Hello everyone here's chapter two. Please feel free to let me know how you feel this is still a new story that I am working on. The ending is not yet set in stone. I hope you enjoy the story and see where it goes with me.

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Maka took Liz and Patty on missions and had gotten them many souls in the past few weeks. She'd complete the missions, do any assignment from the day that she'd have missed while on the mission, and then she would help Kid with any work he needed her help with. They'd finished by midnight but she didn't get much sleep before school or whatever mission she'd have after that. Her dreams were always plagued with nightmares that would end with her waking to holes in her sheets and clothes. One night, during a particularly bad nightmare that Maka was unable to wake up to, Soul had barged into the room to wake her. Her screams scared him but he went into total shock when the blades began the protrude from Maka's body.

Soul kept trying to wake her even when he was getting cut up by her. When she woke up, she freaked out when she saw how injured Soul was.

"Soul what happened to you?" She asked once she calmed down. "Are you alright?" She asked examining his wounds.

"Maka you did this. You were screaming in your sleep. I tried to wake you but you just started going berserk." Soul explain. "What's going on?" He asked her. That's when she shut down.

"It's nothing." Maka replied. "I'm handling it." Maka got up and went to her desk and pulled out a first aid kit.

"Maka tell me what's going on." Soul demanded as Maka sat him on her stool.

"There's nothing to tell." She said then began to clean the cuts and placed bandaids over the really bad ones.

"The hell there isn't. You had blades coming out of you." Soul yelled. He shot up from the seat. "I'm supposed to be your partner but you don't tell me anything!"

"Shut up Soul. I tried telling you about my nightmares. You told me breaking a nail in a dream doesn't fit under the category of a nightmare. You didn't give me the chance to say anything." Maka yelled back at him and slammed the first aid kit down on the desk.

"Well I don't care about your dreams. I care 'bout the fact that you had fucking blades coming out of you." Soul continued to yell.

"That's it! I'm going out." She yelled then ran out of the room. On her way out of the apartment she grabbed her jacket and walked in the early morning air. It was 2:30 in the morning and Maka didn't know where to go. She couldn't go to the school because Kid had left two hours before and no one else was there. I couldn't go to my father's because he normally has a woman over or is at the club. Black star and Tsubaki aren't even in town. Maka figured she'd go probably go to a hotel and stay there but her wallet wasn't in her jacket. She pulled out her mirror from her jacket pocket and sat on a bench by the basketball court. She scrolled through her contacts and saw that only Kid was still active. Maka hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should call him or if she should just wait a few hours to head back to the apartment. After a few minutes she decided to call Kid.

"Death the Kid speaking." Kid answered. He wasn't looking at the mirror at first but when he turned and saw Maka he looked around then cleared his throat. "Maka. You're up late." He said as he put down the book he was reading.

"Hey Kid. I'm sorry for bothering you so late." Maka said as she adjusted herself on the bench.

"You're not bothering me at all." Kid said with a gentle smile on his face. "Why are you outside? It's pretty cold out tonight." He said as he noticed the tree behind her move with the wind.

"I had a fight with Soul and don't feel like going back home. Would it be alright if I slept over at your place tonight?" Maka swallowed her pride and asked Kid.

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up." Kid asked. Maka watched as he stood up and began walking with the pocket mirror.

"Oh no I can walk over." Maka said as she got up and picked her keys up off the bench beside her.

"Sit back down. Where are you?" His voice was no nonsense and definitive. Maka could help but sit back down and reluctantly tell him she was at the basketball court where they had all played a few games at. "I'll be right there." He hung up the mirror and got there in record time. Kid had on his black cloak when he came up on his beelzebub at full speed. He stopped before getting to Maka and wrapped her up in his cloak leaving him in just his white button up and his black pants.

"Kid I'm fine I have my jacket." Maka said about to take off his cloak when he loosely grabbed her hands.

"Your shorts barely go past your jacket. You must be cold." Maka's jacket went down to just barely halfway down her thighs and her shorts peeked out by barely an inch. "Humor me if anything." Kid added as he assisted her onto the board. "Hold on." Kid said. When he felt her arms settle around his waist he had then propel forward. As they went higher in the sky her grip around his waist tightened. He lowered them so that she wasn't scared and continued at a decent pace. When they got to his house she asked if it was okay for her to go read in the library for a while and he said he didn't mind the company because that's were he was before her call. Maka took off the cloak and went to hand it back to Kid.

"Thanks for picking me up Kid. I'm sorry for intruding." Maka said when they got to the library.

"Don't be. I enjoy your company." Kid said with a smile. When he looked over he noticed that her hair was sticking up and was messed up. "Your hair…" He began. It wasn't anywhere near being symmetrical. He tried not to flip out as he normally would. He has been working on his OCD tendencies.

