Compound H2O Chapter 10: FINAL: Kiss, a soul eater fanfic

Disclaimer: All original Soul Eater characters, story, and affiliated media are copyright (c) 2004 by Atsushi Ohkubo. Kashii Ai, Cassie Drey, and any associated names/companies in no way own the Soul Eater series.

FINAL A/N: Howdy! I am pleased to deliver you the tenth chapter and final installment of Compound H2O.

I am very proud, as this the first fanfiction I have ever completed, and I'm happy you're all able to share this pivotal moment with me. It makes me so glad! :D

Trilby may shoot me for this, but . . . I am considering writing a oneshot lemon based on this fic. Trilby . . . uh . . . does not approve of smut. But . . . meh. I shall leave it up to you the readers, so let me know what you want!

Never despair on endings, my darling readers, as the end of something always marks a new beginning! There will always be another story lurking just around the corner for you to find, and I am certain my muses will not stop at the rate they're going. So, always search for that next story!

And, of course, don't forget to review . . .

Until our next adventure together, this has been Kashii Ai!

This final installment is in dedication to all my
wonderful readers, reviewers, and alerters, anonymous and not.
And, of course, for Trilby.

Thank you for sticking with Kid and Maka
to the very
end.

Chapter 10: Kiss

Soul sighed as he stared at his meister, from across the table. She was staring silently at her food, picking at the Mexican Lasagna with her fork. This was one of her favorites, she loved it when Soul made it, and she hadn't eaten a bite. She hadn't eaten last night either, when they had come home from Kid's house. Soul was beginning to worry—she loved food—this was so out of character for his Technician, "Oi. Maka. Eat something." She shrugged noncommittally, and hung her head lower. She didn't talk much, either. She was silent all day, today, except for a few muttered words.

The young scythe sighed, and stared at his own lasagna, "We only have five more to Eggs to go before we get to capture a witch soul. How does that sound, cool, huh? This time we'll get it!" His comment was met with silence.

Soul took a huge bite of cheese, "Mmmmm, this is so good, you should try it! It's the best ever!" More silence. God, she was like a zombie . . .

"I'll kick Kid's ass if you want me to." She stared for a moment longer at her food, before getting up, and turning toward her bedroom, "Oh, Maka, don't—don't lea—" Her door slammed before he could finish his sentence. He sighed and stared at his food, suddenly having no appetite himself. He got up, and got out a Tupperware. He was just packing the last of the food into the fridge, when their doorbell buzzed. He shut the refrigerator, answered the door to find the last face he wanted to see on his doorstep, "Oh, it's you. You have ten seconds before I blow up, shinigami. You better have a good reason. Start talking."

"Uh—um—I wanted to talk to Maka. I've realized some things, and that I was stupid, and I wanted to know if she—she—would . . . like to go out with me."

Soul raised an eyebrow, "I see. I don't know if she'll be so compliant, she's been pretty out-of-it, lately. You might end up having your head torn off . . ."

Kid shrugged, "That's okay. I deserve it, anyway."

"Alright." Soul stepped aside, to allow Kid in. The young shinigami looked around, probably searching for Maka. Soul nodded to her bedroom, "She won't answer, most likely, so I'd just knock, then go in."

"Okay." Kid took a deep breath, before he stepped up and knocked softly on the pink door. There was no answer, as expected, so he slowly opened the door, and walked right in. He saw a lump under the pink comforter of the bed, topped by a blonde head. She was laying with her back to him. She didn't move or look up as he softly closed the door behind him, and approached the bed. He stopped awkwardly right next to her, staring down at the two, perfectly even pigtails, the way the light made the soft wisps around her head glow, halo-like for the angel she was.

"I was wondering if perhaps you might like to teach me some more butterfly."

The small form started, and popped up. She turned to stare at him, her huge green eyes red-rimmed, and too, too bright. Kid swallowed and tried not to get lost in liquid emerald. She stared at him for what seemed hours before she finally spoke, "There are all sorts of ways to improve your technique." Her voice was raspy and soft, like she hadn't spoken for a while.

"I was hoping there was more to learn. You're a great teacher."

Her eye narrowed, and she turned away, "You're not a very good student." It was murmured softly to the bedspread. Kid stepped closer, and gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I know."

She returned her eyes to his face, and she was glaring daggers at him, now. Kid swallowed uncomfortably, and braced himself for possible mauling or dismemberment, "I like learning from the girl I love." He gasped as something hard struck across his face, and he touched his stinging cheek. He only caught a brief glimpse of soft, cornsilk hair and bright, emerald eyes fringed with water before something soft and warm pressed against his lips. He felt his breath hitch as he kissed her back, and it ended too soon. She leaned back and stared for a moment, before slapping him again.

"Agh! That hurts like a bitch, you know!" But he was smiling, smiling, his grin was ridiculously huge. Maka was beaming, too.

"You deserve it." That grin of hers was a little too sadistic. Kid giggled.

