Hey its me Nasu! No I'm not dead! This is a KiMa with the theme of a fairy tale, one in particular for this chappie. I will identify it at the end, but try to guess and tell me if you figured it out. Some chappies will have numerous fairy tale themes. Enjoy 3

PS: This is a Disney movie, not necessarily a fairy tale, but its a classic so you will probably know it.

I DONT OWN SOUL EATER

A certain someone's POV

I hopped the concrete walls. It wasn't a easy as it looked and I ended up tearing y outfit in some places, but that made it look more convincing. I threw up the hood of my disguise, covering the bands of white that encompassed half of my raven black hair. If anybody saw these...I would be a dead man. I tiptoed quietly past the guards that were stationed here and there and tried to blend in as I trudged to the Market Place. The sun was high in the sky, having explored over half of the sky since I started my perilous adventure, when I finally reached my destination. The Market Place was known for its abundance in exotic products and resided in the heart of the city. I inhaled deeply, bringing in the scent of tropical fruits, a strong aroma of exotic spices and the tempting smell of baking bread that coated the back of my mouth pleasantly. I saw many women fawning over the overpriced jewelry and silks and exotic treasures from far-away lands. Nobody had noticed that I didn't belong here. I heard the all too familiar clatter of metal armor and I ducked into a tiny, almost unnoticeable, space between an building and a shop selling lightly roasted nuts. "We've got to find him. His Royal Majesty will have us beheaded if we don't find him today, that Trickster." I heard a guard say to his fool companions.

"So you're runnin from the fuz huh?" I heard someone say next to me. I jumped, unaware that someone had joined me in the concealed alleyway. There was a girl, around my age, wearing a worn black coat that stretched to just above her knees. Her shirt and pants seemed to be made of the same material, black worn fabric with plenty of holes. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in pigtails, framing her intelligent and playful green eyes. She was smudged with dirt and the way she styled her hair was sloppy and messy and she had the vague shadow of a black eye, but that didn't make her look even less stunningly beautiful. She looked like an angel that got mixed up with the wrong crowd. It intrigued me. "Maka Albarn. Wanted thief." She said, sticking out her hand. I tentatively shook it. "No time for your name, the guards will be around to check this alley if this statistical manual is right." She said, pulling out a book from the bag that I hadn't noticed around her. I recognized it as the manual for the captain of the guard. "We gotta get out of here." I heard steps tromping this way.

"They are coming." I hissed. I turned back towards her and she was gone. Did she just…ditch me?

"Are you slow or something? Grab hold!" She said and I looked up. She was dangling by the back of her knees from what looked like a broken metal ladder leading or to the roof of the building to our left. She was reaching her hands towards me. I grabbed on and she pulled me up with ease. Strong in the muscle department and looks department. I'm sold. "HAHA LOSERS!" She said once we were safe on the roof.

"Look up there!" A guard said

"Damn." Maka said, her victory cut short. "Follow me." She grabbed my hand and I couldn't help but feel elated as our hands touched. She dragged me along, both of us dodging spears and projectiles from the party of guards below. "Come on i haven't even stolen any jewels yet!" She pouted loudly, infuriating the guards. I laughed, almost covering the sound of the Captain screaming in rage and we lost them. Maka lead me to an old clock tower. We squeezed past the boarded up door into a slightly moldy and horribly trashed and neglected clock tower. She disappeared up a flight of dilapidated wooden stairs that looked like they would collapse any second. I followed her, piles of fluffy pillows (stolen), a few boxes of food (also stolen), and shelf of books (hey, guess what, those were stolen too). Maka clipped her bag to a clothesline that lead out of the slightly shattered face of the clock and to a nearby building. She released it, sending the bag flying to the building below. She noticed me staring at her and blushed slightly. "The kids need it more than me." She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Thief." I scoffed "More like charity.". Maka smiled sweetly and I practically melted. She ungracefully threw herself onto a pile of pillows and groaned in exhaustion. "Make yourself at home. You can stay as long as you want." I smiled "You know what…" She said and she straightened up "I don't even know your name." "Kid." I said smiling "Just Kid."

MAKA'S POV

It had been a week since Kid had come to stay with me in the clock tower and to be honest I was loving every minute of him...I-I mean it. I could barely contain the immense blush every time he looked at me, it was even harder when he smiled and oh God when he laughed I had to keep myself from swooning. The kids loved him too, with him helping me they got twice as much food and supplies. We were resting in the clock tower after a hard days work of pillaging and terrorizing, sitting side by side, eating apples. "Hey Kid?" I asked "Why do you wear that hood?" I gestured at his head.

