"PRINCEEEEEEY!"

"Your majesty wake up!"

The two voices yelled from behind the fancy wooden door. The person within the room stirred, but didn't rise. Seemingly determined to NOT wake up.

"Come on your majesty! Your father is waiting for you! And you have lessons today! So there's no time to sleep in!"

The one being called groaned, shifting his position in bed. Honey eyes opened groggily, wincing at the light pouring in from the the window. He yawned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up lazily.

He looked around, his ebony hair falling in his face. He sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating on whether to get up or not. But when more calls and raps on the door filled his ears, he figured he might as well.

Swinging his legs over the bed, he sat there in silence, trying to wake his brain up. He yawned again, stretching his arms and rubbing his stomach. He ran a hand through the left side of his hair, messing up the three white stripes in his hair.

"Mmmm...Liz, Patty. I'm up...I'm up…" he sighed, standing up slowly. He walked over to his wardrobe and opening the doors slowly, pulling a black, silky robe from within it. Draping it over his shoulders to conceal his practically nude body, for the exception of the black boxers he was wearing.

"Can we come in?"

The prince yawned for the third time that morning and grumbled.

"Mm-hm…"

The door to his bedroom was opened, two young girls around his age entering. Liz and Patty, his maids and personal best friends.

"Morning Princey! Did you sleep well?" Patty asked, the youngest of the sisters. The prince nodded, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, I did. For the most part at least," he replied, allowing Patty to lead him over to the vanity and sat him down. The other sister, Liz, was fishing through his wardrobe. She turned and took a glance at him, a look of curiosity on his face.

"For the most part? Did something happen?" she asked, pulling out a few shirts and tunics, before turning her nose up and throwing them back in.

"Just had a weird dream. Dreamt about the time my old teacher told me the story of the Surface. It was interesting to say the least," he straightened his back when Patty pulled the brush from the drawer. When she ran it through his bedhead, he couldn't help but purr slightly at the feeling.

Liz made a face at him, pairing garbs as she asked him another question.

"The Surface? That place in the children's story? Why do you think you dreamt about that?" She took a shirt and pants up to him and pressed them to his chest, observing him in the mirror.

He shrugged.

"No idea honestly. I hope it doesn't complicate anything or mess me up in the head, to be thinking about children's stories at my age…" he fretted. Patty giggled, patting his shoulder.

"Mess with your head? Your Prince Death the Kid! If it did mess with you I would be surprised!" she chirped.

The prince, or Kid, smiled softly. When Patty was done with the brush, she picked up a tub of cream and a small wipe. Dabbing the wipe in the cream, she began washing his face, Kid shivering at how cold it was.

"Come on your majesty, things that minor wouldn't mess with you too much. I have dreams about old memories too. Like about the time Patty and I first started working at the castle and dumped that entire pot of Loftwing feed in the foyer. We were almost thrown out, but you pitched a category nine temper tantrum to your father to keep us. Thanks for that by the way, again," she laughed, looking at a shirt before nodding.

Kid laughed, remembering the moment. Once the wash had done its work, Patty dried his face and applied lotion. And Kid wondered why he had such a baby like face.

"Well, all funny dreams aside, remember you have that lesson on math and something else...I think…" Patty trailed off, racking her brain. Kid sighed, shaking his head.

"Patty, it's not your job to remember that stuff. Tsunami keeps track of my schedule for a reason, so calm yourself cause you look like your head is about to explode," he laughed when Patty released the breath of air she was subconsciously holding, letting the blood run from her head.

He stood up, walking over to Liz as she handed him an outfit.

"Here. Casual yet formal," she stood proudly as Kid walked behind the changing screen, throwing his robe over the top.

"So Princey, are you excited for your wedding? It is in three days right?" Patty asked Liz, smiling when the elder nodded.

"Yeah it is. Your fiance is pretty excited, what about you?" Liz asked, hearing Kid sighed from behind the screen.

"I'm more worried than I am excited to be honest with you. Worried about the celebration and the food and decorations and all that hullabaloo. I mean, Tsugumi is wonderful and everything but…" he walked out from behind the screen, showing the sisters the outfit Liz had chosen for that day. He was wearing a button black shirt with multiple patterns decorated in white. His pants were a simple beige, yet were made from a rather delicate material to make them look a bit proper. Liz smiled at her work, watching as Patty pulled the royal crest from the vanity drawer and placed it on the shirt as a broach.

"I'm not as ecstatic for the whole thing…" he confessed, slipping on the silver rings to each middle finger. Patty pouted, pulling his shoes from within the wardrobe.

"Aw, that's a bummer. Don't worry, I'm sure once you and Lady Tsugumi are happily married, everything will work out!" she smiled. Liz nodded.

"Yeah, the preparations are probably just working on your nerves. Once the thing is over, you'll be happier than a pig in mud!" she opened the door, allowing Kid to exit. Outside the door was his secretary, and personal best friend Tsubaki, waiting patiently for him. When he walked out, she gave him a deep bow.

"Good morning your majesty. I hope you slept well?" she asked, her long, black hair falling when she bowed. Kid nodded, smiling back at her.

"Indeed I did, thank you. Liz, Patty, you two are excused. In fact, take the day off and go to the bazaar or something," he waved them away, sniggering when their jaws dropped.

"A-A day off!? But your majesty!" Liz tried to argue, but Kid held up a hand for her to silence herself.

"I'm not taking no for an answer. Now go and have fun before I have the guards throw you out," he replied sternly. Both girls cheered and high-fived, Patty running up and hugging him.

