Chapter 4: Poor Death the Kid
Kid turned around and looked at Maka. "You ok?" She nodded slowly, her fingers wrapped around the wrist her father had been holding. Spirit growled on the floor, holding his broken arm and rolling around on the ground. "You'll pay for this you little brat! And I'm going to make you wish he hadn't came to your aid." He got up and backed away slowly, still eyeing Kid warily.
"Let's get you home Maka," Kid held his hand out towards her and she took it. He walked her home silently, which relieved Maka. She didn't know how much he knew, and didn't feel like answering any questions. All of a sudden, she realized they were already in front of her house. Kid opened the door without knocking and helped Maka inside. She was only carrying two of the four bags she realized. "Dammit!" He rose an eyebrow at her but said nothing. Then she realized Kid had the other two and blushed. "Hey Kid, what are you doing here?"
Kid eyed him. He didn't have a shirt on and was in a pair of boxers. "I was walking around town and saw Maka had run into Spirit." Soul's eyes widened. "Maka are you okay?" she nodded and took the bags from Kid. "Thanks for helping me out Kid." He looked at her and nodded slightly, then turned and left. Maka and Soul huh? He should have known that was going to happen. It only made sense since they lived together now anyway. But he had hoped that it wouldn't, and that he'd be able to be with her. It saddened him a lot. He had liked her for three years, and she never noticed. She had started liking Soul instead of him, and he liked her a little too. Now kid had missed his chance.
Maka set the bags on the table and turned around to find Soul directly behind her. He put his arms around her. "I'm sorry, I should have went with you. Did he hurt you?"
"Not really he just grabbed my wrist. I hit him in the face though."
Soul chuckled. "With what?" "My phone." Soul gave her a incredulous look. "What? He wouldn't stop texting me and then I saw him talking to Blair so I threw it." He laughed and hugged her again. "That's my Maka." She blushed and pulled back and he smirked at her. "So what did you buy me Maka?"
"You can look for yourself while your putting them away. I'm watching t.v." He gave her a look and she stuck her tongue out at him and sauntered away. He figured he might as well do as she said. She was probably tired anyway, after being though the stress of seeing her father again and all. Wow, he thought, she bought a lot. This is the most food I've had in my house, well, ever.
Short chapter, I know. But I didn't know what to do for this chapter. Please read and review and let me know what you want in the next chapter!