A/n- I've been planning to write a SoulxMaka for aggessssss. I think this pairing is so cute, so I was really excited when I first started writing this. This has gotta be one of my longest chapters ever! I hope you guys enjoy this story, and I have plenty of story and chapters to come! :D

Soul. The face of cool. As he'd put it… A chuckle. A toothy grin, that's so cute, yet radiates a sense of deviousness. Maybe that's just that's just the way he is… A sigh.

...

Maka walked up the large hallway, and let herself into the apartment door.

"Soul?" Maka called out for him. "Soul? You home?"

Maka stood by the door. Breath hitching slightly. Why was she feeling like this…?

"Soul? Hello?"

Maka walked up to his bedroom door, and knocked. There was no answer, so she quietly slipped in. Soul wasn't in there. Great. So he's still not home? I want my dinner soon! I can't eat without him… The room was a mess. She looked around her, clothes and books scattered about the floor. She desperately wanted to tidy it away… but she knew how Soul felt about her going in his room. She'd just have to slip in some subtle hints over dinner to get him to… to do what again? Oh yeah, to tidy his room.

She slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I guess I may as well do some studying while I wait for him to come back… Maka walked into her room, leaving the door open half way. She wanted to be able to hear when Soul came back in. Opening her wardrobe, she pulled out a pair of skinny blue denim jeans and a purple long sleeved top. She quickly changed into them, hanging the clothes she wore to school on her wardrobe door.

The blonde girl sat at her desk, opening a large hardback book, and began to read from where she left off.

…

Maka was stooped over the book, eye lids heavy and feeling a slight fatigue. She took a sip of water from a glass on her desk, and woke herself up a bit. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she read the time. 20:21. Great. If he doesn't get home soon, he's cooking for himself!

Maka stood, picking up her glass, she went to refill it. Two minutes later she was back to swatting, this time feeling a little more awake. Then she heard the front door clicking shut, and footsteps, approaching her room. Man he's dead…

"Maka..?" Soul appeared at the bedroom doorway. Maka turned her chair round, facing the white haired boy standing at her door.

"What?" She almost snapped. Crap. My tiredness is making me crabby.

"About being so late," Maka had to keep a lot of restraint to hold herself back. "Something came up…"

"What something?" Oh man, I better calm down. It's not worth it…

"Shinigami-Sama had to speak to me… It was about an assignment, he's sending us on it this weekend."

Maka groaned. "Another assignment?" This question came out softer than the other two. Soul noticed this, and gasped a little. He was expecting to get hit over the head with aid of a hardback book now.

"Yeah, another one. In Greece. Just gotta chase down another bad dude. Same as always." He was now leaning on the door frame.

"So this shouldn't be too easy then right?" Maka said sarcastically, smiling wickedly at Soul, which he returned with his infamous grin.

"Definitely not." He winked.

"So how does dinner sound?"

"Pretty good actually." Soul's stomach rumbled and growled, as if in response to this.

"Hehe, right on time!" Maka laughed; standing up, she bookmarked her page, and shut the book. She lead Soul out of her room, shutting the door behind her and walking into the kitchen.

Soul followed closely behind her, patting his stomach every time it made a gargling sound. Maka turned to him.

"So what do you want?"

Soul was slightly taken aback, considering usually they'd argue about cooking duty. Why was she being all sweet all of a sudden?

"Honestly.. I don't care. As long as I get something in my stomach soon!"

Maka smiled slightly at him now.

"Okay, I'll surprise you then!"

"Usually your cooking is a surprise…" Soul muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing!" Soul turned away from her now, cheeks flushing red slightly. "I think I'll watch some TV while I wait…"

"Okay, hopefully it won't take too long!" Maka called after Soul as he walked out of the room.

Soul plopped himself down onto the sofa, pressing the stand by button on the TV remote. He flicked through what seemed like dozens of channels before finally picking a music channel playing punk rock hits.

He sat back and put his arms behind his head, humming along to the music, which he'd turned up quite loud. He was half expecting Maka to yell at him, telling him to turn it down; but that never happened.

He got through around 3 or 4 songs before Maka's voice filled the room.

"SOUL!" Soul stood up now, smelling the aroma of his dinner, which caused his stomach to growl at him. "DINNER'S READY!"

"COMING!" Soul shouted back.

He walked through to the kitchen, sitting up at the table opposite Maka. Before him was a bowl of noodles, with a separate bowl of salad beside it. He breathed in it's scent before thanking Maka and devouring it all at the speed of light.

Maka was still only about half through hers, when she looked up at him.

