Chapter 12

Accepted, Loved, Desired.

A/N Hello Everyone

This is sadly the last chapter of this story. I have a surprise for you lot though so be sure to check at the A/N at the bottom of the page for it.

Also yay! me for updating so fast and completely ignoring what I said in the A/N at the beginning of last chapter!

Now to the story!

Kid pulled back and smiled at me, it was a smile that spoke more words than a thousand paged book. He held out his hand for me, which I gladly accepted, delighted to feel that strange skin of his again. As our lips had been pressed together it felt like kissing the softest silk, or rather kissing what I thought a fluffy white cloud would would feel like. His taste too had been exquisite, he tasted like chocolate but not that really sweet milky chocolate, no he tasted like rich, dark, slightly bitter chocolate, it was divine. Just like the rest of him.

So , as I grasped his hand in mine tightly and felt that soft, perfect skin of his I couldn't help but smile up at him. Only to realize he was smirking at me. Dammit! Damn him , does he have no sense of privacy?

"I do actually, but in my defense it's really easy to pick up on your thoughts, their very imaginative in their descriptions of things, especially me." his smirked turned into a grin as he dodged my hand that was trying to punch his arm playfully.

By now he had led me up the steps to the massive white and black marble doors of his palace, he pressed that hand that wasn't holding mine to the door, which in turn swung open. I suppose I should have guessed that his palace would have been extravagant and … symmetrical.

The room had high ceilings and the same black and white color scheme as the Gallow's mansion had, this was just on a -much- larger scale. The floor was covered in white tiling which was covered by a rectangular fluffy black rug in the middle of the room. The room was lit up by a crystal chandelier, one of those really old fashioned ones you'd expect in a Victorian century ballroom. The walls were hung with beautiful, symmetrical paintings which must have cost a good million each, if not more. But there was one painting which caught my eye, the only asymmetrical one in the room alone on the east wall.

The painting was of a women, a beautiful women, holding a child. The child's face couldn't be seen very well, only the golden eyes that peaked through the bouquet of black and red flowers which he grasped between his fingers lightly. It was a beautiful painting and it had my full attention, well until Kid wrapped his arms around my waste and rested his head on my shoulder.

"That's a painting of me and my mother in case your wondering who the women is. Her name was Astrea Emerald, she was one of the four Councils of the Protectores Vita. She married my dad when she turned 250, which is a relatively young age for a goddess or god, my dad was 500 years at that time. It was another 250 years before they had me." he paused to nuzzle my neck. " this was painted by Menrva, when I turned 100 years of age. Took ages to paint as I wouldn't sit still." he chuckled at that last bit but quietened when I didn't laugh with him. I did some quick math to try and determine how old his family could be. His mother was 500 years old when Kid was born and his father was 750 years old. Then 100 years later this was painted. Kid looked about 5 years old in the picture, which assuming that 1 year of development for a normal child was 20 years for Kid, meant that Kid, being 17 at the moment, would actually be 340 … years … old. I spun round and looked at him wide eyed, how could he even be 340 years old it made no sense.

"B-but how?" I stammered out the words confused, none of this made any sense. At all. Kid frowned lightly and let go of me only to link his arm with mine and drag me up the grand staircase. He led me down a hall and took a left. The hall we entered was short but at the end of it there was an ornate, ceiling high door. He pushed open the doors and I was baffled by what lay behind the doors.

The library seemed to defy the size of the palace. The ceilings were much higher than the height of the whole building. I couldn't even see the walls of this place as their were so many bookcases scattered all over the room. The floor was white marble with red carpeted bit with overstuffed armchairs and a red old fashioned couch. He led me over to them and pushed me down into the couch, then he sat down in one of the black overstuffed armchairs. He clasped his hands and smiled sadly at me.

"I'd love to explain it all to you but, the stories is one, to long , two, rather complicated and 3, only meant to be told to immortal beings, like gods, goddesses and wardens. And 4 I really just want to spend time with you." Kid went all mumbly on the last part and it was hard to quite hear but I stood up and hugged him anyway, he looked like he needed it. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap.

"Oh, I forgot to ask, now that your, you know, accepted and wanted, you think you can forget about what Damien said and go back to your old self ?" I pulled back from him, how could he think I could do that, I had already explained this too him.

"Kid-" he interrupted me by sealing his hand over my mouth and speaking instead. " Maka, I know you think they'll start again but they won't they've learned their lesson. Everyday you were gone either Soul or Black*star or even myself beat Damien in a duel. People whispered about him in the halls, teachers were cold to him. No one liked him anymore. Not forgetting about the way you kicked his ass when you came back. Besides," he paused and removed his hand from my mouth and leaned back further in the armchair. "You have me now." he smirked at that last bit. I grinned at him and held up one finger. "One condition, you explain all that stuff about Councils and the Protectores Vita." I smiled at him and waited for his answer. He took a while but after roughly 8 minutes, he slowly nodded. I grinned and leaned forward looking for a kiss to seal the deal.

****Narrators, authors, random PoV****

All it took was for Maka to be wanted, loved, desired, accepted.

That was all she wanted when she left,

after all,

to be accepted is all anyone wants,

right?

A/N Thank you for reading.

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