Hurray! I am so HAPPEE. So HAPPEE-HAPPEE. xD

First of All, I am going to apologize for the long wait. I was so caught up with life (which has hitting me hard) and playing The Sims 4. But, Blah. xD

On with the Story!

Since Chapter 8 is composed of Kid doing or rather somewhat doing the eight signs. And I know I had ended it with a scene where Maka is crying on Kid arms. I still have the urge to right an Epilogue for Kid, and what happened after that confession. Originally, I planned it to be the gang who will tell Kid to man up and 'Just Tell Her.' But along writing the story and re-doing that part twice – Spirit had popped into my mind with a warm smile. Like, he had just knocked on my door with that smile on his face asking for another scene.

So, yes. I was planning to end to Epilogue like the Prologue where the gang is there. But, since it is about marriage and I had thought Kid and Spirit didn't really talked things out, or have a scene where they had talked. This was the chance for it. Spirit accepts Kid as his own, so why not make it a happy ending where Kid accepts Spirit as well, not as a weapon but as a father too :D.

For the record, the box. Kid bought that and it is not from Spirit, he knew Kid was planning so he had gave him the box as I sign of his blessing.

Also, Another one.

Once I am done with the KiMa Week Fanfic.

I will be doing a One Short or a multi-Chapter based on this Epilogue. You guys can decide if you want to connect it with this story or not. Hint: The Fanfic is inspired by an EXO song. Second Hint: They are still complete - EXO-12 (Yes, Kris Oppa, Luhan and Tao hadn't left yet)

So please, Rate. I want to know what you guys think about this story.

It is my First Fanfic after all (but originally, the idea is from a KiMa FB Group which I am a member of)

SOUL EATER (c) ATSUSHI ŌKUBO

EPILOGUE

Kid's P.O.V

I remembered a time when father would often tell me that I am in love and shouldn't let those feelings kept inside. I would always brush it off, knowing it would be better if she didn't knew, since I know better, I know that her being with me would only cause us misery, that would eventually lead to our separation. So, to prevent that from happening, I had decided to ignore my feelings and remained 'friends' with her. She deserves someone better after all. Until, that very day had happened before my eyes. I never knew how those emotions, that specific emotion had dissolve everything I stand for, everything I had decided within a glimpse of an eye. I knew my actions would raise suspicion more that is should, especially with my weapon; but I was still defeated.

"Father, now I understand the words you have meant, but father, please tell me why I need to experience this when you can told me so." Fool, of course my father was telling me all the time, I am just too naïve, a feather-head to realize the words he had meant for me. All this years, I have tried to bury the feelings and memories I have with that pigtail girl. I would always thought that I was still too young, I was only captivated with her charms and I was only cherishing her too much because she was the first human, mortal to ever be and called me a friend. I had lived with that kind of thinking, normal to the eyes of many but I still cannot escape from my father's knowing eyes. Until, she appeared before me once more, I knew she had forgotten about me, and I was correct. I knew it was normal for mortals to forget, but it had made my heart ache. I was going to live that way, pretend that it was our first meeting when I have arrived at the Academy, until one night after a mission, she had come to me and spoken unconsciously that she thinks she had seen me somewhere before, that we two had met before. I swallowed hard that night, my body was trembling and I wondered if she could see it through my soul and or body. "I just can't really remember, but I guarantee it." She said with a puffed with her cheeks, that night, I wanted to tell her everything, but there was something inside me that had held my tongue until she had left. That night as well, I had felt something inside my chest that I thought I had buried deep inside me, and was only childish feelings. What I was feeling back there was not only childish feelings but also something far more stronger. I think it is called Love.

