Tied by Responsibility, Part two.

"Really?" She asked, chuckling. "Yes! I had a hard time believing it myself." Kid answered, holding back on his trembling laughter. "I mean, who knew, right? I guess that's why he's forever 'Going to California'" Maka added. Kid's eyes widened. "That makes so much sense!" He said, falling backwards on the soft grass. The two were sitting under a tree at the beautiful park they discovered near the apartment. Maka laid down next to him, still smiling in amusement.

"Ehm" A voice called from behind. "Excuse me, are you new here? I've never seen you before." A tall woman stood next to the tree. Her hair was reddish brown and her eyes were cold. "Oh, yes, we only moved in yesterday." Kid stood up, brushing off the grass that stuck to him. The woman's eyes softened and for a moment Maka felt a sense of anger buzz through her. She was staring at Kid. "I'm Christina, and you are?" She asked. Kid smiled, giving out his hand for a shake. 'He is really good at this' Maka thought. "My name is Daniel Albarn, and this is my wife, Maka." The light in the woman's eyes disappeared. "Oh, you're the newcomers. Welcome, Evans, Christina Evans?" Maka's eyes widened. "Oh, you're our new boss! What a coincident!" Kid spoke before Maka did. "I'll see you on Monday then." She hummed and walked away.

"Three things." Maka opened after Christina was out of sight. "First, Evans?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with Soul, since he didn't seem to know any Christina." Maka released the breath she held, relieved. Soul wasn't involved. "Second, Albarn? And third, Daniel? Where did that come from?" The last part was said in a chuckle. "Well what did you expect? I can't use the name Death here." He dropped his smile, blushing in embarrassment. "Well I like that Idea, I'll get to keep my 'Maka Albarn' title and you'll take the most random name starting with a D. good job." He rolled his eyes. "Well I guess we're kinda stuck like this from now on, aren't we?" His defensive mode was too cute in Maka's opinion, she just felt so satisfied picking on him. "You're right, Daniel sweetheart." She teased, making him blush. "Hey, I get the Daniel part, but the sweetheart addition is all yours." He replied. Now was Maka's turn to blush. "S-shut up!" She called in defense.

...

"Feed me." Maka grinned, opening her mouth in expectation. She was enjoying this little show they pulled, that's for sure. Kid sent her a bright smile, his eyes shooting deadly sparks at her. The other guests at the restaurant watched the young 'couple' carefully, some of them making small ohh's and ahh's and practically dying from cuteness. "They look so cute!" "I wonder who said it first!" "I bet it was her!" The whispers became harder to ignore. Sure, they were 'married', but Maka was using the presence of these people to embarrass him. Besides, if they were going out, he would've been the one to ask her out. He could almost picture the perfect way of doing it, taking her to- Ugh, what the hell brain? Kid asked himself, scratching his head awkwardly. Instead, he decided to use those very brain cells to focus on a payback plan.

"Do you like the pasta, pumpkin?" He used the old nickname that he knew for a fact Maka hated. Blair always insisted on calling her that. "I AM. You should try some." Maka smiled sadistically, pushing a spoon of pasta violently down his throat. On that day Kid almost died, three times. Of embarrassment, of fear and of choking on the pasta. One thing is for sure, don't mess with Kid's wife, err, partner.

And they say it isn't easy defeating a god, Black*Star should take some notes.

Kid paid for dinner, sending careful glances to the creepily sweet looking devil girl. "Maka?" He asked eventually. "Hmm?" She replied. "I'm sorry I called you that." He apologized, hoping to at least take one of the reasons she might kill him in his sleep away. Maka's eyes widened. Was he really apologizing? Soul never, EVER, apologized for the nicknames he stuck to her. Pumpkin wasn't even that insulting, it was just a nickname she disliked. It's not like he cursed her, for Death's sake!

"Kid?" She asked after a minute of staring at him. Kid felt fear crawling down his spine. "Y- Yes?" He said, wide eyed and practically pluralized from the pure terror he felt. "You're awesome, thank you." She smiled, hugging him. His expression became stunned for a minute before softening. The love he felt for her that moment was way too strong to pass unnoticed by him. 'I think...' He hesitated in his mind, slowly returning the hug.

...

Maka was fast asleep, breathing quietly next to him. Kid rolled to his side to watch her, careful not to accidentally wake her up. Her chest moved up and down slowly. 'Am I in love with you?' He asked himself, adoring her figure. He never experienced this kind of sensation inside his soul before, but he already knew all about it from his books. The way she acted, the words she said, her voice alone was enough to drive him crazy. It was just like they described in the romantic films Liz watched, as cliché as it sounds, he had no real doubt. Kid sighed, slowly sending his arms to hug her in her sleep. Without even noticing it, he dug his face into her hair. "Goodnight angel." He whispered before falling asleep as well.

