Our Forbidden Love (Death The Kid X Maka)

5. How do I understand

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx kid's POV xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Maka are you Alright?" I asked the girl I had now seated on my couch.

"Did you really mean what you said?"
She asked quietly. "What you said to Soul?"

"Of course, I wouldn't let him lay a hand on you." I reassured, sliding down beside her.

"Kid, I never thought I'd have to be scared of my weapon, I don't want you to hurt him, but I'm afraid he'll hurt you if I don't do anything."

That's what she was afraid of?

"Maka, theres no need to worry. I doubt anyone is going to get hurt." I whispered, humming softly to calm her down. The exhaustion must have finally got to her, because soon enough she had passed out against my shoulder.

Laughing slightly, I picked her up carefully and brought her to my room. The couch wasn't the most comfortable to keep sleeping on.

Before I could leave I noticed her tossing in her sleep, she looked to be having a nightmare. 

Awkwardly I sat back down beside her and tried not to wake her. My father had always taught me never to wake someone from a bad dream.

I slid my fingers through her hair hesitantly, feeling her instantly relax under my touch. So I stayed there for awhile, playing with both sides of her hair equally. I ended up braiding it, before deeming her comfortable enough to leave alone.

It was then I realized how quiet the house actaully was, confused as to why Patty wasn't singing and Liz wasn't doing her nails. Before I could call them, I remembered they had told me a week prior about having a sleepover at Tsubaki's.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Maka's POV xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I woke up and noticed I was definitely in a bed.

I blinked a few times and looked around, noticing that this wasn't my room, and wasn't Kid's couch. It looked distentivly like a dark, fancy, symmetrical, prince's room -

Wait.

Dark, Symmetrical, fancy?

This is Kid's room.

Looking around, I happened to catch sight of myself in a mirror he had leaned against the wall.

My hair wasn't in its usual ponytails, it was braided, braided beautifully.

I never wore braids, because I didn't know how to make them, I was never tought how and I couldn't ask my dad for help. I hated him to much to ever dare.

I eventually stood up and walked over to the door. I hesitated before opening it, but when I finally did, I could smell the aroma of something wonderful.

Walking down the stairs, it suddenly occurred to me what had happened before I feel asleep.

Did Kid put me in his room? Now that I could believe, but there was no way he braided my hair right?

The thought made me blush, so I shrugged it away. It must've been one of the twins. I continued following the sweet scent, and it eventually lead me to the kitchen.

"Kid." I smiled seeing him preparing lunch or dinner, I wasn't sure.

"Oh, I'm glad your awake." He hummed, returning the smile warmly, and setting two bowls of soup on the table.

"Let me help you" I hurried, and he nodded. I ended up helping him finish the cooking and setting the table. I was about to leave the kitchen, thinking he was being his weird symmetrical self by putting out two plates. Or that maybe one was for Liz or Patty, but he noticed me leaving and pulled me into a chair.

"You realize that plate is for you right?" He laughed.

"I thought it was for Liz or Patty." I argued, heat rising against my face.

"No they're staying over at Tsubaki's tonight. I planned to wake you up after I finished preparing dinner."

I thanked him, looking out the window.

"What time is it?"

"About 10:00."

"10:00?" I yelped, he nodded, looking away.

"Hey kid?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you, uh, the one who braided my hair then?" I asked him quietly.

"I was." He blinked, red rising to his face.

"Oh! Thanks, I never knew how." I hurried out meekly, blushing and looking down at my skirt.

"I could teach you if you want?"
He asks, eyes glittering as he finished his meal.

"Really?" I ask excitedly.

"Yeah it'll be fun."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Souls POV xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Ugh what have I done?" I mumbled, doing the dishes because Maka always nagged me about keeping the place clean.

I was pretty sure Kid had taken her home with him again, I was starting to wonder if she was afraid to come back to our apartment, and that made me feel even guiltier.

I can't belive what I did earlier. I threatened her, attempted to hurt her with my own two hands. I really am a jerk.

This is all Kid's fault.

"Maka with kid again?"

I turned around to see Blair in the doorway.

"Yeah I think so."

"You know you deserve to get knocked out by Kid after what you pulled today." She points, shaking her head at me.

"How did you find out about that?"

"Tsubaki told me."

"What should I do?" I ask, putting the dishes away and turning to face her.

"You should apologize." She shrugs.

"Every time I try, Kid doesn't let me near her." I ground out venomously.

"I don't blame him, he shouldn't let you near her." Blair replied thoughtfully.

"He's trying to rip Maka from me."

"Look, why don't me and you have some fun, to take your mind off things." Blair raises a brow at me.

"I'll pass." I say nervously

She put her arms around my neck, and pulled my face closer. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't stop the kiss.

My arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her closer. When we broke the kiss it was for air and I quickly swooped in for another, catching her off guard and she barely had time to breath.

Maka would never kiss me. But Blair definitely would.