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Tied by Responsibility, Part one.

'Yellow' Maka thought. 'Gold?' She hesitated to sneak another look at the eyes of the shinigami as he made his famous poker face and took her luggage, carrying it effortlessly.

"I can carry my own luggage!" Maka objected. "The effort is causing you to make weird faces, they're asymmetrical." He sighed. Maka blushed. "Well, excuse me for not being as strong as you are-" She defended. "That's my point. Listen, I'm helping you, just take it." He turned back to the direction they were walking. "St. Ann Street, number... 666? is that right?" Maka finally raised her eyes of the map Lord Death gave the two. "Mhm." He replied. "Sounds right. Never been here though." She sighed. Indeed, that was a first to both of them. A sudden reveal of a huge scam; the head of some company was eating the workers, or more precisely, their souls. And seeing as his whereabouts were censored, they had to get to the headlines.

"I don't get it. Why us?" Maka asked for the one hundredth time. In truth she knew, they were the smarter ones, so what they could do in one week would have taken the others a month. 'Or a year, decade, generation...' Maka rolled her eyes to the sky, wondering on just how long would it have taken for Black*Star to get promoted to the headlines. She doubt it he could do so if he was the only human working. Kid hummed.

But what she could not understand was their cover. A husband and wife? seriously? Why not brothers, roommates... no, it had to be that one. Lord Death wanted them to stay together and watch each other's back, since none of them could defend himself alone from so many workers. If they were found out... well, let's just hope they weren't. Even with both of them glued together, Death figured, they don't want to raise suspicion. The brothers act... well, not convincing at all. They had no similarity, not to mention brothers don't even live together at most cases. Just roommates? Then why have they moved in at the same time? Maka sighed deeply.

"Here it is, 666 St. Ann Street." The view they encountered was nice, not as dazzling as the mansion of course, but better then what they expected. They entered the elevator, Maka clicked on the big 8 button.

"You know, Maka, we ARE supposed to be married." Kid said suddenly. Maka raised an eyebrow. "You aren't flirting with me, are you?" She asked coldly. Kid blushed furiously. "N-No! I meant, do you think there will be two beds?" Jeez, nice to know she thinks so greatly of him, not to mention likes him. "Oh, sorry. I think I've been around perverts for too long." She apologized. The doors opened. "Number 8-d..." She mumbled, searching for the right door. "Here!" She called, pulling out the key Lord Death gave her beforehand. The door opened slowly.

You can blubber all day long about death, but one thing is for sure, he knows his job. The apartment had everything a young couple would have in their apartment: detailed to the last smelly candle you got among the years from someone you don't remember in a place you forgot long ago and never really felt like lighting anyway, it was just THERE, and for some reason you never threw it away. The point is, Death was good at being Death, I know, shocker, right? Maka thought so. "Let's unpack. I hope you followed the orders?" Kid asked. "Bring only clothes and personal belongings, yes." She replied.

The apartment was only a little bigger than her and Soul's, it made her a little homesick, more accurately, Soulsick- she missed him. The apartment contained a small kitchen near a medium living room with a big, soft pillow Maka immediately fell in love with, a TV and two laptops. Then there were two separate rooms for the toilet and shower, a hall and one bedroom with a carpet from wall to wall and the most comfortable bed Maka ever laid on, yet, she figured, only one bed.

"Oh." She called in realization. "Don't worry I'll sleep on the couch." Kid suggested. "No, it's okay. No biggie, right?" She passed her fingers through one of her pigtails and turned to him. "Are you sure?" He asked. Maka nodded. Surly she can handle sharing a bed with one of her best friends, what friend is she to him if she makes him uncomfortable just because she's a girl and he's a boy? She raised her eyes to him, suddenly feeling excitement flow through her. He looked so worried and stressed of the new experience, the new bond they were starting to create, but she was not: she felt it was right, and all she wanted at that moment was for him to feel the same.

