It was a normal day for Death The Kid. Or, evening, to be more precise. Lately, he had been feeling slightly lonely- not that he chose to say anything of course- because he never got to see his father anymore. Most days it was just Kid alone, left to his own devices; which was usually tidying, reading, and from time to time drawing. Life had become rather dull, feeling incomplete, empty somehow. And he longed for it to be meaningful again. There was a feeling inside which was slowly taking over him, a feeling of emptiness- he wasn't exactly depressed, although wasn't always as cheerful as he once was. And so, he had decided to take a brief walk to try and get his mind off it. But then, only a minute ago, it had started to rain. And that rain soon turned into a downpour.

He sighed, and began to pick up the pace a little. Luckily he was only a couple of minutes away from the house, although Kid of all people disliked rain, and so he was rather eager to get home. 'Rain ruins every effort one might have put into looking symmetrical', was what he said. As expected of Kid really.

However, as he was looking down at the cobbled stone beneath his feet, he apparently hadn't looked where he was going and accidentally walked straight into a random stranger, also unfortunate enough to be out in this weather.

"I apologise, it was an accident..." He said, looking up as he did. He saw in front of him a girl, possibly his age (which was now eleven and a quarter), with dirty blonde hair in thin pigtails now draped over her shoulders. Her clear green eyes sparkled in the rain, somehow making the gloomy weather around appear less depressing than it had seemed. And, Kid wasn't sure why, but she looked oddly familiar... Yet he knew for a fact he hadn't met her once in his whole life.

"That's alright..." She mumbled uncomfortably. Her legs must have been cold, with only that skirt on... Kid was cold, and he was wearing a full tux. And so, choosing to do the right thing, he politely asked if she was alright.

"Hm? I'm fine, just... cold..." She answered, slightly taken aback but in too foul a mood to react strongly. "And my house is really far away..."

"Don't you have someone you can call?"

"...My dad would be taking me home, but..." She replied hesitantly.

"You could stay at mine until the storm dies down, if you wanted. My house is just around the corner."

"Really?" Her eyes seemed to brighten up at this offer, and she raised her eyebrows in alacrity. "If it's no trouble... Then yeah, thanks."

"You're welcome." Kid replied calmly, the usual expression on his face as he continued walking, now followed by this girl he'd just met.

"Where do you live?"

"Just around here, after this turn." He told her, eventually arriving at Gallow's Manor once again.

"Wow... It's so huge..."

Kid beamed before unlocking the door. It had been a while since he'd had any visitors, and certainly any of around his age. So it was a nice change for once, to come home with somebody else.

As Maka entered the house, she looked around in awe. It was so large, yet so precisely arranged and perfect- and oddly symmetrical. It almost looked unnaturally sparkly.

"Wooaah..." She said quietly, gaping at the house she was entering. "It's so... so tidy... And symmetrical..."

A sudden glint of hope became evident in Kid's eyes, as he held his fingers together and looked straight at the girl opposite. "You like symmetry?"

She looked slightly confused. "No, I was just commenting... I don't hate it or anything, I-"

"I see." He answered, returning back to his usual emotionless self.

"A-Ah, I never introduced myself, did I?" She suddenly exclaimed in realisation, disappointed in herself. "I'm Maka Albarn, nice to meet you."

"Death The Kid- are you by chance related to-"

"Death The Kid?" She repeated curiously. "What's that, a nickname or something?"

"Oh, no... My Chichi- father is Lord Death, and so I was somewhat named after him. But you can call me Kid."

"Ohh." She nodded. "Well that explains the massive house, I guess... Anyway, you were saying?"

"I was wondering if you were related to Spirit Albarn?" He asked, knowing briefly of his fathe having done some work with him in the past. And, he presumed they still did work together, but since his father wasn't exactly around much anymore, he couldn't be sure.

"Annoyingly, yes..." She answered with a groan, turning her head.

"He's my 'father'. But I refuse to call him that. He's hardly one."

"Why?"

Her face scrunched up in disgust. "...you would understand. My parents got divorced recently thanks to him, so..."

"I see." He nodded.

"Bastard. He's always finding someone new to hook up with..."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Must be even weirder having Lord Death as a father, though..."

"It's difficult. I don't see him often, or at all, really.."

"Don't you have a mother around or something?"

His face flickered with sadness for a split second, and so he tried to suppress it as he quietly replied; "she died before I was old enough to remember."

"Oh." She said, sympathetically. "Sorry."

And for the whole storm, they continued to get to know eachother. Maka luckily didn't discover Kid's extreme OCD trait, although they both found certain new things out about eachother. And, as Maka eventually left, she said something which cheered him up just a little.

"I'll visit you soon, Kid."