(maka)
"Soul!" Maka laughed yet managed to keep an angry tone while her partner fenced with an invisible knight. "You are supposed to chopping celery not fighting off the dark lord, Death you're such a child at times."
This was a typical night at her apartment. Today was a little bit calmer, Blair was working today, there were no half naked catwoman to bug them. Maka genuinely enjoyed the company of her weapon. He could be an ass at times, calling her tiny tits, saying she was way too short and making fun of how young she was. (he's only two years older).
"I know, I know." the albino boy sighed. "Why are you such a party pooper?"
"If i wasn't who, in this house, would be?" she sassed as the boy raised his hands in defeat. "Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki and my father are coming tonight at about seven. If you wanna make plans go ahead were only party planning." the boy nodded and went to finishing his task.
Maka sighed it had only been a day since she met the boy with golden eyes and had the oddest feeling in the pit of her stomach that he was going to changer her life forever. But maka shook it off that kind of stuff only happened in bad vampire romance novels or equally bad fanfictions. But every time she pushed it aside the feeling got stronger.
She heard the speaker chime and sighed. "Soul! If you play Brittany Spearse one more time i swear to Death i will kill you.''
(kid)
Kid twitched running his hands through his hair messing it up completely. He was too out of it to care though. Six days, he would meet her in six days and then have to be happy enough to spend the rest of his life (which mind you is forever) with her.
His father was shocked to see Kid in such stress, the last time he saw him like this it was because the toilet paper wasn't folded. Lord death knew this was a lot for a young man to carry on his shoulders. This bond is what has held weapons and misters together for ages.
Kid knew his priorities but his mind couldn't help but wonder toward the sweet girl in the DWMA shirt. She was so young but her emerald eyes held wisdom beyond her year, and though she claimed to know nothing of it she spoke of love like she's had hundreds of years of experience.
"Kiddo!" a childishly cheery voice yelled. This was Patty Thompson one of his weapons.
"Yo! Were home come over here we need help with our bags." that was Liz Thomson his over weapon. The two girls were the only experience with girls he's really had they were as sweet as they were tough.
"I'm here girls, one moment please." Kid yelled knowing that they would hear him in the mostly empty house. He walked from the back patio to the front door.
"Dear Death, you look like a mess." liz leaned putting a hand on her hip.
"Sis, maybe Kiddo is having girly trouble?" patty suggested jokingly but when kid turned tomato red Liz's eyes widened.
"Screw the bags. Kid start talking."
(maka)
The small blond sat at her kitchen table with three people more excited for her own party than her. She sighed as her father gushed at how amazing it would be and how Lord Death was making an appearance.
Maka had a feeling this party was more for show than to celebrate her. Sixteen didn't seem like that big of a deal, she's been a teen for three year. Nothing special was going to happen this year. She's head of her class, she's already had a couple of boyfriends and her first kiss happened two years ago. Nothing particularly special was lined up for this year.
"I think pink and gold would be lovely. My Maka looks good in pink!" spirit cheered in an over enthusiastic manner.
"I think blue and silver would be great because it would match me!" Blackstar yelled.
"Guys Maka wants Black and white, she said that last month when you asked for ideas.'' Tsubaki had shyly cut into the two boys conversations.
"Oh right, Birthday girls wishes." spirit smiled slightly embarrassed. "So that is the last of everything. Maka it will officially be the best party Death City has ever known."
Maka silently thanked the other girl and led them to the door. Maka then went and sat on the couch next to Soul. she huffed until she had his attention.
"Poor princess, Getting a nice party and nobody understands." he dead panned.
"Soul, i don't want a big party i don't understand and they are stressing the hell out of me and Papa won't leave me alone. Hes basically babying me." she sighed.
"I Know Maka only one week that you'll have to deal with him," he scooted close and put an arm around her shoulder, she easily slid her head onto is shoulder. Over the past few years soul had become her comfort zone and she his it was a little odd. But they knew it only came down to needing one another's company.
(kid)
Kid had sat through the last thirty minutes trying to deny Liz's claims and ended up sitting on the couch and telling them everything. The marriage, his nerves, meeting her next saturday, he even told them about the pigtailed girl at the cafe.
"Ew Kid she was like sixteen," Liz remarked when she saw the gleam in his eye talking about her.
"She talked like she was older and held herself like it too." Kid defended himself. Sure she was young but his Bride to be would barely be the same age as the green eyed girl.
Liz pitied the boy over the past six years they had become family and know when one another was stressed.
Kid sat on the couch hopelessly lost in thought when her heard the slight clattering of glass. Directly in front of him was a tea cup with the smell of peppermint, his favorite, Liz was standing in front of him her hip was not out and her arms crossed.
"Okay mister the least you could do is stop moping." Patty flew by them with a stuffed giraffe then ran back out. "Kid if this is going to happen might as well try and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Now go grab your beanie and some casual clothes because you need a drink."
"Liz you know i don't get intoxicated." Kid shifted while downing what was left of his tea.
"But it takes off the edge, right." she moved her shoulders and gave him a hopeful look.
"Fine but we have to be home by eleven, i have a viewing at father's school tomorrow." Liz cheered as patty ran down the stair knowing they would head out in a little bit. Liz watched him knowing her and her sisters crazy balanced out his uptight nature. But the poor boy was going to have to act like a man soon, not a lost teen.
