Tied by Responsibility, Part three.

'Going home, finally' Maka thought in relive when she saw the time. "Mr. Morey, sir? Do you know where the 'higher up businesses department' is? Christina said my husband will be working there." Morey looked at her with pity. "I don't think they'll let you in. Christina's office has a male only penalty. Do you want me to go get him for you?" Maka nodded slowly, trying to contain her anger. "His name is Daniel, he has black hair and golden eyes." Morey put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it for comfort before turning away and setting off somewhere. 'Well at least I got a friend here.' She sighed.

Her frown disappeared when she saw Kid smile at her. "Kid!" She called and ran to him, giving him a relieved hug. "Where the hell have you been and what did you do?" She asked him. "Let's go home first." He offered, signalling in Morey's direction. "Okey." She smiled sweetly. Unfortunately for him, Kid was yet to feel the mischievous aura around her.

The moment they set feet in the apartment, Maka's mask fell. She caught Kid by his tie and dragged him to the living room. "M-Maka? What is it?" He asked, terrified. "You brainless little-" She started shouting before pulling him to a surprise hot kiss. Kid felt his cheeks warm up, but the rest of his body remained frozen. "If you're going to take my very first kiss at some stupid mission for show, then at least make it good." She whispered. He could hear the pain in her voice. "Listen I'm sorry, okay? This crazy horny woman was dragging me somewhere and I just panicked." His explanation made Maka even angrier. "Oh, so you only kissed me to show her you are hitched?" Shit, that came out wrong. "No, I mean, yes, but not only." He mumbled, confusing her. "I just, kinda.." Maka blinked angrily. "I don't know." He said, panicking once again. "Dam it Kid." She called, letting go of him. "You know what? Drop it. I need to talk to Soul." Kid didn't know how to respond. Maka bit the inside of her cheek and went into the bedroom.

'Why is it so difficult?' Maka asked herself. She picked up her cell, suddenly changing her mind. "Tsubaki, I need Tsubaki. She won't laugh at me." She whispered.

"Hello? Maka?" Tsubaki was obviously very excited. "Black*Star, quiet please." She called to the hyperactive meister screaming in the background. "Wait, I'll go somewhere privet so we can talk." Tsubaki offered. Maka relaxed, picturing the comforting smile of her best girlfriend. "Okay go." She said when the background noises became too faint to understand. Maka took in a deep breath before telling her everything that happened that day.

"I don't think he really kissed you because of that." Tsubaki said calmly after Maka finished. "What do you mean?" Maka asked, confused. "Well, I don't think I ever saw Kid kissing anyone. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was his first kiss too." Maka's jaw dropped. "But... how? He must have dated somebody at some point, just look at him-" Maka was interrupted by Tsubaki's small giggle. "You like him don't you?" She wasn't asking as much as pointing out a fact. "Well, maybe. But I still don't think he really meant it." Maka dropped on her back, starring at the celling. "I don't think we're looking at the whole picture. When did it all start?" Tsubaki asked. Maka hummed, deep in thoughts. "Okay, let's think about it this way: If in some way Kid was interested in you, would it explain anything? At all? Like, some gestures he's been giving you or actions he took that made no sense?" Maka's eyes widened. "That doesn't prove anything." She insisted, cheeks burning. "There are? Oh my death Maka I'm so happy for you!" Tsubaki laughed. "I- S- Shut up will you?" Maka blurted out in embarrassment. "Hi. I'll give you some space to let it sink in." Tsubaki replied before ending the call. 'Kid and Maka. Who knew?' She smiled to herself before walking to Black*Star and the others as if nothing happened.

...

Maka stepped out of the bedroom, her nose picking up the smell of baked delicacies. "Kid?" She peeked inside of the kitchen to see her roommate pulling out a bunch of vanilla cupcakes from the oven. "Hey Maka. I made you some apologize cupcakes." He smiled slightly. Maka raised a hand to her mouth when catching the hint of red in his eyes. "Kid? What's wrong?" She asked in confusion. "I'm okay, its fine, really." He tried to brush her off. Maka closed her arms around him. "Idiot! I'm sorry, okay? Don't cry about stupid stuff." She asked in a soft tone. "I did not cry! I sprayed my eyes with oil by mistake." He denied, not wanting to seem like a wimp. "Liar." She responded and tightened her grasp.

"Just... don't be mad. I hate it when people are." He asked in a sad tone. "mad?" She asked in confusion. "You made me cupcakes." She smiled as Kid sighed. "They're asymmetrical garbage" She felt him shiver. "You know what? I don't care one bit. You made them so they're good!". And just like that, Kid's heart has jumped eighty eight feet in the air, and so did his mood.

...

Maka got promoted faster than Kid. Her skills in cleaning floors were apparently enough for her to become a coffee maker and then start answering phone calls. Silent at her work, Maka gave Kid hell about it at home, but there was only so much he could do. Kissing her hands, making HER some coffee for a change, and handling the house chores. She really appreciated it, for her it was utopia with him, but it didn't change the fact that she was treated much worse than he was.

