What a chapter! I actually like it. I finally sattled on the plotline, so things will start to make sense. See you then!
Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine, but Death the kid IS mine. Yes, you heard me. I dont care what they say, he is MINE!
"Ready?" Kid stood at the doorframe of Maka's room. No matter how much time passed, they couldn't bring themselves to sleep together. Sure, they kissed, and they had plenty of opportunities to sleep in each other's company- Like the time they got caught by the librarian, cuddled together with a bunch of books scattered on the floor. But sharing a room? That went way too far. Yes, Maka now lived in the mansion, but it wasn't the same goddamn thing! She still had her own room, her own bed, her own closet- privacy, and Kid couldn't possibly imagine taking those away. It didn't help that both knew they can't make too much physical contact or Maka could potentially die.
"Ready." Maka stepped out, wearing a big black jacket with a white skull on the back. She knew Kid loved to see her dressed in skulls- it was his neutral dressing style, so it meant they matched each other. One look at them was enough to see they're a couple, and a very sticky, nerdy and loving one at that. On her head she wore a big, fluffy, gray hat that made her dirty blond hair seem brighter.
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"Ice skating!" She called happily while climbing off Beelzebub. "I've never gone ice skating before!" Kid smiled at her. His black hair got longer since they got together, almost reaching his shoulders. Liz kept telling him to get a haircut; normally he would cut it to a perfect eight centimeters every eight days, and it wasn't like him to let it grow wild... but that was just how much Maka's presence affected him. She liked it long; it made him look less formal in her eyes. Though... sometimes he did wish he listened to Liz. For example, when he rode Beelzebub in full speed, or when he found hair in his food.
"Didn't you, really? I guess I'll be your teacher then." He grinned at her. Maka loved the color of his eyes when he smiled, the extra sparkle made the yellow seem golden. "I'm a little scared. What if I'll fall and someone will skate on my hand? Those blades will cut me clean." Kid looked to the celling in search of a response. "Isn't it weird for a double edged scythe to fear two small skating blades?" Maka frowned and raised a hand to mess his raven hair. 'Why the hell is he so tall?' she thought as he squalled and laughed, pulling her into a long kiss. She melted when they parted, seeing him blow his now messy hair out of his glowing eyes. "I ain't scared of no blades!" She called in fake annoyance.
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"Kid! I'm scared!" Maka closed her eyes. Somehow she made it to the middle of the skating arena, and seeing as she had no idea what she was doing, she was stuck. Her knees shivered and she felt herself almost dropping on her bum. "Death, Maka, I told you to keep hold of my hand!" Maka's breathe calmed when she caught a glimpse of his confident smile. "Just come and help me, baka!" He laughed silently and skated at her with his hands held behind his back. "Tch. Show off!" Maka giggled as he took her hand and pulled her to him. "I'm not the one who thought I can skate in the middle before I made one circle around the ring!" She rolled her eyes and stretched to peck his lower lip. Being the son of the gigantic monster known as lord death, Kid got taller and taller all the time. Maka was never really known to be tall either, so every time she wanted to kiss him she had to stand on her tows. Unfortunately, they were ice skating, so the little gesture made her slip and land face first into his chest. She blushed furiously, making him burst out laughing. "Shut up." She frowned.
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"Thirsty?" Kid asked, standing at the edge of the arena. Except the couple not many souls occupied the place, so they had privacy. "No thank you, I almost got it! By the time you'll be back I'll be able to show you that thing I meant with the blades." He hummed and walked to a near soda machine. Soon he returned, carrying a can of cola on one hand and mango-pineapple juice can on the other. "I bought you one anyway, I know you like mango-" He laughed as she snatched the juice can in excitement. "I thought you weren't thirsty." The cola fuzzed when he opened it, and a couple of drops spilled on his hand. He squinted his eyes in annoyance and licked the liquid off his now sticky fingers. "You know me best, I guess." She pulled her shoulders and sipped the sweet liquid. "Cola again? its unhealthy." She put her free hand on her waist when noticing what he bought for himself. "I'm a reaper; I don't mind those 'healthy/unhealthy' shenanigans." She bit her lip in jealousy. "I wish I could eat whatever. You latterly killed me with all this chocolate last time! I'll get fat." He rolled his eyes. "I don't mind you getting fat; it only means I spoiled you right." She grinned. "Well I guess I can at least enjoy the taste of cola while you're here." He raised an eyebrow, quickly answered with a kiss. "If that's how you're gonna drink my cola I will gladly buy a couple more cans." She tilted her head, looking as cute as ever. "Not now. I wanna show you that trick, remember?"