"I know." He leaned forward, and softly kissed her forehead, "I know." His lips pressed to each of her eyes, her nose, her mouth once again, "I know." His hand brushed against her neck, and he felt something thin and delicate. He looked down to see a thin gold chain, and pulled on it gently, until he saw the pendant he recognized that day from the market. He chuckled, "You still kept it?"

Maka shrugged and blushed, "It's pretty. And besides, you're a sucker for that cheesy romantic stuff. I think I knew deep down you'd eventually come around." She toyed idly with the little angel wing, running her fingers over the well sculpted feathers of the delicate gold. Kid covered her tiny hand with his large one, and her gaze flickered back up to his. He leaned down and kissed her again, and this time, she opened her mouth eagerly. Her mouth was soft against his tongue, and she tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey, his own personal sugar. They came up for air a few minutes later, and simply stared at each other for a while.

BOOM.

"YOOHOO, I KNEW YOU'D TWO GET TOGETHER!"

Soul followed right after, with Liz clinging to him. He smiled, and chuckled, while trying to escape from his girlfriend, "I'm so glad Maka didn't kill you. It's never a good idea when you sic my pissy meister on anybody."

"Shut up, stupid demon scythe . . ." Maka flushed, and buried her face in Kid's chest. He smiled and nuzzled her hair.

"Aawwwwww, Kiddo-kun and Maka-chan are so cuuute~!" Patti gushed, then proceeded to pounce her boyfriend, who had currently taken to standing up (thankfully, the window was closed) on Maka's windowsill. He made a strangled sound, and both collapsed back onto the floor, giggling. Tsubaki laughed, and leaned farther into Mifune. He gently held her had for balance as she stepped over the couple, as well as Liz and Soul, who the demon pistol had dragged to sit on the floor and cuddle. The camellia flower sat down on Maka's bedside, and Maka looked up again, and smiled at her best friend, "You're always right."

Tsubaki shrugged, "I guess. It's just about believing that everything will work out just fine."

Maka nodded, and snuggled closer to Kid, who was now conversing with Black Star, who had escaped from Patti, "I know." The scythe meister shrugged, "What other place would Shibusen spirit come from?"

Tsubaki beamed, "Exactly!"

Maka heard Kid give a strangled, rather painful sound, "R—really?"

"Yep. Maka's first kiss was with me!" Black Star gloated.

"I THOUGHT WE AGREED NOT TO TELL ANYBODY!" Maka screeched. Kid cocked an eyebrow and stared at Maka. She fidgeted uncomfortably, "It was—in middle school. At a school dance. In eighth grade. We wanted to see what kissing would be like. It meant nothing, I swear!" Kid was slowly going bluescreen.

"I see . . ."

"I didn't enjoy it . . ."

Soul busted out laughing, "Your first kiss was with Black Star? OH, OH! That is too good!"

"You've kissed Black Star too, you idiot!"

Black Star chuckled, "It was on a dare while we drunk, so it meant nothing. BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT IF I WERE GAY, IT WOULD BE FOR SOUL, AND SOUL ALONE!"

This was met with a very, very, long awkward silence, and everyone collectively sweatdropped as they stared openly at Black Star. Soul edged away from his friend awkwardly, "Dude. I did not need to know that . . ."

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAH—" His laugh was cut off as a book was promptly chucked at his head. Maka glared for a moment.

"Honestly, does he have to be so loud? And it would be nice if Kid and I could be left alone, please." Everyone flinched and agreed, not wanting to be mauled by a dictionary, and filtered out, Patti dragging the half-dead Black Star behind her while giggling.

Soul was the last to leave, "Don't hang out on the bed." Oh, man. He was in brother-mode. Maka rolled her eyes, and pulled out a dictionary, "Okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" He hightailed it out of there, shutting the door behind him. Kid chuckled, and softly ran a hand through Maka's hair.

"So, guess what? I know about this really great restaurant in the Entertainment District."

"Really? Are you asking me out, shinigami?"

Kid shrugged, "Maybe I am."

"I think I would love to check out this restaurant."

Kid beamed, "Great!" He snuggled closer, and his eyes flickered to her nightstand. He observed it for a moment, before picking up the novel sitting there, "The Book Thief?"

"Yes."

"Is it good?"

"Oh, yes!" Maka beamed, and leaned back to explain, "It's a story about the Holocaust, but it's unique, because it's told from the point of view of Death himself, and I think you would love it. It all starts with an amazing prologue, and the way the author writes is exquisite; almost like the way . . ."

He would listen patiently until the end of her summary, no matter how useless or how many spoilers it contained. And they would talk for minutes and hours and days and weeks and years and decades and centuries and millennia, because no matter what Fate threw at them, and no matter how hard things became, they would always be with each other. Death the Kid could listen to Maka Albarn's voice forever. She would become his Queen, and the mother of his children and heirs, and nothing was ever going to pop the hyper-tension, strong bubble that would forever be their relationship.

It was perfect.

-fin-

Compound H2O
March 14, 2010 – May 13, 2010