"Nnnn. D'you want seconds?" She tried to force the words out over a mouthful of food that was pushed to the side of her mouth.

"Nah, I'll wait for you to finish first, after all, that's what a cool guy like me would do right?" Soul smiled his special grin, and Maka began to giggle.

"Okay, if you're sure!" She said, before finishing the process of the devouring of her own dinner. "Oh, and before I forget... Tidy your room up.."

"YOU WENT IN MY ROOM?"

"No, I just peeked round the door to see if you were in, honestly, I didn't touch anything!"

Soul was now fuming and red.

"YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?"

"Yeah.. Pretty sure..."

"Fine! I'll tidy up!"

…

Maka and Soul were sat in the living room, Propped on the sofa. Once again Soul flicked the TV onto his music channel, while Maka sat down with a book. They sat next to each other, but with a distance of about ¾ of a metre apart. It was like there had been a line drawn, separating the intellectual from the musical.

The commercials started, and Soul turned to face Maka.

"You're always reading Maka, why don't you chill out a bit more and watch a DVD with me or something?"

"I like reading!"

"Surely reading 24/7 gets boring after a while?" He chuckled to himself.

Suddenly Maka saw red and closing her book, she threw it at Soul's head. He ducked out of it's way, and then they started shouting at each other about the book throwing being un-cool and the tormenting being annoying.

"Anyway, like I said. Do you wanna put on a DVD or something?"

"Yeah, I guess that could be fun… What do you have in mind?"

"What about… Pyscho?"

"The horror film?"

"Haha, yeah that one."

"Oh… I don't know…"

"Come on, it's only a film, nothing's gonna eat you or stab you any time soon. Maybe on a mission, but I doubt it." He joked at her, once again she didn't take this well, but not having anything dangerous to throw at him, she just glowered at him from the other side of the sofa.

"Fine. I'll watch it with you. But don't be surprised if I can't carry on watching it!"

Soul chuckled.

"Don't worry. Soul will protect the chicken." He grinned widely.

"Grrrrr." Maka was fuming now. She began hitting him with her fists, showing no mercy.

"OWW," Soul shoved Maka away, "That was uncalled for!"

"You need to stop patronising me Soul! It gets on my nerves!"

"Yeah I'm sorry, that was also uncalled for." He rubbed his shoulders, wincing. "Oww that's gonna leave a bruise."

Maka leaned forward and hugged Soul, causing him to gasp.

"Sorry Soul." She spoke from over his shoulder. Soul returned the hug, grinning slightly now.

"I forgive you. Now let's get this film on!" He pulled away from the hug and ran out of the room.

Maka stood up stretching, and walked into the kitchen. She switched on the kettle, and got out two mugs. Placing them on the side she poured the boiling water into them. She reached up into the cupboards, and pulled out two sachets of hot chocolate.

"Maka?" Soul's voice came from the other room.

"What is it?" She called back.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting some food and drinks, is that okay with dear old Soul?" She replied in a mocking tone.

"Sounds good!" He called back, ignoring her mockery.

She turned back to the mugs; poured the powder into the water, and stirred. Then she reached into another cupboard and pulled out two bags of revels, and shut the cupboard.

"Could you give me a hand?" She called out to Soul.

"With what?"

"Help me carry this into the other room!"

Soul appeared at the door, a small smile on his face.

"What needs carrying?"

"The sweets." She motioned to the bags sitting on the counter, before picking up the mugs.

"Hot chocolate?"

"Yup."

"Cool." Maka smiled over at him as he followed her out of the room with the bags of sweets.

They sat down on the sofa, the DVD already set up. Soul pressed play and they sat back.

…

The high pitched screechy music sounded in the room, the woman on the TV screen screaming. Maka was literally shaking, and had hidden her face in Soul's shoulder. He seemed oblivious to the fact she was just a friend, and before long he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a protective embrace.

"I don't like it!" She mumbled into his shoulder.

"I can tell.." He chuckled.

"That's not helping!" She whacked him in the chest.

"Owww! You're really violent!"

"You're really annoying!"

Blaire sat on the metal railing, outside the window, watching as they sat in a sort of cuddle, and she frowned.

Why does he have to sit in there with her? I want him to play with me..!

She stalked along the railing, and jumped down onto the street.

Maybe I can get some fish for free from the guy down the street!

Blaire purred, and ran off along the street, leaving the two be.

A/N- I think this may be the beginning to some actually imrpoved writing! :D

1,000,000,000,000 cookies to the reviewers, hope you wait for the following chapters! 8D