"Thank you Princey! We'll get you something while we're there! Have a nice day! Bye Tsubaki!" Then the two rushed out, eager to go shopping. Tsubaki laughed, smiling at Kid.

"Despite them being your maids, you're extremely kind to them," she complimented. He smiled.

"Aren't I to any that work for me? I don't like to be seen as a hard-hearted royal. Annoys me how most nobles think that's how I should act…" he sighed. Tsubaki nodded, looking down at her notebook.

"The first thing you have for today is to meet your father. He's out on the main balcony waiting for you," she put the book to her side and walked forward, Kid following close behind. As they walked through the halls, workers and other nobles stopped to bow as he walked past them. Kid rolled his shoulder uncomfortably, never really enjoying the attention of being prince.

When they climbed the stairs to the balcony, the figure standing at the top waved excitedly.

Once they neared the door, the guard standing there bowed to the Prince, but gave a firm look to Tsubaki.

"The Lord said he wanted this meeting to be private ma'am. You'll have to wait outside."

Tsubaki looked down at her notes in confusion.

"I didn't know it was private… should I write that down or..." she trailed off. Kid smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"No need to worry Tsubaki, thank you for walking me here. I'll see you later ok?" he smiled, grinning when the black haired girl smiled back, bowing and walking away. Kid walked up to the door, opening it slightly to let himself out onto the balcony

The sun poured into his eyes, blinding him for a few moments. The wind tussled his hair and the sounds of people and Loftwings filled his ears. When he adjusted to all the noise, he looked up to see his father standing at the edge of the balcony.

His father, Lord Death, was a rather tall man, nearly seven foot. His hair was mid-back length and black, three white stripes wrapped around his head completely. Then the balcony door closed, he turned around, peering down at his son with his crimson eyes. He smiled

"Howdy, howdy! Mornin' Kiddo! How'd ya sleep?" he asked, grinning widely. Kid sighed, shaking his head at how informal his father actually was, despite being a ruler. He walked up to him, accepting the hug he presented.

"I slept well. Had an interesting dream last night, but other than that everything was fine," he replied, gazing out at Death City. Death looked down at his son in confusion.

"Interesting dream you say? Do tell."

Kid sighed, propping his head on his hand.

"I had a dream about the time my old teacher told me the story of the Surface, when I was around seven years old…" he explained. Death nodded, turning to the city.

"The Surface huh? That old fib? You're not saying you believe it do you?" he teased, laughed when Kid flushed and snapped at him.

"O-Of course not! It's a children's tale! Why would I!?" he fussed, glaring when Death laughed even louder.

"I'm just messin' with ya Kid, calm down. Goodness you're so fussy, just like your mom. And I wonder where you got it sometimes," he laughed. Kid crossed his arms, turning his lip up.

"At least I got some decency from one of my parents, unlike somebody," he smirked, watching as Death gasped in mock offense.

"Kiddo! To think my son doesn't believe in me. Makes an old man like myself cry at night you know?" he teased, ruffling Kid's hair. Kid cried and swatted him away, fixing his hair.

"Dad! I'm almost sixteen! Can you please treat me like one!" he fussed, pouted when his father only laughed.

"I know, I know, but you're still young and I only have a few more days until your married, so let me dote on my baby just a bit longer," he hugged Kid again, snuggling him. Kid blushed, returning the hug.

"...Hey Dad...did you ever believe that tale when you were younger?" Kid asked, looking up at his father. Death looked down, thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah, your mother and I used to dream and talk about the Surface all the time. We used to try and sneak out of the castle to take Loftwings and fly down there. Let's just say, your mother and I were pretty extreme about that whole story and often got in trouble," he sighed, remembering the lectures him and his late wife received after they returned.

Kid stared up at him in disbelief.

"Really? So, do you still think there's a Surface?" he asked. Death shook his head.

"If there was one, I think we would've figured it out a long time ago Kiddo," he looked past the edge of the island and at the clouds. Kid copied the action, staring out and sighing. The thoughts of his younger self began to return. That silent plea to travel beyond the clouds.

"If there was a surface, full of monsters, crazy humans, and freedom...would you go down there?" he asked. Death sat in thought for a moment. He sighed.

"When I was younger, your mother and I dreamed of going down there to avoid becoming the next Lord and Lady, to live a life of our own free will. If there was one, would I try and go down there? Now, no. I have things to do, a city to take care of, and a beautiful son to watch grow. I know it sounds like a stellar place to be, but some dreams we have, are simply impossible to make true. Now, I still need to talk to you about your coronation preparations for when you turn sixteen," he carried on, beginning to talk about the point he called Kid for in the first place.

Kid listened, but found his mind drifting. Like the moment in the classroom all those years ago, he found himself taking glimpse at the clouds, wondering if there really was something below.

But, he shook the thought from his head. He needed to focus, he was getting married in three days.

But, as he listened to his father, he couldn't help but notice a rather odd sound, that seemed to be emitting from beyond the island.

A faint chopping.

Ok, so this chapter starts the slight re-write, on the new chapter I will say that I urge you, PLEASE re-read from this chapter on. THANKS!

The only real difference here is a role change. As you see Maka is no longer up in the Surface. She's now done where Crona once was. I know I said that Crona would be up here instead, but something else sounded better. We'll re-meet Crona later on, trust me~

Next Time:

Kid has another one of his dreams, this time, he's standing in an unknown land. What could this mean? And why is it happening now of all times for him?