After they both got tired of skating and Maka's feet were fairly cold, the two flew to the near Max-Brenner and bought some hot drinks and sweets. "Oh my god Kid. I told you I can't eat all of those!" Maka protested. "Come on Maka, how often do you get to eat here?" soon she found herself shoving sown so much chocolate her stomach twisted. "Damn you and your convincing skills!" She sighed. "Yea, my convincing skills. It's not like you jumped on the first excuse to eat it." Maka growled, defending herself. "Hey, you're the one whose subconscious is full of the scent of chocolate and vanilla." He smiled at her. "Don't tell me you don't love it, I know you do." She sighed and nodded. "I knew it." His smile widened. "Well, I love scent of the sea, so we're tie." He informed. "Oh yea? and I love the way you smell." She grinned sheepishly at him. "Me too!" He smiled. "Really? It must be that new shampoo- oh, very funny." She rolled her eyes as he pretended to smell himself. "What a funny boyfriend I caught there." He frowned. "Hmph. I DO like the way you smell, too. All girly and sweet." She blushed. "Thank you." They continued to sit there, finishing their hot drinks and paying the bill.
"I like those little dates on weekends. Even if at the end I still have to go to work." Kid spoke as they stood in front of the mansion. "We always seem to have more things to go do together and not enough time for all of them. I can't wait for that vacation in France we planned." Maka nodded. "Well, we still have some time right now before you'll go out to that mission your dad assigned you." He leaned his forehead against hers. "We shouldn't." He reminded her. "We won't go too far." She begged. Kid had the tolerance needed in order to prevent them doing more than kisses, but Maka was still human- sometimes she just wished she could touch him fully. "Fine. But no teasing." He warned before kissing her, both making their way to the bedroom.
Maka dropped on the bed, taking her shirt off. They already agreed that is permitted, since It was not too far over the kissing area. Kid kissed her chest softly, terrified by the consequences of going overboard. Maka smiled widely, reassuring him she was okay. He grinned in relief, moving up to kissing her neck passionately and stopping to the sense of her arm on his leg. "I said no teasing." He growled. She tilted her head in innocence and kept going. "Okay no. Just a bit more and even I can't stop myself." He determined. Maka released a small complain but did as he ordered. "You're so annoying!" She frowned. "Believe me, I'm just as tempted to take and kill you on that bed right now, but I much rather have the love of my life alive with me." She grinned and pushed her nose to his. "How silly, if we both agreed we'll forever stay in love, why not make me a reaper right now?" He stroke his hand through his hair. "You're not thinking clearly, Maka." He pointed. "Do you really want to live so long you'll see your friends die?" Maka tagged him closer, kissing the side of his mouth. "I can't let you go through that alone, can I?" He blinked slowly. "I'm sorry; I gave you the wrong message." Maka looked at him, confused. "I should have broken up with you." The words hit Maka like a knife to the heart. "Of course not! Listen I'm sorry, I won't pressure you again." He tilted his head, letting the long black hair in his eyes. "I'm hurting you. Whether I touch you or not, you're always hurt. Maybe it's just not meant to be..." Maka could not believe what she heard. "Oh no mister you're not breaking up with me for that stupid excuse!" She stood up. "I think we should...-" Maka growled, pulling out a book and slamming it on Kid's head. "Maka... CHOP!" she called. Kid rubbed his head in pain. "Baka! baka baka baka! What do you think you're doing, giving up on us? That is so selfish of you!" He turned his eyes to the floor. "But still... Maka," He whispered, getting interrupted by Maka kissing him. "Don't even bring it up ever again." She insisted. "You're right..." He sighed. "I'm sorry I acted so dumb. I'm an idiot." in reaction she pulled him to a hug. "It's okay. As long as we're together, you are my idiot."