Hello dear readers! This right here is a series containing a bunch of two or three shots (Like a one shot but a little longer) about Kima!

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine.

I ship Kima (Kid x Maka) Souliz (Soul x Liz) Crotty (Crona x Patty + Crona is a boy) and Tsustar (Tsubaki x Black*Star). I am also into the brotps: Kid & Black*Star (No yaoi though, It's a brotp), Kid & Crona & Maka as a trio (With Crona as their precious baby) and Black*Star & Patty.

Kima is the main pairing.

The series is called 'Tied with a ribbon' With every story showing a love story between Kid and Maka, that is in some way related to the two being tied.

Right now there are:

Tied by Words (on going) - Maka was always a bookworm. She loved books, but she never expected a book to love her back! When the right diary falls into the right hands, the two will soon find that they are tied by words, as well as fate.

Tied by Contract (complete, splitted to three parts) - What happens when Lord Death decides it's time for Kid to get hitched? and more importantly, will he get tied by contract to the right girl?

Tied by Responsibility (complete, splitted to three parts) - Well, she was his fake wife, but that was only for this mission! she was only tied to him by responsibility! Yea, thats it.

Anjoy!

Tied by Words, Part one.

Disclaimer: Shir A'her (The song) is not mine.

Not at the shore

Not at home or at the garden

Not thrown drunk at some bar

Not in a tent in the abundant

On an old bench I'll sit, in front of her house

To see her once again

Kid blinked hard to see in the moonless night. His inhuman eyes filled with human emotions once he saw her through her window.

Maka. She was his light in those shadows, someone that got him through his days, as rough as they might be. He would miss sleep for shinigami chores, but nothing could make him give up this habit of his.

For long periods he would sneak out to see her, even if she was oblivious to his presence. It was better this way, he thought. She would probably hate him if she knew; he was no better than a stalker.

He landed on the hard ground and sat down in between bushes, watching her go through her normal routine. She slowly lay down on her bed near the window, pulling out her book for the night and starting to read, casually sending her gaze up to the sky.

Why won't she ever look his way?

Not flowers

A basket of apples

Not a scared little pup

Or liquor in candy wrap

He's sitting under my window, playing away

I wish he would stay

Maka sighed and pulled out her book. It was a romance, told from the view of two lovers who fell in love with each other without knowing. He was a masked prince, she was a masked princess, and in their life they were only them, poor and alone. She slowly fell for the prince, and he slowly fell for the princess, but in the end they were the same as they always were, only given a second chance to fall in love.

For the one hundredth time that week she thought of Kid. His eyes, his hair, his smile. She would need no mask to hide him for her to realize how she felt, but he was far out of reach. Son of death himself, a god, not one to find her special in any way, right? He was miles out of her league.

"Romeo..." She whispered, carried by her fantasies, to a place where he did love her back. Kid's eyes glimmered in the darkness, but she didn't look their way.

And maybe she did wish for a mask of some sort.

If I could only

If only I could say

Ask if I can come up

Come up to me already

We wouldn't have ended sitting there all night

I am waiting and he doesn't get it

I am waiting and she doesn't get it

I'm waiting and they never do

...

It was just another day at the life of Maka Albarn, a fourteen year old girl with hair the color of sand and big green eyes, lost in between the pages of the book she had been reading for the last fifteen minutes.

"Come on, bookworm! You never play with us." Maka frowned and raised her eyes to the owner of the voice. Soul Eater Evans was a seemingly nice guy, not too flirty and not too oblivious, but Maka really didn't want to go there. His deep red eyes, sharp teeth and white hair were enough to form him a small fan club, and she refused to be associated with those girls. Not that she was any better, but that was an exception.

The one exception was, at her case, the guy that stood right next to Soul, named Death The Kid. The tall, white and raven haired shinigami focused his golden eyes on Soul's back, digging a hole into it. It was clear that he wasn't very into basketball, but he still played. The reason was actually Maka herself, but teasing her to join wasn't going to get them nowhere.

"NEVER MIND IT SOUL IT IS CLEAR THAT THIS PEASANT IS TERRIFIED OF FACING A MIGHTY GOD LIKE ME" Shouted a blue haired, short guy from the other side of the court. "Black*Star!" Kid hissed. With an ego the size of Moby Dick and the habit of referring to himself as a god, Black*Star had brought Kid, a real death god, to a state of annoyance so easily it was almost a second habit. This time it was even worse, since he picked on Maka too.

"I think I'll head home." Maka sighed and folded the corner of the paper. Kid noted to himself how naturally and symmetrically she did it, humming to himself as he watched her catch the keys Soul threw her and start walking in the direction of her apartment. Weirdly enough, Maka and Soul lived at the same apartment as roommates, as well as partners. That odd combination was on the one hand a source of many conflicts and fights, since Soul kept calling Maka names and she kept hitting him with books... on the other hand, it caused them to become best friends and one of the best teams in their school.

Kid was jealous of it, but he couldn't really do anything.

...

Maka's POV

I sat down at the table and opened my bag. It's going to be a while before Soul will come home, so I could spend the time on reading without getting disturbed.