Father, you said once that even immortals can have emotions once we met our destined one. I thought this was foolish, because all living beings have emotions, those who speak and those who cannot. But, now realizing, what you meant was; Once we met our half, we will experience and learn such emotions that we never knew we can feel. "Father, can I ask one more thing from you?" I asked as I lifted my face to the sky of the Death City. I never knew I can feel so weak yet so strong for someone at the same time. "How do I make her say yes?" Taking a deep breath, I ran my hand through my hair which I immediately regret since it had ruined the symmetry of it. Combing my hair back to its proper place, I had decided to look outside the large windows of my office. It was already December, but the white Christmas that my people are dreaming off seems to be too far from reality now. To snow on Nevada would be something rare, and the snowflakes to even touch the dry land would be astonishing considering the heat which this land holds. Like Maka and I, she is this land and I am the snow. I am cold and I had melted, all my walls and resolves had become nothing when I had come to touch her, she was fire, she had brought life and warmth to my soul, mind and body. I am rare to come to this land, a reaper to appear before a human is rare, and once I visit it either can bring happiness or sadness to a mortal. She is the land whom everyone cherish and love, who gives so much treasure and beauty to everyone, so fascinating and breathtaking even when she cries like the waterfall. When the snow touches the ground, it brings happiness to everyone, especially to the children… Hmm.. Children. "Dear Father, what am I thinking? We are too young for that." I chuckled, amused on how my mind can wander so far with just a mere thought of her. "And, what is that you two are still too young about?"

I turned and faced the red-haired man, his left hand on the left-wing of the opened door; it seemed that he had let himself in since I was too occupied with my thoughts. "Oh, it is—"Before I could tell him the truth he had raised his hand to silent me, and we both just smiled to each other. It had already been three months since the game Excalibur had invented passed, and the reason for it revealed. All was done because it was my father's wish, and both had agreed upon it. The reason why he had agreed was still a mystery for me, concerning it involves her daughter. "My princess is waiting Kid." I nod to this, understanding what he had meant. It astonish me on how he could understand and know my intentions even if I don't speak a word to him, and most of the times, our conversations would always end up in silence, a silence which is surprisingly calming. "Spirit, I—" "Just tell her." He said as he walked passed me to see the view from my office window, surprised with his words, I had redeemed myself to silent for him to finish and clear his statements for me. "You are thinking on how to say those words to her right? To have my daughter's yes." "Yes." "Just tell her, I believe my little girl doesn't need all the fancy and glitters Kid, and I know you notice that as well. My little girl, she is so simple yet so unique and special. Ha ha… Kid, Just tell her and everything will turn out fine." I stared at him, at the man who is the reason for the birth of my angel. "Do I have your blessing?" Then he had laughed, a laughed that was not mocking or fake, but a laughed that had sent him free from whatever was holding him. "I don't want my daughter to hate me further Kid." "I believe, she doesn't hate you. She is just… anxious, she is just… I do believe you are a great father Spirit." I sighed at this but held my ground. I am finding it hard to explain to him her feelings, for which I know I am not at the right place to speak for her. "Do you know Kid, when you and Maka are still little, she asked you once if you want to me to be your father and you had turned me down in an instant." He didn't look at me when he said those words, but instead he was staring at a small black box within his hands. His thumb was brushing the lower right corner of it, and as I looked at his face I had felt a clenched on my chest. His face was calm, a small smile was caressing his lips and his eyes were only focused at the small box until a quiet chuckle had erupted from his lips. "Because, you said you have a father of your own and do not wish to have someone else to be with. You two argued that day and didn't meet each other for three days. Until you knocked on our door, saying you are going to accept me as your father if it will make my daughter to stop hating you and make her smile again." I always thought that I had perfectly and remember all my memories with Maka, until such memory was revealed to me. I do remember a time when she didn't talked to me because of something but I never thought it would be this reason. He had placed the small box on my hand, and his sadness had suddenly poured all to me. "Take good care of her Kid." Were his last words before he had pushed me out of my office.

"Kid!"

I never thought I could be any happier like this, hence, I never thought that nothing could make me feel this kind of happiness and satisfaction aside from Symmetry. But at the same time, I never thought I could feel this anxious and nervous. How did we start? How does everything came to this? I cannot guarantee.

I didn't turned to where the voice had come from, instead I had remained still and pretend that I didn't heard anything.

I knew my life would turn 360 degrees when I had become Lord Death, but I never thought it would turn to another 360 degree and a roller coaster ride after a scene in the hallway of the Academy.

