Maka Albarn

I sighed in content. You could smell the old books lingering in the air. The DWMA library has 8 floors, courtesy of the son of Lord Death and my best friend, Death the Kid.

The first floor was filled with most of the students because they were too lazy to climb the rounding stairs and also, the shelves were filled and updated with new published books that aren't sold in the stores yet.

The second floor is where you find new and old newspapers, magazines, comics and mangas. Most boys who loved to read comics and manga, teachers who loved to read newspapers and magazines, and people who wanted to be updated with the news stayed there in that specific floor.

The third floor is very, very and I mean very, very messy. It was filled with towers of books that haven't been categorized yet and was stacked for future alphabetizing and sectioning which gives Kid much irritation and gave him an OCD fit every time we climb the stairs and past that floor. The girls who have boyfriend problems stayed there to weep in silent because no one dared to go up there, afraid of collecting dust and afraid of being toppled over by towers of books that are nearly collapsing.

The fourth floor has few students in it that wanted peace in studying. The shelves were filled with thousands of references for homeworks and research papers. Dr. Stein stayed there most of time, blowing smoke from his cigarette, researching random stuff about dissecting when he doesn't have classes and the students, well as usual, were afraid to go near him because of flying scalpels due to disturbance.

The fifth floor has few students who wanted to have a private conversation or simply wanted to find an interesting book to borrow and take home with them. Sometimes I spend most of time in this floor, finding the right book to read at the moment and which suits my emotion and situation during that day.

The sixth floor is very, very barren. No one dared to come up there because of the cursed books. Lord Death inflicted a spell on the books in which when you open them, a face would roared and roared like it's trying to break free. It is rumored that Lord Death hides secret information in that section. Most students were terrified and never come up, afraid of getting a detention for opening a book but I tried it one time, to see if the students were telling the truth because I don't believe in such things if I didn't see it for myself.

I tried to open a random book but nothing happen. It made me confused that time and went to the Death Room to ask Lord Death. He merely chuckled, obvious mischief and amusement painted on his mask, "Well, Maka. It's just a secret between you and me, okay?" I nodded furiously, curiosity taking the best of me.

I leaned in, desperately wanted to reach his height and he leaned down near my hearing level, whispering in my ear, "Let's just say," He paused for a moment for a dramatic effect and suspense arousing inside of me, "that section is for you." I looked at him dubiously and hugged him at the same time.

"Thank you so much, Uncle!" I shrieked. I jumped in joy. It's very often when I called Lord Death uncle. From that moment on I started to hang out in that floor and the students would look at me curiously and incredulously because I wasn't affected and scared with the cursed books. I simply smiled at them and continued reading my book.

I never seen the seventh floor because Kid forbids me because the number of the floor is uneven and asymmetrical so I don't know how it looks but some say that it was empty. The shelves were empty too because it is said that the books in the third floor will be moved, alphabetized and categorized there.

The eighth floor was my very favorite! It was filled with many history books. No one come up here because they're too lazy to climb the stairs and I quote, "Who would want to read boring history?" They would always say that but I don't care about their statements, opinions or complaints about this floor because I loved it here. It's like my very own spot.

I would sit between the two humongous shelves and would put on my light blue headphones in my ears. It was a gift from my mother who FedEx-ed it here in Death City on my birthday. I was overjoyed that she remembered my birthday and loved it ever since but sadly, the package has no return address meaning that she doesn't trust me with her exact location.

I popped open my favorite book here in this floor and started to read through the yellowish old pages.

The Greatest Battles of All

Centuries ago, the land was very peaceful with lush green trees to merry little children running through the grassy space but war soon stood upon their doorsteps. No one knew why they had a war but they fought valiantly and the Shinigami's league had won the battle but no one knew what the cause of the war is.

It was soon forgotten, hiding in the shadows. It became a legend and turned into myths but the elders can't easily forget their terrible and dark past. They say that it started with love. Two different creatures that were nemeses since the world was created. A witch and a Shinigami. One who bears with emerald orbs and the other, golden. They love the other, forgetting that they were nemeses and bound to fight each other through their years and will not stop, unless one had fallen.

