lost in his haunting orbs and found her train of thought locking onto something he had said.

"No offense Kid, but what do you mean you understand? I mean, I know you almost lost your father all those years ago, but I though Shinigami's were practically impassive when it came to death. You are basically living death, aren't you? What do you know of losing someone that was so close to you?"

Kid frowned and looked away from the grieving, but ever so intelligent meister. Tension filled the room as he stayed silent. Maka looked to Soul and after a moment, he nodded before rising to his feet.

"Ahem, well… I need to speak to Lord Death about something," Soul said as he walked toward the entrance of the library. "And get an explanation from his lying excuse of a weapon," he muttered as he left.

Even after Soul left, Kid stayed silent and refused to meet Maka's prying gaze. The tension continued to grow which made Maka even more curious, but also a bit agitated. If he didn't want to talk about it, why did he try to sympathize? It was more than just sympathizing though, and she knew it.

"Kid… I know there's something you're not telling me. And don't try lying, because I felt it in your soul when you hugged me."

Sighing, Kid finally met her deep green gaze. He couldn't lie to her. Well, he could, but they were sitting in a library, surrounded by heavy books that he really didn't want crushed into his cranium. The dent might him off-center and then he would be even more asymmetrical and- No! Hold it together Kid. That has nothing to do with the situation at hand and the longer he stalls, the more irritated the book-wielding meister in front of him gets.

"Alright, I did mean what I said about understanding what you're going through. I also want you to understand that Shinigami's are not necessarily impassive to death and the grief it can bring. We just deal with it so much that it becomes second nature, but that doesn't make personal deaths any less painful."

"Ok, but that still doesn't answer my question as to how you understand my situation. Your father is alive and well. You've never know the pain of losing a parent; someone who raised you and helped you grow."

Kid took a deep breath as gold orbs locked on to deep green. "Yes, my father is very much alive. I have, however, known the pain of losing a parent. You see, I too lost my mother."

Cliff-hanger! Bear with me though, I have a plan! :D