In which Maka finds out that Kid has a tattoo. Maka x Kid can be taken as platonic.

I do not own Soul Eater

She really should have just said no when Death the Kid asked her to help him in his garden. It was a sunny, nice day, which she had no complaints about, but Kid insisted that each plant be perfectly exact with the one across from it. Considering that each plant was different in some way...

"Kid, how about we take a break? I told Soul I'd call and tell him how things are going." Maka suggested, keeping her tone as soft as she could, looking towards the young reaper. Ok, maybe she did have a complaint about the heat. When Kid had answered the door, he'd completely forgone his regular clothing. His black shorts kept drawing her eyes to his legs (which were noticeably free of all hair and were scarily pale).

"Mm, you're right. Let me plant this last one so that the garden is balanced and then we can go inside. There's fruit in the basket on the table, and I believe Father cut up a watermelon and put it in the fridge." Kid didn't seem to notice her wandering eyes, and if he did he said nothing about it to the scythe meister. Maka nodded, stood and brushed dirt off of her knees before heading towards the open back door. She took off her sandals and set them beside the door, not wanting to track anything onto the dark stained wood floors of the Gallows manor.

Glancing back at Kid, she frowned at him. It looked like there was something on his ankle, but she couldn't quite make it out. She shrugged; she'd ask him when he came in. The kitchen wasn't hard to find, seeing as how all one needed to do was follow the scent of baking, though the room was devoid of anyone cooking. Just a bit unnerved, Maka examined the kitchen, surprised to find everything seemed so...disorganized. She took an apple from the basket and sat down, waiting for Kid.

The young reaper pulled off his sandals and placed them neatly by the door, on the opposite side of Maka's sandals, and then walked silently through the quiet house, heading towards the kitchen.

"There's a phone in the hallway, if you need to call Soul." Kid walked past her, towards the fridge. Hearing the other meister's footsteps, he sighed, believing that she had gone to call her weapon partner. He still didn't know why they worked so well together - they were just so different, and the white haired weapon was always so rude to everyone, while Maka was always so caring and warm...

A tap on his shoulder broke him from his thoughts, and he turned to find Maka right behind him. Before he could speak and ask her what she wanted, the girl was pointing towards his feet.

"Is that a tattoo?" He blushed, nodding. Liz had insisted he get one a few months after hed made her and Patty his weapons, and he had stupidly agreed.

"D-don't tell anyone, ok? Especially don't tell my Father! He has no idea I have it." Maka knelt down to better see it. It was just a little skull with curling ram horns and three prominent teeth, done in all black and white. She stood back up and smiled warmly at the young reaper, ignoring how his blush deepened.

"I like it. Doesn't Liz have one like that too?"

"Sh-she insisted I get one to match her and Patty."

"...maybe I should get one. To match. And it would piss off papa too!"

He could only smile as she went off on a tangent about her dad, and leaned against the cool steel of the fridge, suddenly deciding that he rather liked gardening with the scythe meister.