What they were doing was against the laws of balance or even against their sides but one did not care and the other become forlorn as she was betraying her league. The Shinigami desperately wanted the witch to accept his love but the witch had something more to think about. Reputation. The Shinigami went mad and declared a war in impulsiveness and the witches easily accepted for they were not willing to give up the fight.

But secret affairs often happened and at the eve of battle, even though he was mad, the Shinigami proposed and the witch secretly accepted but nothing goes well with their plans for the head witch ordered to spy the soon to be betrothed. Secrets started to unravel. Wrath started to arouse. War started to unfold and they were eternally cursed to be separated and not to even hold the hand of your dearest until the end of time.

The spell cannot be broken and history will always repeat itself but a great sorcerer prophesied, "In a winter, the curse will be lifted by a man with ruby eyes." The Shinigami and the witches laughed mockingly at the great sorcerer and did not believe him. The two leagues agreed to decapitate the man with the great source of magic but before he died, he left them with three spine-chilling words that were not forgotten and was pass through generations,

"I'm always right."

I felt shivers in my spine as I read through the words. What had happened with the curse? Is it still unbroken? Who is man with ruby eyes? Questions started to form in my mind and I could not seem to articulate why the book was titled The Greatest Battles of All. Now that I have noticed it, there was no specific author indicated on the front or on the spine of the book.

A shadow fuzzed the words from my book and I glared at the said shadow casting on the pages. Odd, no one ever comes here except for me but I was terribly wrong. I look up to say a smart retort with the owner of the shadow but my heart stopped as I look at the mesmerizing golden orbs. Golden.

"Kid." I uttered. He smiled at me, indicating that I was correct. I hang my still-playing headphones on my neck and smiled at him. "Maka, I noticed that you very like that spot." He informed. "Yeah, it's my spot." I answered back. Kid put his hand on his chin and repeated my spot in whispery words.

He let out a helping hand and I gladly accepted it, pulling me upwards and helping me regain my balance to stand. I shook off the dust from my black coat and he handed me the book. Kid noticed the title and grinned. "You like The Greatest Battles of All?" He asked. I nodded.

"So Kid, where is your spot?" I asked, not thinking at what I had just said. He looked at me dubiously and quickly covered it with a smile. "Come, I'll show you." He offered ,once again, his hand and I took it. I completely trust him. We walked to the farthest corner of the eighth floor of the library and stopped in front of a wall. I looked at him, very befuddled but he smiled once again and pushed a button on the floor, revealing a secret passage.

My expression went from befuddled to gape. He leads us to the slippery staircase, sometimes I noticed myself slipping but before it's too late, Kid managed to catch me before I fell to the dark abyss of the stairs. I blushed in embarrassment because of my clumsiness. Soon, we came into a halt in front of a rusted iron door and I noticed that I was holding my breath for a long while.

I concluded that we are in the attic of one of the towers of DWMA. Kid got something out of his pocket and it seems to be a key. The key was really old with intricate carvings. On the bow of the key was a Shinigami skull itself and the blade of the key was couture made into a letter K. I guessed that this room was really own by Kid.

"So what's in-" But before I could finish my question, he put his left index finger on my lips, hushing me. I nodded and he put the key inside the keyhole and he turned it. I could hear a satisfying click sound and Kid smiled once again. He always smiles. He whispered, "This is my spot." Before exerting force on pushing the rusted iron door and I was blinded by too much brightness.

Dear readers, whether anonymous or not,

Here it is, the much long awaited chapter you've been waiting for so long! Too redundant. Cliffhanger! After next week, I'm free and I can update earlier!

Okay, The Greatest Battles of All is somewhat related to our story. Who would want my boring story without a little twist? Is that okay with you, guys? By the way, what Maka had read is a part of the story so beware of the next awesome chapters!

Okay, someone reviewed that I should make 100 chapters! Maybe I'll try it but I'm not sure, but this story can have a sequel or I'll write many KiMa stories! How about that?

Read and review, my fellow readers, writers, reviewers, followers and the one who favorite-d this story!

Sincerely, Star.