"Nrabla Akam was my ancestor? But what does that have to do with me?" Maka questioned. Kid shook his head slowly, "I'm not entirely sure… But I do have a theory."

Maka and Black*Star stared at him quizzically. "I believe that ever since the Darkness killed your ancestor, something has been altered. Which means that every person directly related from that ancestor has this special power. Your mother was also a direct descendant from Nrabla Akam, in fact…" Kid looked sympathetically towards Maka, who was paying extra attention at this point.

"My father told her about her heritage after you were born, and even about the prophecy. She hadn't met the Darkness her entire life, but was very afraid for you. In hopes that you would survive and finally get rid of the Darkness, she gave you all of her 'power', the part of her that could stand up to it. But…In turn, she became very weak, and died shortly afterward."

Maka's eyes watered, and she sniffled, "So it's my fault that she d-died?" Black*Star watched, unsure of what to say.

"No…Of course not…Maka…!" Kid jumped out of his seat and embraced her tightly. "Listen, she did it because she loved you. If anyone, it is the Darkness's fault that she's gone." Maka cried silently, wrapping her arms around his back. Kid had one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her head.

Black*Star, feeling uncharacteristically awkward, looked around the library. Maka sniffled again, before lightly pushing Kid away. His arms were still around her, however. "I'm okay now. Thanks, Kid…You're a great friend."

"Uh, yeah…You're welcome…" Kid, feeling slightly dejected, let his arms fall to his sides. Black*Star laughed loudly, "Hehe, stuck in the friend-zone…"

Maka looked curiously at Black*Star, wondering what that could mean as Kid mouthed the words "shut up" to the immature boy.

Black*Star just laughed. Maka ignored him and turned back to Kid, "Was there anything else you were hiding from me?"

"…No." Kid replied. "Are you sure? 'Cause if there's something that you aren't telling me and I figure it out, I'll lock myself in my room for a week."

Kid chuckled. "A little at a time…" Black*Star kept looking between the two, a single question forming in his mind.

"So there is more?" Maka pressed on.

"Not for today." Kid insisted.

"I will do the room thing if you don't tell me." Maka pouted playfully.

"Are you two dating?" Black*Star cut in. Kid and Maka both looked quickly at him. And suddenly, blushing became a very competitive sport, with Maka winning by just one shade.

"N-No," Maka answered, "Where'd you get that idea?" Black*Star shrugged. "Hey, no need to get defensive about it. Just all the hugging and the flirting makes it seem obvious. Even to me."

"Whatever…We're just friends…" Maka professed. "Sure, sure. Just tone it down around Soul. You know how he gets…Wait, where IS Soul?" Black*Star changed the subject quickly.

"In the movie room," Kid replied. He still hadn't forgotten about the little incident in which Maka went with Soul to watch a DVD. "He's watching a zombie movie." Maka added.

"Really? Sounds cool!" Black*Star jumped up and sprinted out in search of Soul. "Wait, you don't even know where…" Kid stopped speaking, since he was already gone and simply sighed. A few minutes of silence passed before Kid thought of an idea.

"Do you…Want to learn your soul-seeing skill?" Kid asked Maka, not wanting to go back to the previous subject.

Maka thought for a moment, before nodding once. "Just tell me what to do."

"First, you have to clear your mind of everything. Don't feel or think anything." Maka did her best, trying not to do either at all. "Close your eyes." Kid really wanted to kiss her, but held back.

"Now, repeat after me. A sound soul dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body."

"A sound soul dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body." Maka said perfectly. "Think about that saying, and only that sentence." Maka repeated it in her mind once, before feeling…odd. Almost like she wasn't there anymore.

"Open your eyes." Kid prompted. He knew she had done it right. Maka slowly cracked an eye open, before both shot up. "That's your soul?"

Kid smiled and replied, "Yeah. Cool, huh?" 'Cool', was an understatement. Seeing his soul…She could see how he felt at the moment, and what he was thinking about. "Yes…" Maka could barely speak. It seemed so…ethereal.

"Let's practice now. Start thinking about a lot of things again…" Kid instructed. Maka did as she was told and could see Kid, not his soul. "This time, I want you to do it by yourself."

Maka repeated the procedure, and got the same results. "Good. Remember the chant by heart, and you don't have to say it aloud."

"This is…Really cool," Maka admitted happily. Kid smiled in turn. "And you can see my soul too, right?" Maka asked enthusiastically. "That's right."

"What does it look like? I couldn't see my own soul, so…" Maka ended a little sheepishly. "Well…It's a little hard to explain…" Kid was actually looking at her soul when she asked. "It's right here," Kid pointed to Maka's heart. "It's the size of my palm," He showed her just to be sure. "It is yellow…" Kid paused for a minute.

"Very determined…Brave. Hard-working. Serious. How is that for a description?" Kid questioned, unable to pick up much more from the soul. "Wow, how did you get all of that?" Maka stared in awe at the shinigami. Kid laughed a little, "It just takes practice."

"Yeah…" Maka smiled. Silence proceeded as Kid was mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn't do anything but stare. "Uh, Kid…You still there?" Maka waved her hand in front of his face, noticing his trance.

Kid snapped out of his stupor and apologized, "Sorry about that…" They both laughed for a little bit, enjoying each other's company, until—

"AHHH!"

"What was that?" Maka inquired urgently. "I think it came from the kitchen," Kid responded as he took hold of her hand. She blushed in turn as the couple made their way to where the scream came from.

As they entered the room, smoke covered everything. Someone was on the ground coughing loudly. "Liz!" Kid darted to the said girl and helped her up. "What happened?"

Liz coughed some more, trying to speak, but failed. She simply pointed to the microwave. Maka gulped, having an idea of what could have occurred.

"The microwave?" Kid took large strides to the machine and peered inside. "…Maka? What were you making earlier today?"

"…Popcorn…" Maka answered awkwardly. "…I see," Kid replied as he took the bag out of the microwave and threw it into the garbage. The 'popcorn' container was completely black.

He then opened the windows, and grabbed some fans to air it out. In the meantime, Maka helped Liz up. "Sorry about that, it was my fault…"

Liz coughed a little more, "I-It's alright. We all mess up the directions sometimes. But I guess some of us aren't very good cooks altogether…" She joked.

"Uh yeah, haha. But seriously, sorry," Maka apologized again. "Just be more careful next time, and don't forget about it," Kid teased.

"Yeah, yeah…I know…" Maka pouted.

"Where did Maka go…?" Soul asked to no one in particular. She still hadn't returned, and the movie was almost over.

"Hey, Soul."

Soul jumped around and saw his best friend, "Black*Star? You're alive?" Black*Star leapt onto the couch next to his pal, "Yeah. So this is a zombie movie? Maka told me."

"Yeah." The two simply watched the rest of the movie without saying another word.