"N-no reason." He said, lying. He always stuttered when he was hiding something from me.

"Well then what color is your hair?" I asked, moving closer.

"Black" He said, pulling a lock in front of his face so I could see. I turned my attention from him to the skyline of the city, an intricate looking castle dominating most of my view. "The people are lucky that get to live in that castle." He sighed when he saw me looking longingly towards it. "They don't realize how hard it is for people like you out here, in the real world, away from fancy butlers and servants and adoring crowds of butt-kissers." I looked at his, not expecting something so thoughtful out of him.

"What about you Kid?" I asked him, looking into those adorable amber eyes, filled with caring and kindness "It hard for you too." He started blushing.

"It will never be hard for me as long as I have you." I was surprised, yet again by this show of emotions. My face was bright red and felt like it was on fire. My heart skipped a beat and I entwined my fingers in his and angled my face up toward his.

"Then my life won't be hard either." He put his free hand on my cheek and tilted my face higher up and we brought our lips close together, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. We were jolted apart by a thump and the sound of splintering wood. We leapt to our feet, the moment we just shared feeling like it was years ago. "Guards!" I cried as they shot up the stair faster that I thought humanly possible. They surrounded me, taking no notice of Kid, who was pushed to the side roughly. I was the wanted criminal. The captain on the guard grabbed onto my arm.

"We finally caught you Albarn." He said. I spat in his face, getting a chuckle out of some of the guards that was instantly choked off by the captain's glare.

"Unhand her." Kid said, finally getting their attention on him. He gave them a determined stare. Something was different. His eyes were hard and cold, not full of the compassion and playfulness that had been there the past week .

"Or what." The captain said, glaring down at Kid. Stupid! You're going to get yourself killed!

"Unhand her by order of the Prince." He said, whipping back his hood, revealing three white stripes adorning his black hair. At least he didn't lie to me about that.

"Prince Death!" The guard said, bowing shoving me into a bow as well. PRINCE! THE MISSING ONE!

"I command you to release this commoner at once." he said, his voice, posture, his...everything oozing authority, demanding obedience and loyalty.

"Bu-but your Highness." Kid brought his face closer to the guard's, eyes squinted, daring him to disagree with him.

"Did I stutter?" He hissed. The guard shook his head, his face reading discomfort and anxiety. He reluctantly let go of my arm. "I thought not." Ki-Prince Death said. (*1*)

"I must warn you My Lord there will be consequences." One of the guards said.

"I am quite aware of that. Give us five minutes. This thief took something, and I need to get it back." He glared at me, his eyes reading dude-just-go-with-it-for-now. The guards left, but I didn't hear them retreat far from the door. Kid let out a sigh once they left us. He stood there awkwardly, as I looked him up and down. A prince...was going to kiss me…a commoner, a thief, someone who wasn't wanted by anyone, not even by my own family.

"So…" I said casually "you're a prince now."

"More like I'm not on the lam anymore." He returned awkwardly. "I'm sorry Maka." He said with a sigh after a few more seconds of awkward silence. "I just...had to get away from the castle. There is too much pressure, responsibility. You have to do this, do that, act like this. Its just…." He sighed again. He had the most adorable sigh. Snap out of it! He is the Prince. He is sooo far out of your league. "There is also this thing with a curse and my 16th birthday and my dad is making me get married in a few months or so and-" I snapped back to attention

"GET MARRIED! YOU'RE 15!" He smiled sheepishly.

"Being a prince is horrible. I was running away because I didn't want to be tied down so much. I want to see the world." He said, smiling faintly at the last part. "But I guess now I never will." I wanted to cry out to him that he didn't have to. To express my feeling of longing and tenderness to him, but I couldn't bring myself to. "This is goodbye Maka." He said and he brought my hand to lips and kissed it softly. He walked down the crumbling steps that I had so many memories of him on and walked out of the doorframe with crumbled wooden planks that once shielded our safe haven. He walked away with the guards, walking out of my life forever, but I would never let him walk out of my heart.

KID'S POV

Oh Maka. I thought, images of my darling goddess flashing through my mind. Freedom, not wanting to be tied down. I wish that was only what it was. Now I would never see her again for the rest of my life. I would have to worship my precious flower from afar, for the rest of my cursed existence. I smiled faintly at the joke I just made. Very cursed.

SO HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? R&R plz :3 Sorry, it might have some spelling errors XD I will upload the next chappie ASAP

(*1*) Laughing my butt off while writing this.

Hidden Theme: Aladdin (how many of you guessed it and when did you know? Comment plz)