I change POV why way wayyyy to often. sorry for that.

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine.

Maka's Point Of View

"Good morning" Kid smiled at me. Tonight we had a most wonderful dream- we built a shack on the beach. It was made from wood tied together in strings of commitment, and decorated beautifully. I remembered sitting on the sand, threading seashells to hang in the doorway. Kid would sit next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Everything you make is so beautiful, like you are." I would smile and lean on him. "I love you."

"Goo mwnig" Patty mumbled while chewing her lucky charms. "No giraffe shaped pancake today?" I asked her. "We ran out of sugar." Liz replied. "Maka? Eggs?" she asked, reaching for the stove. "Umm, maybe I should cook." Kid hurried to suggest. Liz was terrible in the kitchen, but she always turned out to be the one who makes the food. Hell, she was still better than the other two. "Since when can you cook?" Liz asked, surprised. "I always knew how to, I just preferred to do it in a symmetrical order." I leaned on the wall; this is going to be interesting. "Kid, you can't even make popcorn. How can I trust you with breakfast?" Liz asked, rolling her eyes. "Come on Liz, give him a shot." She turned her eyes to me. "Well, whatever. But burn one more thing and I swear-" Kid sighed and turned to the gas.

Who knew he could cook so well?

Soul's Point Of View

Morning. Blair licked my neck. "Can you not?" I pushed her away, hiding my nose bleed. "Maka? Is breakfast ready yet?" I asked, still tiered. "Nya, Maka is with Kid-kun." Blair reminded me. The memories of yesterday hit me like a flying dishwasher to the head. "Not cool." I pulled my nose. "Today is gonna be a mess."

I got up, barely moving my feet, and changed into my everyday clothes. I didn't even bother to brush my hair, nor put on the headband. Maka is probably eating with Kid right now, maybe kissing him and who knows. She spent the night, didn't she? I felt too depressed to eat. I hate Kid, I hate him so much. Why did he have to fall for Maka?

Well, that part was obvious. Maka was Strong and confident, yet sometimes soft and shy. So motherly yet childish, she was funny and pretty and... Taken, by Kid. I cursed in silence.

Kid's Point Of View

We flew on Beelzebub, on our way to school. Maka held on to me, trying not to make the sisters more suspicious then they already were. I focused my sight, Soul was right below us, and he looked devastated.

"Death the Kid and Maka Albarn, please resort to the death room." the charting system was as loud as ever. Maka blushed. "It seems father has something to discuss with us." I said, ignoring the weird looks we got from the other students. It wasn't long before we stepped inside the office.

"Nicely done, Kiddo. It seems you made it." I smiled at my dad. Maka hid her face in her hair. "Now now, don't be shy, I'm not mad at you. After all, you only brought happiness to us reapers. But! That is not what I wanted to talk to you about." I looked at him with wonder. Stein entered the death room. "You two... have finished your task."

Maka's Point Of View

"What do you mean we finished? What about me?" I asked. "Well, as a girl with trust problems, I think dating someone is more than enough change." I opened my mouth. "Is this what you were after all along?" Kid looked at me with surprise. "Of course not!" I glared at him. "Well, let's look at it logically, if I was only after the grade, I wouldn't bother convincing you otherwise right now." I took in a deep breath. "Fair enough." I hated the way Kid made my anger look stupid, even though it was certainly stupid. On the other hand, it was rather effective, and if things were any different I would have felt much worse. Kid dealt with me perfectly.

"Oh, and, assuming you are looking for him, Spirit will be here by tomorrow." Lord Death called after us, waving with a big white glove.

Kid's Point Of View

"Hey Kid?" Maka sat on the yellow sand. Her hair was down, twirling in some breeze and her chest was held in a black cut top. Her shoulders were covered in the black cloak I gave her so she wouldn't get cold. The bottom part of her body was covered with nothing but a pair of shorts, but that was not where my eyes traveled whenever I looked at her, not to her chest either- I wasn't that kind of guy. What caught my eye was her finger, on which she wore the silver ring. Her entire appearance made a huge impression on me- we were inside her subconscious, and that is how she saw herself. Not too flashy, not too fancy, just her simple being, and yet so wild and beautiful. I was given the cloak, a black T-shirt and long black pants.

It was the third night we spent in her dreams, it was always night. We assumed it was her constant awareness to the fact she was dreaming, and outside it was night as well. What a down to earth mind, I thought. Maka was definitely spatial.

"Yes?" I asked, enchanted by the smooth voice of my stunning partner. "Tomorrow you will speak to my dad, right?" I nodded. As much as Spirit cared for Maka, I did too. I was scared, yes, but the thing that scared me wasn't Spirit himself- it was his disapproval. I must get him to like, respect and trust me as he was my future employee and maybe father in law.

"Why a beach?" I spoke randomly. "I think this sea resemble my tears." I looked at her, interested. "It is so near to the cliffs, but even at its highest tide it can't flood them- it can't spill out. It's a sea, but I can hold it. I've been through enough to learn not to cry." I looked at her. Maka was the kind of girl who never cried, and now I knew why. I could only feel grateful for her choice to share it with me. "Maka, do you know how cliffs are made?" There was almost nothing the brilliant girl did not know, so I was surprised when she gave back a 'no'.

"Cliffs are a part of the land. When water touch them, they melt, or turns into mud. The bottom part is swapped away with the water, and the top falls right after. This sea has obviously taken some bites of the cliff, even if it hadn't flooded it yet." She lowered her eyes sadly. I hurried to comfort her. "Don't be sad, that is how things work. Nature made us able to shed tears, just like she let the sea eat the cliffs. Besides, it doesn't change a thing." She looked up again. "They are the same cliffs as before." I held her hand as we shared a smile. "Right as always, aren't you?" she said, before pulling me into a long kiss. I'm never getting used to that.

Maka's Point Of View

He is the one.

Of course, it took me a long time to convince myself there could be "A one", but if there was, it would be Kid, no doubt at all. He could tell me incredibly sad things and go through devastatingly hard moments with me, then cure it all with few words and a kiss. He was a great kisser.

I kept telling him I loved him, and he answered the same. By now I knew it was the truth. But the big question remained; will it last?