"Yeah, I REALLY didn't want you to leave."

Maka giggled then said "Obviously! Any-who I know this really good diner just down the street. I didn't really want to eat anywhere fancy anyway. It's usually not too crowded so we should have the place to ourselves, especially this late at night. Your ranting took a while!"

"Here, get on." Kid told Maka as he summoned Beelzebub from his hand. Maka gave him a look of apprehension, then a look of exasperation.

"Okay, just as long as you hold me the same way you did last time!" Kid gave her a warm smile and held her waist tightly.

"Here we go."

Maka's POV

We touched down, wind swirling around our faces. I smiled at him and said, "We're here." Kid looked up at the sign, its neon's flashing the name brightly.

"Death Diner, eh? I think I might have eaten here once… I don't really remember." Kid muttered.

"Trust me, you're going to love it! It has an old diner theme and nobody really goes here anyway so we'll have the place to ourselves at this hour." I bubbled excitedly. "Well… if you say so… we can always go-" I shushed him in the middle of his sentence. "Let's go already, I'm starving!" I pulled him towards the door and pushed through.

Kid's POV

Whoa… this place is awesome! I feel like I just took a step back in time. The floor was of a checkerboard design of black and white tile. With a bright red soda bar, black and silver stools lined the side, complete with old fashion taps. Booths made of red leather and steel were place back-to-back on the side next to the windows. White shades cover the windows contrasting against that shiny black tables that were between these booths. A giant jukebox was on the back wall, the machine seemed to be the centerpiece of the entire restaurant, it's lights were glowing bright against the white tiled walls, the books flipped with ease showing off the music that was in store. I felt transfixed by it. Maka pulled me towards the counter and rang a small service bell

"Hey Aunt Marge, You There?" she yelled behind the counter.

"My Maka! I haven't se- who's this boy Maka?" An older woman with curly auburn hair and glasses came to the counter.

"Aunt Marge this..." Maka started

"Kid, Death the Kid. And you are?" I finished.

"Well… my that is a most peculiar name isn't it?" 'Aunt Marge' took her glasses off rubbed her eyes then proceeded to say

"Three white stripes only on the left side of his head? Well in all of my days I have never…"

"I KNOW I'M A MONSTER!" I sobbed,

"I'm gross a-a-and disgusting I don't know what you see in me!" I muttered uselessly, I am a monster for being so asymmetrical.

Aunt Marge's POV

What. The. Hell did I do to make this boy need an exorcism?