Author's Note: Hi, I'm the true Black Star. The one who's really boring in real life. It's true. I know. I'm the true Black Star, well, I'm not that boring in this fic. I sugested to the crew that after the series was over that we should get in a band. No one listened to me. Oh well. At least I have Fanfiction to tell what I had in mind...well not exactly. It's a little...creud. Oh well.

Rocking!
Rocking!
Rocking the world!
Rocking our soul!
Rocking your souls!
While you have the world on your shoulders!
We're here to hold his hands!
And hold hers!
And resonate the world!
Rocking!
Rocking!
Rocking the world!
Rocking our soul!
Rocking your souls!

This wasn't really one of their best songs, but the crowd went wild over it, so they decided to perform it as many times as possible. Right now, they were coming to the world's favorite part, when Maka wildy spun Soul's scythe form around her neck. If things were ever to go badly on stage, the couple always had their classic move to break out with to calm the disappointment. Each time it was performed was like everyone was seeing it for the very first time. At the end of the dance move, Maka would throw him up in air so that Soul could turn back into human form and get caught by adoring fans. (Therefore she wouldn't throw him too hard.) As soon as he was returned to the stage, they'd finish off their song.

Rocking!
Rocking!
Rocking the world!
Rocking our soul!
Rocking your souls!
Rocking!

The crowd screamed to the top of their lungs. The performance was a success.

"Thank you! Thank you all!" Soul yelled in the microphone.

"You're all very beautiful!" Maka yelled.

The two ran off stage to meet up with their manager, Spirit.

"Good job, Maka! That's my girl!" he cheered. "By the way, someone came here to see you. It's Assassin*Mystar."

Behind Spirit was Black*Star and his weapon, Tsubaki. They were also in a band with Mifune as their manager. This was their first time meeting Soul and Maka.

"Black*Star?" gasped Soul, coming to meet him.

"Yes, that's who I am," Black*Star replied. "Don't forget, my guitar player, Tsubaki."

"Nice to meet you." Soul shook hands with Tsubaki. She was wearing sunglasses, and refused to say anything other than, "..."

"So...what brings you here?"

"Eh, I just wanted to see you perform. I didn't know you were going to play that song though."

"What, you don't like it?"

"No."

"That's funny, we don't either."

"Then why...?"

"We wrote that song for fun, we never took it seriously, but the crowd loves it so..."

"Ah, I see. So...where's Maka?"

"She's over there. Hey, Maka, come here!"

Maka walked over to Soul and Black Sar.

"Hello," she greeted sweetly.

"Hi, Maka."

"Did you see our performance?"

"Yes, it was excellent, other than your song."

"I know. That song's not the best. I do have a goal to beat someone though."

"Oh yeah, who?"

"Death the Kid."

"I want Maka to marry him someday. Kid is a good boyfriend for her," said Spirit.

"Dad, I told you, I'm dating Soul."

"But you two never so much as kissed."

"You never kissed your girlfriend?" laughed Black Star.

"We...shut up," muttered Soul.

"Yeah, you shut up alright."

"Don't twist my words like that!"

"I don't know why you're twisting your words."

"Stop that!"

"Dude...quit talking to yourself..."

"Black Star!"

"Yeah, my name is Black Star."

"Guys, both of you shut up! It doesn't matter if Soul and Maka never kissed because Maka's going to marry Death the Kid!" announced Spirit. Maka hit him with a book.

"Dad! I don't even like him!" she screamed.

"Not...not even a little bit...?" whimpered Spirit. Maka shook her head. Soul wrapped his arm around her neck.

"She loves me, right, babe?" he commented. Maka nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

"Black Star, we're heading out. Wanna come with us?"

"Naw, I'm fine. Like I said, I came to watch you perform. Good job, tonight, guys," said Black Star as he walked away.

Soul and Maka walked into their van and drove off.

"So...what you planning to do when you get home, Maka? Spending some good ol' time with your daddy?" asked Spirit."

"I'm going to sleep," Maka responded.

"Oh..."

When Soul and Maka returned to their home together with their friend, Crona and his brother, Ragnarok, Soul took Maka into a room alone.

"I need to talk to you," Soul demanded.

"Soul...slow down..."

"No, I can't do this anymore. I can't be your acrobatic toy anymore. I'm quitting."

"What? No."

"Why not, Maka? I can't take it anymore. I can't stand being up on stage like that, Maka."

"Okay, I won't throw you anymore, I'll..."

"No, Maka. It's not just that. It's everything. I'm tired of performing, forcing a smile on my face, dancing, singing, I just can't do it, Maka. I just can't."

"Soul, come on, if you quit, what am I gonna do?"

"Perform by yourself."

"But, Soul, you give me courage on that stage."

"Oh? Then why do you throw me across the audience?"

"Because everyone loves it."

"And that's what I'm talking about, Maka. Doing something I don't like, or really don't feel like doing to make other people happy? I don't have it to give anymore."

"Soul, please stay. I can't do this without you."

"Can't you find something else?"

"No. This is what I do. This is my life, and my life's not complete without you."

"Well, be a star, without me and I'll be there to meet you in the back."

"Soul..."

"I'm sorry, Maka. I just can't do it anymore."

"But...but..."

"But nothing. I'm quitting."

"Wait, Soul! Please! Just...wait until I beat Death the Kid."

"Death the Kid?"

"Yes, when I beat his song, then you can leave. Do whatever you like. I don't care what you do. Just let me beat him first."

Soul stayed silent for a while. Death the Kid was a professional rock star while him and Maka were still amature rock stars. There was no telling how long it'd take to get up to Death the Kid's standards, not to mention that Maka never really treated Soul with the best respect. His lips almost breathed out a "no," but he couldn't. He still loved Maka and would do anything for her. So instead he responded,

"Alright. Until we beat Death the Kid. But when we do, you have to let me go, no matter what. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Author's note: That's all TheTrueBlackStar has to give for now. I know, I'm TheTrueBlackStar.