"Kid!"

Never knew emotions will rise and issues be explained and resolved at such a given time.

A smack from the back had brought to almost kneel on the warm hard concrete of the street. "Stop pretending Kid, I know you could hear me and I see that your soul is laughing." She said with a puffed of her cheeks, I had planned to woo her today, swept her off her feet until she become a red tomato or a puddle of goo. "Not funny." She said and stormed to leave me alone. It was December today, an exact three months after I had confessed my feelings to her and saw her cry. "Mon Ange, I was only teasing." I said to her.

Our emotions were clear for each other, our hearts singing and whispering songs of love. Everyone knew we were in love, but we thought that our love was meant to be unrequited.

"Still not funny – Whoa!" I pulled her to the fountain with me, the cold water almost splashing everyone who are around it. A loud laugh had escaped my lips as I watch her grumble and tried to escape my grasp. "Kid!" she squeaked, she was clearly annoyed with my action but I had remained still and watch her struggle. "You know, if you keep on screaming like that, you are going to attract more attention that you should." I said to her, amused on how her body had stopped struggling in an instant. "Well, I don't mind you keep on wailing, the more audience the better." "And what do you mean by that?" she hissed at me, her emerald eyes challenging me and ordering me to tell her what I mean or I will perish. That is when I returned her challenging eyes with a grin of my own.

Love is a strong emotion powerful enough to tame the demons and make the angels fall. Love is also a weakness for everyone, making us vulnerable, an easy target and rationalization leaving our minds. But Love, can bring us unmeasurable happiness as well, strength we need and making us view life far more beautiful than we used too. Yet, with all these, I don't mind, I don't mind if it will be the end of me. For whom, at least I know I had love.

"What's with that stupid grin Kid?" she said as she pushed me away, catching me off guard thus leaving me alone and wet in the fountain. "What? Is it wrong to smile because of you?" I said to her, grinning like a fool when her face turned red and the town people staring at us. She raised her hand, probably about to give me a Maka-Chop, but I was thinking of another. I had spent a whole month thinking of ways on how to woo her and make her say yes. I had thought of thousands of ideas were roses, foods, fireworks, dancers and even clowns involve, but all had left me empty. Our ages would always come to interfere it, saying we are still too young for such things and we or I might be forcing her. "Liar." "And when did I lie?" "Then you are joking." "I am serious when it comes to you Maka." "You are only fooling me." "Nope, I am doing a different thing." She was about to retort and say words she fears I would do, but her lips were calling me and I cannot do anything but succumb to it and kiss her.

They say life is not like the movies, not like the fairy tales we know and the books we read. And I cannot help but to agree with it, because what I am experiencing now is far more enjoyable than the movies, more enchanting than the fairy tales and far more beautiful than the books ever wrote. Because, what I am experiencing is real.

Our kiss was broken when the town people had cooed upon us, I was not really planning to end it all of a sudden but she had stood up and now a few meters away from the fountain. "N-Now, Look what you done Kid! I have to change clothes!" She scolded me and giving me one of her famous Maka-chops, which I also love about her even if it was utterly painful. Yet, I still laughed and stood up to follow her, but as she started to leave. I cannot stop the smile to form from my lips, three months had already passed and the feelings I have for her only grew stronger and stronger with each passing seconds. I cannot stop myself to stare at her, to tattoo that loving smile on my soul, I… I just simply cannot tell you the bliss and happiness that is overflowing within my body when I thought of her. I just… arggh.. Ha Ha, I just cannot, words are not enough and my mind is simply going black. My hand had touched the small box hiding on my suit, the small box that was blessed with her father and future father-in-law. "You still look beautiful Maka." "Shut up…" Sweeping her off her feet and carrying her bridal style had become my favorite hobby. "Yet, you still love me." "And, you love me more Kid." She teased, even though her face was redder than a tomato. "Ah, but I know you love me the most."

I had spent a month thinking on how to ask her to marry me. And now, I guess I will be waiting another month, "Kid, what is this box on your chest?" Or maybe… not.