A/N: Le gasp! I'm starting a new story? But key! you've haven't updated your other ones in so long! Well, let me just say that I know, I should be working on those but with a combination of wrighters block, too much stressful work (and family), your attention span, and turning obsessions i've got a mix of stuff going on that i'm sure you all also suffer from.

But I'm here to state that this is only a one-shot (as much as I hate them because I always want more and there isn't going to be 'more'), maybe a two-shot, but if it turns out to be more than that then it's going to be an "update whenever the hell I feel like" story. I have no obligations to finish this for there is no real plot planned with this other than a bunch of moments written down for the purpose of amusement and the idea not leaving my head (damn you overactive imagination and inability to fall asleep easily.)

Before you begin to read, I will warn you that this is somewhat AU and I'll be switching between the manga and the anime for things to use. Example: Shinigami-sama will merely be called Lord Death here, but the Academy will be called Shibusen instead of DWMA, only and ONLY because it's easier/less annoying for me to read/type.

Now enjoy.

Giggles of playing young children filled the air as the chased each other around trees in the neighborhood park. They hid and climbed and laughed but were sure to stay close so that they wouldn't lose their parents who were watching closely while conversing with one another. One particular set of mothers burst out laughing as a man with shoulder length red hair told a joke. He continued on talking in a flirtatious manner.

A girl hiding up in a tree with sandy blonde hair tied up in pigtails and a light blue dress with black sandals made multiple sounds of annoyance as she glared at the man.

"What's wrong Maka? Aren't you having fun playing with the biggest star around?" A boy with spiky blue hair and an outline of a star on his right shoulder shouted as he hopped onto the branch beside the girl. Maka rolled her jade green eyes at the boy.

"I'd be having more fun if papa wasn't flirting with other women who aren't mama. He's not even paying attention to me!" She complained.

"Well that's because you're not a big star like me! All you gotta do is be like me and then he won't be able to take his eyes off of ya! But don't be too much like me because there's only room for one star in this town!" the boy declared with a roar of laughter. Maka once more rolled her eyes and shoved the boy off of the branch. "OW!"

"Black Star, sometimes you're just way too loud." She mumbled. Suddenly her eyes light up and she smiled evilly. "Papa's been making way too many mistakes with me and mama lately. I'll just have to teach him a lesson he'll never forget!" As quickly and carefully as possible Maka climbed down the tree and landed next to Black Star on the ground rubbing his now sore but.

"Maka, you can be such a drama queen sometimes." Annoyed but his comment Maka straightened out her hand and chopped Black Star on his head. "OW!"

"Maka chop!"

"What was that for!"

"I'm not a drama queen, and ow!" Maka rubber her hand, "I think I should use something other than my hand when I do that." Black Star stood up and dusted off his pants. "Will you do something for me, Black Star?"

"I don't know, you're being awfully abusive today."

"You get to show off and be a big star." Maka sang.

"Allright! What's my job?"

"I'm going to run away for a while and I need you to distract everyone so that they don't notice me leaving."

"YAHOO! You got it Maka!" He threw his fists into the air and ran off to the center of the clearing and began making a speech about how awesome he is that no one can take their eyes off of him. Meanwhile Maka fell back into the darkness of the trees and began to run away from everyone.

Thirty minutes later she slowed down to a stop and panted heavily.

"There, that should be far enough for now." Maka smiled slyly to herself. "Now the question is what should I do now?" After a few seconds of contemplation she finally decided to walk around and maybe visit a few bookshops to read. After a few hours of reading in various bookstores, Maka finally decided that surely by now her father has noticed her absence and that he has learned his lesson.

"I hope that papa has learned his lesson." She muttered as she began to find her way back to the park only to realize that, "Oh no, I don't know where the park is!" she moaned in despair and sat down on a nearby bench. "My plan backfired! I'm in real trouble now." She looked up to the cloudy blue sky and sighed. "I'll just have to think of a way to get back there."

"I could ask for directions…no, I shouldn't talk to strangers." Maka bit her lip in concentration. "I could just wander around some more…but then I'd only be even more lost!" many ideas later Maka had given up and decided to just stay where she was, figuring that someone would find her eventually.

Time passed by though and not one person has come down the street, or even near it. Maka began to lose all hope when suddenly a childish voice spoke up from in front of her.

"You're pretty symmetrical for a human." (A/N: SQUUEEEEEEE! Just who could THAT be! ^.^) Maka's head automatically snapped up to look at the boy with wide surprised eyes. He was about her age and height with jet black hair which has 3 white stripes, one above the other, but only on the left side of his head and his golden yellow eyes was filled with curiosity and worry. Maka took note of the boys perfect posture as he stood observing her in his light blue tank hidden underneath a white short sleeved button up shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.

For what seemed to be a while they observed one another with curiosity is silence.