"You know, I don't bite." She said suddenly. The tension between them was obvious, and made a lot of sense considering they were only teens, not even lovers, and now they needed to act married. "I'm sorry." He replied and laid her luggage on the bed. "What did you put in there anyway? Rocks?" He asked curiously. "Nice guess." She answered and opened the bag, revealing tons of books. "You must be joking!" He smiled, picking up one of her favorites. "What?" She asked, taking the books out and digging for her pictures, small reminders of Soul, her papa and mama, Tsubaki, black*Star, Liz, Patty and Crona, even doctor Stein and Marie. At last she found them, fourteen at number- the most of them were with Soul. "I brought that book too." Kid cut her line of thought. "Really? It's a great book. I guess we should have talked earlier to fix who brings which books. Too bad, I could've brought something else instead." He turned to the door. "I'll fix something to eat." Maka nodded, seeing as she was pretty hungry.

She was just finishing organizing the shelf so it looks symmetrical when Kid called her from the kitchen.

"What IS that smell?" Maka asked, hypnotized by Kid's cooking. "Lunch." Kid answered seriously in a sense that made Maka chuckle. "World widely it is called shakshouka, if that tells you anything at all." He smiled and pulled the eggs off the gas. "Is that tomato sauce?" She asked in awe. "And pepper, and onion, and eggs, it's good." He promised while spilling some into her plate. She stared at it for a minute before starting to try and pierce a piece of tomato, which caused Kid to laugh. "Here, eat it like that." He said, placing some of the hot Middle Eastern style fried egg on a piece of bread. She took it slowly, studying it. "Death, just eat!" Kid almost choked on his bread. He grabbed her hand, gently guiding it to her mouth. First meal in a new home, he will never forget that- nor will he ever forget her expression.

"The work starts on Monday, right?" Kid asked while washing the dishes. Maka found that weird, seeing as Soul usually "forgot" It was his turn, and yet Kid just kinda went ahead and did it without them even setting turns. "Yea, Monday. That's right." She answered, still wondering on what other nice surprises does he have up his sleeve. "Then we have three more days to settle in. I get it you already unpacked? I can finish unpacking now so tomorrow we'll have time to explore the area. Would you like that? Walking around, maybe eating out somewhere...?" And here's another one. Soul would never take her anywhere but the basketball court, unless she paid for it. "Yea. Wait, you're paying, right?" She asked to make sure. "Makes sense, unless you want to." He answered with a smile that gave her no choice but to smile back. She liked his smile, it was warm, making her feel like she was really his wife, and they were really living here, together for over a year.

...

"What, seriously?" Maka smiled to the sound of her best friend's voice through the phone. Lord death ordered the others to never use mirrors with Kid and Maka, since if they were in public it would have called for the closest one. Kid and Maka's cover could be torn to pieces if that happened, so it was clear to all of them not to call the two that way. "Mhm. I mean, it's kinda ridiculous." She answered. "His wife? I knew you two would hook up eventually, but so soon!" He teased. "Soul! I told you it's only a cover up!" Maka made a face, even though there's no way he could've seen it. "Yea, a cover up. What's next? Sharing a bed to look like a couple when sleeping?" Maka bit her lip. "Well not EXACTLY." She could hear Soul cracking up at the other line. "Liz will LOVE it!" He said after half a minute of laughter. If only books could pass through phone lines. "You have one messed up mind." She sighed. "Well, tomorrow we plan to go exploring a little so I'll have more to tell you about, hopefully." He hummed. "Yea, exploring. Sounds legit." She could almost see his grinning face on the other end. "We'll just walk around a bit, maybe grab a bite at one of those fancy restaurants we saw walking here." She proceeded carelessly. "So you're going on a date, damn this is getting better!" Maka blushed. "No you idiot not a date, a hangout!" Maka jumped at the sound of Kid entering the room. "Soul shhh!" She warned and turned off the volume. "Need something?" She asked. "Umm, just wanted to inform you I'm done so, if you'd like, I can order us a movie on the TV to watch later?" Kid offered. "Sure." Maka answered. He smiled slightly and went back to the hallway. When she was sure he was gone, Maka raised the phone's volume once more.

