Maka blinked. She couldn't believe her eyes. In front of her was a man she hadn't seen in over 5 years. A man whom she thought was dead.

She immediately hugged him, tears threatening to fall. She let them.

"M-Maka..." Spirit whispered, hugging her back. When the two pulled back, Maka glared at him. "Why didn't you tell us you were alive?! Do you have any idea how sad Mama is? Even after 8 years she still mourns!" Maka yelled.

Spirit bowed his head. "Since your here, you must know that DWMA is a dangerous academy indeed. I couldn't tell anyone, and I mean anyone, that I was here. And if I left you two without any explaination, you would probably hate me..." He said nervously.

"So you decided to make us sad by making us thing you were dead? You could have just said you had a really important job to do and that it would take a long time for you to finish or some crap like that." Maka said.

"Yes, I know... Anyway, I have an important meeting soon, and someone-" Spirit paused, before whispering 'Death the Kid' into Maka's ear. "-is waiting for you." He said, looking extremely irritated with the fact. Maka rose a brow. "What's with you-"

"I don't want my baby to be near any boys!" Spirit wailed, hugging Maka again.

"MAKA CHOP!"

Spirit was immediately on the floor, with a... nosebleed? "What the hell?! Why are you bleeding through your nose?!" Maka exclaimed, scooting to the corner of her bed. "Don't mind him. He's been a pervert since he got here." Mira said, looking up from her clipboard.

"A-A pervert?" Maka said, her eye twitching. Mira nodded, before she dragged him out, leaving his comically large puddle of blood on the floor. "Are you okay...?" A calm voice asked.

Maka looked up from the puddle to see Death the Kid looking at her, the same stoic expression on his face. "When I came in you were just staring at the floor. I've been here for 15 minutes you know." He said, leaning against the door frame.

Maka blinked, this time staring at his golden eyes. It took her a while to process what was happening, before her eyes shot open and she looked at Kid frantictly. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no..." Maka stood up quickly, and went to get her bag. "My mom is going to freak... Oh no..." She quickly ran out, making Kid's normally emotionless face go to a confused one.

A minute later, Maka came back, panting. "How do I get out of here?" She asked, leaning her hands on her knees. Kid laughed, suprising Maka. She didn't know why, but she felt her heart beat faster when she heard his laugh.

Kid stopped when he realised Maka was staring at him. "What's wrong?" He asked. Maka bit her lip, trying to stop a heavy blush from being caught staring, but unfortunately was tinted a light pink.

Kid tilted his head to the side. "You're turning red, are you sick?" He put a hand to her forehead, making her face turn a sturdy pink. "I-I'm fine... Can you just show me out of here?"

Kid furrowed his eyebrows into a 'v', but obliged. He showed her the tubes they use to go up and down, and how to use them. Maka, being a quick learner, easily understood, and went up with Kid.

"Want me to walk you home?" Kid offered. Maka was about to say 'no', but Kid stopped her. "I'm going to wether you want me to or not. Death City isn't a safe place at night." Kid said. Maka looked down and mumbled something.

The walk back was silent, but comfortable. Halfway there, Kid noticed Maka was staring at him intensely. "Soul said you had OCD a while back..." Maka started. "You like symmetry don't you?" She asked him. Kid nodded hesitantly. "Then why is your hair-"

"You're right! I'm garbage! Total scum! I'm a failure Shinigami! I deserve to die!" Kid said, instantly kneeling on the ground, pounding the hard pavement. Maka giggled, making Kid look up slowly. After a few seconds, her quiet giggle turned into a full blown laugh attack.

Kid just sat there, watching Maka double over, clutching her stomach. "E-Everything h-hurts!" Maka said, falling to her knees in front of Kid. "Are you done yet?" Kid asked in embarrassment, which confused him. He never was embarrassed whenever he did that in front of anyone else... so why was he embarrassed now?

Maka stopped, still giggling, but she was more controlled than she had been a few seconds ago. "I'm sorry but... that was really funny." Maka said, smiling. Kid frowned, but nodded. "You aren't the only one who thinks that..." He said, slowly. Maka realised what she said, and quickly shook her head. "That's not what I meant." She said, confusing Kid.

"What I meant was that it was funny that you think people care if your hair is asymmetrical. I think it looks good on you." Maka said, her smile growing. She started going on, with Kid slowly trailing behind her.

To get to her home, Maka and Kid had to go through the city, since she lived a bit further away. Kid noticed something from the corner of his eye.

"Isn't that..."

"That fucking son of a-"

"Now, now, Maka, watch your language." Kid said, even though he was staring at the man with disgust. He had heard stories of this, but he never believed things like that without proof. Now he had some.

In front of them, was Chupacabra. A bar in the middle of Death City. Inside of said bar, was a red head, who had plenty of women rubbing themselves against him. And he was enjoying it.

And from that day onwards... Spirit Albarn was officialy labeled a womanizer.

Dun,

DUN,

DUN...!

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What the hell ending xD I'm sorry I took so long, but I couldn't write anything because of a massive amount of freaking homework. Yes, I used the homework excuse, which I have used who knows how many times in the past. Although, every single time it has been true. My school is harsh.

TBC