The library recently got expended in the branches of history and privet notes, consisting mostly recent studies done on arachnophobia and the Kishin. Since most of the students, especially my team, had been involved in the cases, many, including myself wanted to lay their hands on the new books. And lucky for me, I got some.

I pulled out the books and placed a black notebook in front of me.

"Diary" the title said. 'I wonder who wrote it, it doesn't have a name anywhere' I thought, opening it on the front page.

'Do you normally read other's diaries?' I hummed. I wonder if it's a privet diary. It seems like the writer made a warning note, a little childish, but understandable.

'What? No!' The letters popped up on the page, out of thin air. I stared at them, trying to figure out what just happened.

'I talked to you.' It wrote. "Did the diary just-" I started. 'Yes.' It answered. 'A simple spell, really. I used it to avoid ever needing to physically write. Whatever thought I imply to this diary gets written down, and whatever thought that isn't mine, gets transferred to me.'

I blinked. So it's basically reading my thoughts?

'Yes'

It took me a while before I gathered the nerves to test the strange connection again, this time with more caution.

'Do you know who I am then?'

'How would I? You just popped into my head out of nowhere.'

'Can you tell me who you are?'

'How will I know you won't use this thing against me?' The diary answered.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I quickly closed the diary and answered it, revealing my annoyed roommate. "Don't even ask" He gestured, stepping into the kitchen. I fixed the books back in my bag, lingering on the black diary. 'I'll get back to it later'. I decided. Right now I had dinner to make.

...

Kid's POV

"Kid, what even was that today? I know you're not really into basketball but you never sucked so bad. You totally spaced out!" Liz, one of my two partners that is really more of a big sister to me, asked. I shook my head, trying to focus. "Kiddo-Kun was thinking about a girl!" The younger sister, Patty, teased. "A girl... it was definitely a girl." I hummed. "Wait really? Who is it?" Liz jumped, suddenly excited. "I told you he's not gay!" Patty commented. "Shut up please." I sighed before going up to my room.

That girl. I don't know how, but she's got my diary. I noticed it was gone but I assumed it was just thrown somewhere. How the hell did it fall to someone's hands? And more importantly, how can I get it back?

If she keeps the diary, it's sure to get me out of focus at the most random moments. For example, the game. Soul got mad at me and called it off, what if it happens while I am fighting? Studying? Talking to my father? I had to get it back, make her forget about it.

But I had a feeling she won't agree to return it if I won't tell her who I am.

Maka's POV

Now that I knew he could read every thought I apply to the diary, I took special care of keeping my thoughts to myself. It's weird to explain, but I found a way to control what passes to him- so even if I thought about the diary I didn't actually talk to it. He did the same, trying to keep his worries away from me. That was another reason I had to control it, I'm not a bad person- I didn't want to cause trouble. But that doesn't mean I'll give it up easily.

I have a feeling something great will grow out of this.

...

Stein's classroom. Usually I read books at his lessons, but today I had something... different.

'Hello? Can you hear me?' I called inside of my head, looking down at the diary. I took my time to wrap it yesterday, so even if the owner sees me he won't notice.

'Let's play a game'

I held back my surprise. 'What do you wanna play?' I asked.

'Hints. I need hints to figure out who you are.' I hummed at his suggestion. I wasn't stupid enough to just tell him things about me, who knows what he'll do with it, who even is he?

'I will play too.' He suggested. Then again, what do I have to lose?

...

"Well, if I'm gonna pick up random details about you; I need to call you by name."

I sat under a tree in school's meadows. In one hand I held my sandwich, and on the other the open diary. It wasn't rare for me to read at lunch breaks, nor was it for me to eat alone. I was always a girl that needed her time alone, so none of my friends bugged me. Perfect.

"A name huh? How about... skulls." The diary offered. "Too Gothic." I cancelled. "Um... sniper?" I sighed. "You sound so boyish!". The diary drew me an awkward smile. "Well, at least you don't think I'm gay. I've had those too." I sent him a wave of guilt. "Its okay." he hurried to put me at ease.

She doesn't reply

He never hears my answer

Not hinting I should come

Not looking up at me

Playing under her window, a different song today.

Please don't go away

How was it? The song is in my native language, Hebrew- I did my best to translate it so it will sound good and not like a terrible pile of junk, so it's not a literal translation. Sorry! But the meaning of each sentence is still the same.

Song origin- Hebrew, Shir A'her/ Yoni Bloch

Lo mul hayam

Lo babait o bagan

Lo shikor al habar

Lo beohel bamidbar

Al safsal yashan baerev mul beita

Kedei lir'ot ota

Lo zer prachim

Salsila im tapuchim

Lo klavlav mefuchad

O liker im shokolad

Hu yoshev mul chaloni al yad psanter

Rak she'ishaer

Lu rak haiti yachol

Lu rak yacholti lomar

Lish'ol im efshar laalot

Bo taale elai kvar

Lo hainu yoshvim kol halaila

Ani mechake vehi lo mevina

[Ani mechaka vehu lo mevin]

Ani mechake vehi lo, lo baa

[Ani mechaka vehu lo, lo ba]

Lo megiva

Lo makshiv lay'uf tshuva

Lo romezet li lavo

Lo merim et mabato

Yoshev umenagen la shir a'her

Rak she'ishaer