Title:Complicated

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This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(

Word count: 1, 701

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Chapter 7, 8 and 9 is edited! (just informing).

Chapter 9 : Gift Never Been Expected

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My eyes went wide as it shone with utter astonishment however, promptly, I masked a stoic one. Why does he keep on surprising me? Seriously.

"How'd you know where I am?" I asked him, my eyes fixed hard to stare at his hand till the time came that I darted it to stare back at him. I shouldn't for the trap. His trap.

"Not gonna be tricked." He smirked, sticking his tongue out playfully. "Just go with me?"

I rolled my eyes, placed my hands crossed over my chest as I narrowed my eyes into a glare. "Too immature, freaking idiot."

I didn't know he had that side. Naughtiness. Jerk.

I heard him mumble something under his breath that is which, I hereby comprehended the words "Like I care," before pulling my hand to rejoin with his without making any longer delays.

For a tall person like him, catching his speed was never easy for me.

"You walk so slow." He said, mocking truth; mischievous grin still on his lips.

I rolled my eyes, tripping myself for the third time. God.

"Coz' seriously, I'm no energizer bunny with long legs, you freak." I snapped back. Is he provoking me or what?

I heard him snicker as we paused on tracks. He tilted his head to the side and grinned at my direction. "Like a kid."

Annoyed, I swiftly withdrew my hand and huffed. "That's your name, stupid." I said through gritted teeth as my eyes flashed with irritation.

Kid.

Before I could even make out words that would surely break his heart, six words coming from the person I am talking to or rather arguing to rung in my head.

"But right now, you're my possession."

I glared more daggers at his direction as I put my hands on my hips. "Quit joking if you are." I stated, breathing sharply. "I'm not impressed." In just a short while, I heard him laugh too short before he said "Nice."

There's no way he'd be liking me. After all the hardships I had done to him, oh please, give me a break!

No.

"Sure is, I know that you'll definitely hate me forever if I force you to go out with me when you don't like to," I heard him drew out a sigh, airily dismissing all of my objections. "I just want you to have this—" He fished something out of his pocket before smiling, "—as a small gift."

Eyeglassess.

"I know that it may not be varied as perfect and may not look like the real ones that you have, but I wish that you'll accept this." He said, quite accepting as he offered it in front. I blinked my eyes twice before looking at him with a questionable look on my face.

He raised both of his eyebrows before giving me a reassured look. "Soul told me that you look cute and dazzling with glasses in pink lining."

Never did anyone knew that pink's my favorite color. It was a secret between me and myself. All they ever knew is tease me, not even one of them dared to appreciate who and what I really am.

"It's really hard when dealing with those guys." Kid said, grunting as he placed an arm on his forehead and closed his eyes for once to relax.

Was it the reason why he had gone with Soul and Black*Star yesterday?

I felt my breathing gone heavy as I stare at him. Was it the real reason why he left me?

Right now, I wanted to release my grief through crying but I didn't. I don't want him to see me at my weakest state, yet instead, I want to show him that I am strong—different from those typical girls whom he knew.

"I hate pink."

Not that I'm being rude or anything. Ah. Scratch that. I am always cruel.

"You shouldn't have just waste your time for this. I can live without those fake glasses, Kid." I lied.

"But I felt the need of replacing what I instantly lost is required." He insisted, breaking the contact we had establish as his eyes were set to the ground, looking melancholic. I heaved out a sigh and face palmed before I heard him resume what he started. "You told me those are precious to you," I practically saw his hand clenched into balls before he had the spirit to face me again. I blinked my eyes once, eyebrows gradually increasing up is height on my forehead. "Also, I have noticed your actions the last time you searched for it. Have you forgotten that you almost killed me when you approached me when I told you I have it?"

Right.

"And I was too dumb that time that I have lost them." He said, eyebrows crumpled down; a hint of depression laced in his voice. He took one last glance on my direction, heaved out a frustrated sigh before averting his eyes somewhere else. "I really felt sorry for that."

Sure is, I know he's telling the truth. He was sincere—while I'm not. Always.

I hate myself for being such an insensitive, selfish little brat. First thing, why am I dragging him into my own problem? Truth be told, it was my fault.

Feeling the guilt cover my pride-coated skin, I felt ashamed. He cared for me ever since our first meeting but I keep on putting him down. I keep ignoring him. Screaming at his face. I was an idiot for doing that, I know. Sigh. Oh God, is this the right time I should change the way I treat him? I know I hate guys, I hate him too, but is his perseverance and hardships enough for me to start being kind and true to him? Well actually, right now, I don't know.

I frowned, looking straight into his eyes that still have those glints as they gawk at his side. I inhaled a lot of oxygen in the air, opened my mouth and said his name in a whispering tone that is enough for him to hear.

I took a step fourth, now closer to him. I stood on my toes, puckered up my lips to give him a light peck on his left cheek.

Once I pulled back and stood on my heels, I initially distinguish the quick change of his facial expression. He turned his head in front, his sparkling, big, golden eyes looking so hot on mine. In a short period of time, I saw his mouth chiseled—an evident the he was paying attention and that he was surprised, though he looked way more than being baffled.

Before he could say anything else, I gave him a sugar-coated smile while saying the words, "In some way, I do appreciate your efforts."

He blinked his eyes twice, gulped as he stayed quiet like a mouse. He was kinda cute. Well, he's always acting cute or perhaps, he really was.

I was about to take my leave when I remembered something.

The reason why he brought me here.

Swiftly, I claimed his present out from his loosened grip, turned on my heels and paused. My smile broadened into a cheshire grin as I turned my head over my shoulder and waved the new glasses in the air. "I'm claiming this—" I restrained myself from smiling as I close my eyes and diverted to look on my path. "—you might just lose this. Also, Soul was right. I love pink."

And with that, I securely placed it on my pocket and ran the hell out of that place.

It might not be considered as a date, but with him, I had fun for it was my first time to go out with a guy so...

"...a date, huh?" I mentally uttered. My hands found comfort as they were rejoined with each other on my the heavy dim shadow of light on the atmosphere; I gazed up and saw dark, grey clouds hovering above the starless night sky. Never did I notice that it took me an hour to walk home.

A loud rumble of thunder came to disturb the long erring silence present on Earth. Shivering from under a damp coldness from the misty wind, I halted on my tracks. Eyes closed, I bit my frozen lips and rubbed my palms against each other to produce more body heat. I brought my hands up my face and had blown air out of them. Warm. Just like Kid's.

Anytime soon, sure is, it would rain but how did I end up getting this odd feeling that something bad is gonna happen to... me.

/Freeze/

Two things to remember:

My dear readers, being in love with Death the Kid isn't a crime so go on.

Dreaming to be Maka isn't bad.

All the things I have mentioned are ways you appreciated them and that they serve as your inspirations at any cause.

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November 10, 2012