this part is really sweet in my opinion. Kid is starting to understand his mission and destiny with Maka^^

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine (I wish!)

Soul's point of view

I leaned back on the wall, thinking over it all once more. Kid stared at me, wearing a serious expression as usual. "You wanted to talk to me?" His voice sounded a little tense, hinting that he already had a general idea of what I wanted to talk about.

"Yea, I did. It's about you and Maka." He nodded. I took in a deep breath. "Ever since you were picked together on this thing at Stein's, you got really close, right? And can you stop looking at me like that? I'm not gonna attack you or anything." I could see his muscles loosen. "Can we talk somewhere else?" I nodded, leading off to one of the nicer alleys.

"Maka is helping me, you know. She's a really nice girl, and I have no intention of hurting her." I Grinned at him. "Nice to know, but that's not what I wanted to ask. At her birthday, you gave her a ring. She never takes it off, you know? For some reason It's important to her." Even when trying to hide my jealousy, some of it still passed through. I couldn't help it, really.

"I'm sorry? Look, I don't really know where you're going with this, I just want us to clear everything up and become friends again." I sighed. Kid is a really cool guy, I was just being ridiculously possessive and I knew it. I never intended to put that distance between us, hell, no wonder Maka likes to spend time with him rather than with me. "Don't apologize, I'm sorry too. That and... I'd like us to clear up as well. The thing is, now that you've trained Maka to fight on her own... It feels like she doesn't need me anymore." He looked relieved and uncomfortable at the same time. "I'm happy for her and all, but I wish she'd spend more time with me instead of you. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I'll wake up to find out we don't even match," He paused.

"Soul, Maka always wanted to become strong, not so she could leave you, but so that she would be able to protect you. Concerning the second part… you can always come too If you'd like. Maka will be teaching me writing later today, join us." I grinned, surprised. "Cool, then, thanks man. See ya later." Maka trained harder, for me?

Kid's point of view

"Why are you so happy? I bet its because Maka is coming." Patty teased. The three of us sat at the living room and watched some silly cartoons. Well, Patty watched, Liz texted someone on her phone, and I laid there and stared at the ceiling, smiling like a mad man. "Actually, today Soul is joining us. It's been a while since we've had both over." Liz jumped up, choking on air. "What?!" I watched as she run up to her room.

I could understand her need to get ready before receiving male guests, but really, its just Soul. Liz was overreacting to say the least. And maybe, a little voice added, it was the fact it was Soul that made Liz so over dramatic.

"Okay. Here are ten sentences I want you to copy." Maka handed me the black notebook she bought for practice. "If you're finished within two minutes, I'll give you a spacial reward." [She winked toward Soul, both of them knowing very well it was one of soul's hair sprays.] "On it!" I took the notebook and started copying. "So, Maka, I know you're working on Kid's part, but what about you? Have you discovered your weakness yet? I don't think you have one." Maka blushed lightly, shaking her head. "Maybe I'm stressing so much. My birthday party is in two days..." she continued. I tried to concentrate in the writing. No, Maka's problem wasn't stress. She always handled pressure so well, getting the best score in every test, completely nailing missions and not breaking down once. It was because of her gregory soul. What even is her weak point? she seem to be absolutely perfect. I raised my eyes up to her. Pretty, too. What am I thinking? I shook my head slightly, returning to the sentences. "Speaking of which, do you have a partner? Thought we could go together like last time." Soul offered just as I finished the last bit. It wasn't perfect, but I knew Maka will be disappointed more if I were late than if I did it badly. The trick was making a sketch of the words in place first, and then re-writing them, so even if you aren't finished the teacher can read your answer. "As friends, of course." Her words drove me back to reality. "Yea, friends, sure." Soul replied.

It was at that moment that I had an enlightenment. Maka was the perfect girl. She always reached the top at everything she took part of, she had looks (pretty eyes, long legs...) and brains (A+ in every subject, as well as an interesting view of the world.) She enjoyed the same things as I did, had similar hobbies to mine and some blessed tolerance that others missed. She was also, the most promising scythe with a rare two blades and a meister ability that will make her a death scythe in no time. I was so proud of her! Her dad is nothing in comparison, I'll just have to make sure she becomes mine. She has a beautiful gregory soul, making her a deadly opponent with any weapon or meister, especially with soul after so many years together, but potentially... we could have that too.

Maka was so sweet; I liked hearing her small steps echo in the mansion, watching her eyelashes bat gently when she read out of a book. I liked how she would change her nails to blades and cut things out of habit, then get upset when she noticed the damage. How she laughed, how she ate with her mouth closed, how she took deep breaths and still couldn't help but chop everyone when she got mad. her hair, her smell, her blush, everything.

I'm an idiot.

Maka was so perfect, I've always known she would have no problem getting in a relationship, but she didn't. She never did. Ever since she was a baby Maka had a problem with romance, which wasn't surprising seeing as her mom and dad were never faithful to each other. She read about it, yeah, but that was a thing that could only ever exist in tales for her. She liked a lot of things: she liked Crona, she liked DWMA, she liked getting A pluses, but she never took it farther.

Maka was never in love, and I was bound to teach her. Give her faith in these gestures, share with her what I... feel too.

That bastard, Stein.