Maka held Kid gently as she attempted to calm him. She wasn't sure how much comfort she could force on him for the time being, and only kept the lightest hug around him. She noted that Kid's features had relaxed. She watched as he hesitated to bring a hand to her face. His eyes were wild, but now endowed with a hint of calmness. They watched over her persistently, as if he was trying to tap into an old memory.

"I remember." Kid stroked one of Maka's pigtails. "We met at the library. Ever since that day we always went to meet with each other and talk about everything and anything. I remember."

Maka expected a different set of words for some reason. She wasn't a romantic but it couldn't be too hard to ask for right? Especially with the haunting scare that Kid had put her through. Though she relaxed to hear his subtle voice.

"I don't understand. Why are you here?" He asked.

"Why?" Maka decided to go on the offense. "Because you're "dead" and you left me without saying goodbye!"

Kid had no idea what to think or do. He hadn't had contact with another soul other than his family for two years. He had been passing off as a hollow body and haunted those who spread the rumor that he was dead. It wasn't true. Perhaps emotionally but not physically.

He made an awkward choice of lifting Maka's chin to meet his gaze. "I never meant... I didn't mean for you to... I'm sorry."

"Is that it? Sorry? Kid you're obviously alive! People think you're dead! And what's worse? You just haunted the living hell outta me you idiot!" Maka slammed a book atop the boy's head, her iconic attack move known as a Maka-Chop.

"Ow! Damn Maka that hurts!"

"Well then don't ever scare me again!"

Kid rubbed his head. He narrowed his eyes on Maka and couldn't hold back the smile that made its way on his face. "You were so brave though. It's beautiful."

Don't blush Maka. Do not blush!

"T-Thank you. I think." Maka awkwardly rubbed her arm. But she then realized who she was talking to. That was the voice of the real Kid, the one she knew without a doubt. She guessed her Maka Chop did more than she intended.

"This is the real you."

Kid paid her a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, who am I talking to right now? The ghost boy, or Kid Death?"

Kid avoided any meeting with Maka's eyes and instead faced down at her feet. "I'm not sure honestly. I am not the Kid you once knew if that's what you are referring to."

Maka hastily caressed his cheek, though he tensed at her touch and instead took a step back.

"Well do you mind telling me why? What happened to you? Your face and the look. And the whole haunting people thing. Can you at least answer me that?"

Kid dropped any form of happiness that was in him and went over to slump at the piano bench. Maka took a spot next to him, rubbing his back in attempt to sooth him. Though he seemed to tense more than he originally was.

"The stories tell that my family was killed, that we murdered each other like mindless savages. People saw my father and his children like dark psychotics."

"Well typically, it isn't very "family friendly" to decorate your front yard with death machines."

Kid chuckled. "Yes I know. But it's all in the family name." Kid trailed his hands along the piano keys. "The truth of it all is, I'm not the one who died... My father did." Kid grimaced with those words.

Maka could see the tears he was fighting back. "Kid..."

"It's ok. I'm all right."

"All right? You've been hiding here ever since haven't you?" Maka grabbed his face in order to look at him. "Kid you need help."

"No I don't. I'm dead Maka. It doesn't matter anymore."

"You're not dead. People only think that because,-"

"Because my family is insane! That's why. How am I supposed to go back out there when all they do is desecrate my family name?! How?"

Maka found herself at a loss for words and was left staring at him in defeat.

"Maka I don't mean to hurt you. I would never do that intentionally. But I can't go back. I have to stay here."

"All alone, treating yourself as a demon who haunts people?!"

"You wouldn't understand!" Kid stood up from the bench and trailed to the window.

"Then let me understand." Maka stood on her feet and challenged him.

"I did this as an act of revenge Maka. The townsfolk wronged my family, they made my father seem like some sort of monster. He wasn't. It was all because of my older brother that our name was shattered. My father never meant for his own flesh and blood to go rogue. But that's how it happened. When my father... When he,-" Kid paused.

Maka wrapped her arms around the distressed boy and held him tightly. He dropped only the slightest of tears on her shoulder. It felt so good to let something out for once and not hold it all in. It felt good to have someone hold him, someone who he let himself fall for... It felt lovely now that she was here.

"I'm right here Kid. You don't have to hold back anything."

He swallowed back any tears that were on their way and took a breath. "You're the first person to be here you know." His voice, now tender, spoke right into her ears. "No one has ever made it this far in the house. Especially on Halloween."

"Yeah well, maybe that's because I planned to put a book to your skull the second you showed yourself."

Kid had a faint smile on. "I missed you. I give you my sincere apologies Maka. I never meant to hurt you." Kid held Maka tightly, resting his chin over her head as if he was protecting her from the days he had left her wandering for him. "Forgive me."

"I forgive you Kid. I forgive you."

Silence passed over them as they sat embraced in each other's arms. They had longed for each other irresistibly. As for Kid, he almost hated himself for nearly letting her go.

However their embrace was cut short when Maka jumped out of her skin at the creaking sound of a door opening.

Reason one was because she hadn't realized a door was in the room. Reason two was because she couldn't possibly think that anyone else was in the house.

Once Maka had the chance to look, she realized it was an older teenage girl. She had long light brown hair and blue orbs for eyes. She was too damn tall as well, much to Maka's agony.

"Liz. What are you doing?" Kid casually acknowledged the girl.

"I could ask the same question." She replied, switching her blue eyes from Kid to Maka as if it was the most foreign thing she had ever seen.

"She's an old friend." Kid cleared his throat. "That's all."

Liz seemed speechless as the seconds went by. Kid sighed and proceeded to explain. "She came here to find me, as we were once close friends and met every day. However I left because… You know."

"Kid what the hell is wrong with you? You never let anyone near you, or talk to you, or. What?"

Maka would've been humored by the girl's confusion if she herself hadn't realized how sorrowful Kid was. The poor soul needed a change, fast.

However the conversation quickly ended at that. The sound of horrified screams and the iconic laughter that both Liz and Kid recognized almost instantly, called for precise attention.

"What's going on Kid?" Maka asked.

"I take it that the visitors have arrived."

Liz crossed her arms and leaned against the door, giving Kid an enthusiastic smile. "You're really gonna scare your little girlfriend and let her see what you do for a living?"

Kid gave no answer.

Maka swallowed back an ounce of sudden fear. She noticed the emptiness that made its way back into his eyes… And Maka had no idea what to expect next.

GUESS WHO'S BACK?! Haha, miss me? Yeah probably. Well just like Kid said to Maka, I give you guys my sincere apologies. Fanfic hasn't been too heavy on my mind and writer's block and procrastination hit hard these last few months. But I am now back for good and I am kicking any distractions away because, I love writing and I need AND want to keep doing it.