"You're kind of weird aren't you?" Maka finally stated after finally taking in what exactly it was that the boy said.

MEANWHILE!

"MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! BABY GIRL! WERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOU!" Maka's father, the man with shoulder length red hair, exclaimed once he overheard Black Star 'whisper' (not really) to a bunch of kids about how much of a hero he is for helping Maka run away from her father.

BACK TO MAKA!

"My name is Death the Kid, but you can just call me Kid." the boy sat next to Maka.

"Death the Kid? That's a strange name."

"That's what you get when your dad is the leader of Shibusen." Maka gaped at Kid.

"You're Lord Death's son?" Kid Nodded with a slight smile. "That's pretty funny, because my papa is Death Scythe." Now he looked surprised.

"You're Spirit's daughter?" Maka nodded. "Well where is he? I heard that he took a day off today." to this Maka had an annoyed and angry look on her face.

"Well, he was supposed to be watching me at the park, but he started flirting with a bunch of ladies that aren't mama and started ignoring me."

"Is that why you're here?" Maka nodded once more.

"I decided to teach him a lesson and ran away." Maka's frown as her head turned downward. "But now I'm lost and don't know how to get back to the park." Kid jumped to his feet.

"I know the way back to the park! I'll take you there." He smiled at Maka. She too got back on her feet and smiled.

"Really?" she practically tackled him with a hug, "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" a pink tint touched Kid's cheeks. He raised his hands up, confused as to how he should react.

"Okay, okay! I get it, now please stop making me so unsymmetrical!" Maka let go confused and then smiled.

"But you're already unsymmetrical." She pointed to the lined in his hair. Kid fell to his knees and covered his head with his arms.

"I know! I'm such garbage! I'm a shinigami for pete's sake and I'm not symmetrical at all!" Maka giggled and crouched down in front of him.

"I think it's kind of cool." Kid stopped in the middle of his rant and looked at Maka.

"Cool? Cool has nothing to do with this! I'm horrible!"

"But how can you be so horrible when you're so nice?" Kid sat and thought.

"I don't really know." Maka giggled once more and lent Kid her hand.

"Come on silly, you're getting dirty." Kid hesitantly took Maka's hand and was helped back to his feet. "Here, since it bothers you so much I'll fix your collar." She straightened out his collar while Kid fixed his hair and patted the dirt off of his pants.

"Th-thanks," Kid's blush grew when Maka took his hand into hers.

"Now lead the way Kiddo!" He wasn't all that comfortable with holding hands, but Maka was so happy compared to before he started talking to her and he didn't want to see that happiness go away, so instead he tugged her to follow him down the street that they were on and began a conversation on how weird the name of the street corner up ahead was. Finders' way.

Within minutes they had reached the park. "Wow," Maka whistled. "I am such an idiot." Kid laughed.

"You're not an idiot; you just have no sense of direction." Maka frowned.

"But that's almost the same thing isn't it?" Kid shrugged.

"Fine, you're an idiot when it comes to your sense of direction." Maka nodded. Up ahead she could see her papa sobbing heavily and being comforted by a bunch of women.

"Ch, idiot." Maka muttered.

"That's Death Scythe for you." Kid nodded. "Well," and sighed heavily, "I guess this is it. Bye Maka." Kid began to leave.

"Wait, Kid." Maka grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. "Maybe we can hang out sometime?"

"Like friends?" Kid asked curious.

"Of course!" Maka smiled.

"…I never had a friend." He admitted. Maka looked shocked.

"Well then, I guess I'll get to the your first." Her smile was contagious for it appeared that Kid caught it.

"Really?"

"Yea, silly!" Kid frowned.

"It'll have to wait though." Maka frowned as well.

"Huh? Why?"

"Today is the last day I'll be in Death City for a while. I'm going on a trip around the world to learn fighting techniques and other things." Maka looked sad but a small smile graced her lips.

"Then I guess you'll have to tell me all about it when you get back." Kid nodded with a small blush creeping up on him once more.

"Until then, I guess."

"You know where to find me!"

"See you at Shibusen." Kid waved and walked off. It was at this moment that Maka's father noticed her reappearance unfortunately.

"MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The man with red shoulder length hair scrambled over to Maka and picked her up.

"Oh, Papa!" Maka shouted in surprise.

That night Maka told her mother what happened and Death Scythe got a very powerful "Mama CHOP!" to the head.

Hoped you enjoyed it!

But to comment about Kid's personality as of now, there really is no guide to how they acted as kids (except for Black Star sort of) but I've decided that Kid's crippling OCD of symmetry wouldn't neccecarily kick in automatially and that as a kid he may have noticed these types of things with great interest, but the actual disorder wouldn't show until he fully realizes his role as a shinigami and how much responsability he has as the son of a shinigami. That's why he doesn't completly freak out and have a total break down here...I hope that makes sense.