Lies (Death the Kid x Female Reader)

Six

Maka's POV
     I see Yn walking up the stairs. Kid wasn't far behind with Liz and Patty. "Hello Yn," I said. When she saw me wave she had a sudden burst of shock.
"You scared me," Yn smiled. I could tell that she was lying. Was it that she didn't want to speak to me?
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to," I apologized. She looked behind herself, glancing up at the school. She looked full of sorrow.
"I should probably go to my locker, don't want to be late," she ran off before I could say goodbye or ask her if she was okay.
"Maka," Kid yelled. "Where did Yn say she was going? I didn't hear." He waved me down, running up the stairs. Which is odd for him, usually he'll skateboard up.
"To her locker," I replied. Kid thanked me and ran off. I was confused. He has been acting weird lately. I couldn't pin why. I wanted to ask both of them, but I shouldn't get involved.
Kid's POV
I followed behind Yn. She was going the path of her locker but soon turned down a hallway, the exact opposite way she was supposed to turn. "Yn," I called out. "You said you were going to your locker. Where are you going now?" I caught up to her, I reached to grab her arm.
She smiled. "This is my destination," she replied. She pulled something out of her back pocket. It was a knife. She took a defensive position.
"I am a grim reaper, do you think that'll work of me of all creatures?" I asked her. She looked at me in shock.
"It's worth a try," she lifted her hand. I grabbed her wrist tightly, she gasped dropping the weapon. She looked down to the floor, watching the knife bounce off of the ground.
"You're a weapon. Why are you carrying a weapon?" I asked. It was peculiar. Usually weapons don't wield weapons- especially inanimate weapons, to say the least.
"Don't wanna get my blades dirty-" she lifted up and extended her leg. Her foot hit my knee, a swift kick. She clearly wasn't mad at me for something, what did I do?
I pushed her against the wall. "What are you planning to gain from this?" I asked. I tried to make my tone violent and assertive enough to get through to her. Her behavior is suspicious.
"Relief," she mumbled.
'Relief'? What could she possibly mean? Am I stressing her? "Relief? What do you mean?"
"You make me feel like I'm suffocating whenever you are around!" She quietly shouted. "It's only you who does it." The memories, she doesn't want to think of them anymore.
"Maybe that's a good thing," I smiled. "Go home right now and think about it." I loosened my grip on her. She doesn't seem to be the type to like to be restrained. Who does?
"Not now," she said. I let her go. "I have to go to class..." She tried to run away, like per usual. I had to grab her.
"You wanted to kill me, I have to report something. But I won't report the killing part. I'll just say that you attempted a fight with a teacher not around," I said. "Sound fair?" I outstretched a hand of friendship to her.
"Deal-" when she grabbed my hand I pulled her into a kiss. "This was never part of the deal-" she pulled away.
"It is now," I smirked. She giggled. Realizing her mistake, she stopped herself. "Let me walk you to class, just let that feeling that you have sink in. Let it's affects take place," I suggested.
"If I do, what will happen?" She asked with a slight blush.
"That all depends on what you want," I told her.
"What I want?" She looked baffled. No- more confused than baffled. Like she's never had a say in her life before. She seems to have always went with the flow of life.
"I know that you didn't have much free will where you come from, but trust me, free will is good, trust me," I informed her. Here at the DWMA, all students have rights, including free will. She will have to adjust herself to the new setting, I'll help.
We walked down the hallway to her locker. She opened it and I gave her her books. We partook in small talk onto her way to class. I hand Stein's class next, so I didn't care about being late if I could have an extra minute with Yn. Though it bothered me that I wouldn't be on time. I am always on time.