"I'm so sorry. I hadn't brushed it or put it up before I left." Maka said as she ran her hands over top of her hair to flatten it. "Do you have a spare brush I can use to fix it?" Maka asked in an attempt to right it so it wouldn't bother him.

"May I?" He asked when he returned with the brush. Maka wasn't too sure how to answer so she nodded instead. He was gentle and took his time. She read as he brushed her hair. By the time he was finished, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He eased her hair over her shoulder and sat beside her with his book and began to read. Her head had fallen on his shoulder. He adjusted himself so that his body was bent lower so that her neck would be comfortable. He continued to read and would peek over at her.

P.O.V. CHANGE

I woke up and felt better than I have in a long time. I didn't have much of a nightmare and it quickly settled into a pleasant dream. My pillow was warm so I snuggled closer. I let myself fall back asleep and woke up again I felt what I thought was my bed shifted under me and tightened around my waist. For a second I paid it no mind and snuggled closer. A soft rumble below me made me wake right up. I blinked once. Twice. Then with the third I shot right up and saw that I was lying, and cuddling, with Death the Kid. His grip around my waist ended with the two of us on the ground in front of the couch, tangled in the blanket that had at some point got put over us, with Kid flush on top of me. His eyes shot open as he was about to land so he bent his arms so he landed on his forearms with his fists by my head and his elbows just below my shoulders. He didn't say anything and soon his eyes began to droop as he fell back asleep. My face grew hot as he looked at me sleepily. He was adorable in his half asleep state. He fell back asleep after laying down with his body on his side next to me,is arm over my waist, and laid his head on my chest. My stomach flipped. He inhaled deeply then turned his head so his face was right between my breast and inhaled again. The churning sensation in my stomach was going crazy at this point. That's when I felt him go stiff. I felt tense and knew my face was on fire. He brought his head up and Stared at me.

"M-Maka?!" Kid stuttered.

"G-Good morning. Uhm could you let me up?" I asked looking him in the eyes despite my embarrassment. I didn't want to wake him up but I had panicked. If his eyes hadn't opened wider while I was watching, I wouldn't have believed his eyes could open so wide. His mouth dropped open as apologies flew out. When his eyes looked back at where he snuggled up to blood had came out his nose and he fell back onto me. "Um Kid?" No response. My face was red and all I could do was let out a sigh. I rolled him over so he was laying next to me on the floor. I laid there for a moment with my hands on my face in an attempt to calm down the blush that was surely on it.

When the blush died down I got up and struggled to get Kid off the floor. Once I got him back on the couch I placed the blanket back on him and inspected the damage of my clothes. There were varying sized cuts all throughout my top and shorts and two fresh medium sized blood stains on my shirt. I let out a sigh and just as I was pulling up the zipper of my large jacket I saw Kid's eyes open and focus in on the holes in my shirt.

"This will not do." Kid said. He folded the blanket as precisely as he could and grabbed my by my wrist and dragged me out of the room. He dragged me down one hall then another and another until finally we were in his room. He walked over to his closet and pulled out one of his white button ups and a pair of his black pants. "I'll step out so you can change." He said and promptly left the room. His walking was stiff and robotic and very out of character for Kid. At this point he would normally be flipping out about the lack of symmetry. My chest wasn't anything grand or anything big. After my 17th birthday I went through a growth spurt when it comes to my chest it went from an a-cup to my current, and most likely permanent, c-cup. Just thinking about it made my stomach flip again as I remembered the warmth. The shirt in my arms was large as I thought of how he has matured since taking over in his father's place.

"Maka are you decent yet?" I heard him ask from the other side of the door after I heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Almost!" I called back then added, "Give me one moment." I quickly slid my jacket off, my shirt then my shorts. I needed to change and get back to the apartment so I could prepare for my mission this evening.

P.O.V. CHANGE

Thinking about how I had a nosebleed and Maka had seen and that it landed on her killed me. I wanted to bang my head on the wall. But seeing the state her shirt was in worried me. How had I not seen her shirt in that state? I was blinded by rage that Soul had actually let her outside in the 64 degree temperature wearing what she was especially when it was overcast and could rain at any minute. After I grabbed some clothes for her to change into I looked at the blush on her face and saw her skin through one of the cuts in her shirt and I needed to get out of the room. My face was flushed as I left and I hoped she hadn't seen the blush before I turned away.

I wanted to go beat Soul just for not going after her. The thought that he might have sliced her clothes like that made me want to beat him even more. He doesn't value her like he should. It's been obvious since day one that she's had feelings for him. Yet he lets his eyes wander and is fooling around with Blair any chance he gets. He constantly does things he know angers Maka. She's gorgeous when she's mad but even more when she smiles and is happy.

"Maka are you decent yet?" I said after clearing my throat. When I heard her response I let out a sigh of relief and breathed deeply to calm myself.

...What is this feeling that she elicits from me?