"Well, you don't have to handle Christina all the time. That guy Morey seem much nicer, all I do is serve that creepy woman." Kid argued. He made much less progress in his promotions, from a desk worker to researcher, which was pretty much the same except the topic he dealt with- now specifically witches. "I hate the feeling that I'm helping them, doing dirty work for those bastards." Kid growled. "You don't say." Maka would often respond.

Kid still hadn't gathered the guts to kiss her again after that day. It was obviously not cool with her, so why tease her boundaries? On the one hand, she did kiss him back, but that was because she was mad at him, not head over hills like he unfortunately was. He never really saw it coming, those feelings she awoke in him, strange, and not so pleasant. Especially when they went to sleep, he was... pretty awkward with his erection and his tensed, blushing self. But he did manage to hide it pretty well. Although... when she somehow fell asleep hugging his hips, he was pretty sure she noticed. At least she didn't mention it to him, ever.

She on her side was desperately trying to make him kiss her again. Well, she was the girl, so she had an excuse not to be the one who talks first. It was against her beliefs as a feminist, yes, but she really, really didn't want to be the one who brought it up, so she ignored her ideals temporarily and just waited for him to make another move. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

...

"Daniel, wait for me in the meeting room."

Kid tensed. Is that it? Is he getting promoted again, hopefully to a different branch?

"Listen, I know you've got a wife but that doesn't mean you can't have fun with your coworkers. You barely speak to us." Christina sighed. 'Oh no.' Kid thought. Was she firing him? Or worse, trying to get him in her bed?

"I love my wife, boss. I cannot imagine cheating on her in any way." He replied in panic. "I see." She hummed. "Well, for a worker you sure have a great value. You are one of the most intelligent guys here, especially in the witch research branch, so, if I fired you, it will be a loss for me too. It's a lose-lose situation, you do understand that?" Kid closed his eyes, focusing on Maka's image in his head. "I won't." He finally said.

Nothing in the world will get him to give her up.

Christina sighed, scratching the back of her head. "Well, so be it. I'm moving you to Wes's department, good luck sweetie." Kid almost fainted with relief. Wait, he was reassigned to where? "Come with me." She gestured. Kid nodded, doing as he was told. The two of them entered a big white room.

"Yo Christina, is that this guy you told me about?" Called a man from a table in the edge of the room. Kid scanned him over, mouth dropping in shock.

He looked pretty much like an older Soul Evans.

"Wes Evans, cool to meet you." The silver haired man grinned, giving his hand for a shake. "Are you, by any chance, the same famous Wes Evans that plays the violin?" Kid mumbled. "Mhm. My family owns this company, so you can say I'm the boss here. Christina's my wife, so she's got a department as well, but you already know that." He grinned again.

Kid's stomach twisted. If what he just said was true, then he must be... the older Evans sibling, Soul's big brother. Were his parents the Kishins they searched for?

"Dad." Kid called. He was currently in a bathroom stall, panicking over the new info. "Kid! It's been a while." Lord Death replied cheerfully through the toilet's water. "I've learned a critical piece of information concerning the Kishin's identity and possibly location. It's not like we thought." He bit his lip. "Really? Those are good news! Where are they?" the reflection asked. "Ask Soul. Those two are his parents."

...

"I can't believe we're finally going home!" Maka squalled. After investigating Soul, Shibusen sent Sid, Nygus, Stein and Marie to eliminate the Kishins in their hideout. Proven to be innocent, Soul was now once again free to do as he please.

"I kind of feel bad for him, you know?" Kid remarked. "Meh. Soul was never so close to his family. Once he entered DWMA they cut all communication with him, so they didn't even invite him to Wes's wedding. I bet he doesn't mind it, especially now that he knows they turned into kishin eggs after he left." Her explanation was reasonable, but somehow it didn't satisfy him at all. The taste of end was bitter in his mouth. "Are you finished packing?"

Maka closed the bag, nodding in his direction. Without a warning he snatched it over his shoulder.

"Oh come on Kid! I can carry a stupid bag!" She complained. "So can I." He threw back. He will miss her, no doubt. Those little tsundere moments, her cute face and voice, her smell... her warmth. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking away to try and hide his blush. Maka grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You know, if you'll ask nicely, maybe we could do this again some time." She hummed. He wasn't going to do it, was he? It was all up to her from now on, and she was running out of patience and time. "Kid?" She asked. Now or never, Maka. Don't chicken out! "Hmm?" He replied, gaze meeting hers. How amazing he was with his stupidity beautiful eyes. She chuckled, standing on her tows to land a long kiss on his lips.

"Maybe one day we will, maybe as a real couple?"

Because everyone is tied to their responsibilities, but some responsibilities are a pleasure to take. After all, that's what tied them together, and needless to say they were happy it did.

End