...

Maka opened her eyes, slowly blinking and trying to move a little. She felt terror fill her when she realized she cannot move. Was she Maka Albarn? Or was Maka just a character in a series and she messed up again? "Berta, bring me the wheelchair!" She called, testing her luck. No, she was definitely not a rich kid in a wheelchair. Then who was she?

Maka gasped as a wave of his scent hit her. "Kid..." She whispered, retrieving her identity and memories. Was he hugging her? Her cheeks flustered. "Umm, Kid?" She shook him gently, only causing him to tighten his grip. Maka sighed, excepting her fate, not that she really wanted him to let go anyways. "Wait, its Monday!" She gasped. "Oh no. we're gonna be late for our first day!" Maka bit her lip, doing her best to try and slip away from Kid's death grip, but only making things more awkward once she made it to turn around and face him. His face was only an inch or so from hers, and his breath was deep and steady- she could feel it on her skin. Her gaze became hypnotized as she leaned closer, almost allowing their lips to meet. Kid opened his eyes, causing her to jerk backwards.

"Mmm? Maka..." Kid mumbled, still in a sleep like stage. He slowly pulled his arms back, giving Maka her chance to run for whatever sanity she had left. 'Kid is a friend. He is a friend. He is a very attractive friend, but he is definitely not a lover.' She thought, drowning her face in cold water. She eventually picked back up her courage and made a determined expression before walking to the bedroom to try and wake up Kid. Her jaw crashed down when she saw him sitting on the bed. His hair was messy and his eyes were only half open, but what truly distracted her was his obvious lack of shirt. His muscles shone in the dim light that came from the window. Maka closed her mouth, turning straight back and into the bathroom for another cold shower.

When she got out Kid was already dressed in a grey T that matched his skull printed pajama bottom. 'At least he doesn't sleep in his boxers like Soul.' Maka thought, ignoring the fact that she never got that flustered by her partner. Kid blushed when noticing her. 'Shit! Does he remember I tried to kiss him?' Maka froze. The truth was Kid just got dazzled by seeing her with wet hair, but she had no way of guessing that. "Eh, umm, I'll go make breakfast." She mumbled before escaping to the kitchen. By then her face looked like a fresh tomato.

...

The car drive to work was long and quiet. Kid wasn't sure why, but he knew better than digging up things Maka obviously didn't want to talk about. The two of them eventually got to the office, holding hands for show. Though, even like that it still felt good just holding hands. Kid asked one of the workers for Christina's whereabouts.

"Hello! Daniel, Marco." Christina called, smiling at Kid, then sending Maka the death glare. "It's Maka." She did her best to smile. "Okay listen up you two. I'm your boss from now on, and that's not the end of it. I've got contacts from my husband's side to high above, way higher than you'll ever be. One wrong step and you're fired." She declared, straight to the point. "Now Mulka I want you to go work with Monkey in the coffee room. He'll explain what you need to do. Daniel, you come with me to the higher up businesses department." Christina called, turning in one direction and signaling Kid. He sent Maka a quick look before leaning in and pecking her lips. Maka stood still, too stunned to respond. "By honey!" He waved before following Christina.

"Did he just-" Maka couldn't move a muscle. That was her first kiss. Her very first kiss taken over this bullshit. What the hell? Her heart pounded and her head ached from the inside out. She wanted to chase after him, she wanted to slap him, kiss him and slap him again. She wanted to shout, cry from embarrassment and shame, call him names, confess her feelings- no, it had to come and go just like that, she bet he didn't even give it a second thought. Her legs did not obey her, not until she found herself facing a muscular, bearded man. "Maka Albarn, I suppose? I'm Morey; you'll be working for me." Maka shook her head, trying to focus. "She said your name is Monkey." Maka stated. "Christina is a bitch." He responded calmly. "But she is one heck of a powerful bitch here." She sighed and nodded, following him. 'I wonder how Kid is doing' Maka thought, picking up a mop for her first mission, cleaning.

Kid followed the reddish-brown headed Satan to a huge office, trying to focus seeing as his thoughts kept returning to Maka. "This is yours." Christina smiled, pointing on a corner with a desk and a computer. He looked around, not surprised to see his coworkers were all men, all of them decent looking. The tables together formed a circle, which had a sitting area in the middle, probably for Christina to sit in and watch over them all. Kid sighed, slowly walking to the desk and looking at the papers, all full of things he needed to take care of. "Finding a cool new video game and buying it? Researching ways of copying witch powers?" Kid asked, disturbed. "Oh, that. Wes has his birthday tomorrow and I forgot, so I need you to find a video game to cover it up. He is my husband after all. The witch part is a gadget we are trying to develop." Kid nodded slowly. They were obviously not innocent if they found interest in witch powers, and whoever this Wes may be, he felt bad for him.