"What the hell!" Soul called in annoyance. "Did you just ditch me to set up ANOTHER date with husbando? Don't answer, I heard ya. I'm so telling Liz." Maka blushed again. "It's not a date! None of them are." He snorted in response. "If a movie night is a date in your book then I don't even know how you call us. We had tons of them." Soul quieted. "That's different." He said at last in surrender. Maka hummed. "Besides, we both know Kid doesn't see me that way. He's just a little weird so everybody misunderstands him all the time." Soul puffed in doubt. "If he's paying it's a date. I don't care if he's weird or oblivious!" Maka sighed. "Fine. You can think whatever you want." Soul exhaled. Maka never gave up so easily. "Umm... kay?" He responded. "Call me tomorrow? I have a 'date' to attend." She said, ready to hang up. "Oh, right. I'll guess we'll talk." It was then Maka hung up. 'Did I go too far?' Soul wondered. Too late now anyways.

"How was your talk with Soul?" Kid asked as Maka entered the living room and jumped on her favorite pillow. "The usual, he was being an idiot and I kept scolding him, you know how it goes." Kid grinned at her description. "I see you released some stress too." She nodded and cuddled in a small blanket she found on the sofa. It smelled nice, like a mixture of flowers. "What are we watching?" She asked in hesitation. "There was a package gift on the cables, all of the Harry Potter movies." He replied, obviously pleased by his choice of film. "Cool!" Maka smiled and fitted her position. The microwave beeped. "You made POPCORN?" She asked happily. "Mhm." He nodded. Soon he returned with two balls full of popcorn and started the movie.

The two found themselves watching almost all the parts of the series. Around the part with the spiders in the second film Maka decided it was a good idea to use Kid as a squishing doll. She wasn't afraid, but he was so quiet it got her out of her mind, so she decided to tease him. In response Kid took the blanket and wrapped it around him as well. If Maka needed comfort he will gladly share his body heat. Therefore, Maka slowly found herself indeed comforted and falling asleep on his shoulder. He reasoned, it may not be comfortable for her- so instead he pulled a pillow and put it down on his lap. Soon she was asleep, so soundly, rambling soft things about Hogwarts and prof. Snape. Kid stared as her and wondered what this satisfaction he felt was? Oh well, it's useless just sitting and thinking about it, so he thought as he carried her to bed. "Goodnight Maka" He whispered and laid under the covers beside her, making sure there was a wide space between them for Maka's sake.

...

'Umm?' Maka slowly opened one eye and tried to move her hand up to her face. 'It's morning...' Her thoughts were blurred. The sent a hand out to look for her glasses. 'Oh, wait. I don't have glasses.' She frowned as her hand felt something warm. 'Huh?' she pulled her hand back and sat up in confusion. "What the-" Maka called, almost falling off the bed. 'Wait-" her memory slowly returned to her. Being a bookworm was tough sometimes, it was hard for her to remember who and where is she. 'I'm Maka Albarn, the boy next to me is Death the Kid. We are on a mission.' She ran the facts again inside her head. Suddenly he moved, obviously woken up by her mess. "Maka..." He smiled at her, still half asleep. "Good morning. Did you carry me here?" She smiled as he grumbled a positive response.

About fifteen minutes later Kid joined her at the kitchen.

"Are those... crapes?" He asked, appearing next to her. "Good morning! Yes, they are. You cooked yesterday so I thought I'll cook today." She smiled, looking up to his eyes. Only just awaken, Kid was still a little tiered and absent minded, you could tell by the blurry tone in his eyes. He looked so cute like that, with his hair messy and his little grin spread in gratefulness. "Thank you." He smiled back, starting to set the table. For a moment Maka was happy it was him she was on the mission with. All Soul would do in that situation is shout, burp and yawn, but Kid was so nice, he would never act so rudely. A sudden sense of guilt passed through her. It's not that she doesn't like being with Soul, it's just that Kid is nicer. No, that came out messed up as well. She sighed and took the crapes to the table.

"Once again, thank you. I needed this." He smiled, not only due to the nice gesture he woke up to, but also for the fact it was Maka. She looked so stunning in the lime shirt and white skirt, like some fairy running all around the kitchen. Suddenly he felt a huge urge to just walk to her and hug her from behind, hold her in place, next to him. Why was she so cute? 'Cute, that's it, huggable.' He tried to convince himself as he spilled some nutella on his crape.