Three months ago the Kishin Asura was defeated.

One month ago the members of Spartoi, with the exception of Death the Kid, Liz, and Patty, graduated from the DWMA. Following their graduation Spartoi turned into Lord Death's advisory committee, along with Stein, Marie, and Spirit.

Death the Kid had no time to complete the little education he had received at the DWMA, as he had taken up the role of Lord Death. Liz and Patty followed him in his new role, remaining his primary weapons while also taking up secretarial roles.

But as always, life moves on...

Three months had passed since the defeat of Asura and nothing romantic had developed between Soul and Maka officially. They had shared a few close moments. Holding hands when it was simply for support, not for resonance. Soul's arm had somehow managed to find its was around Maka during their movie nights. But nothing more, nothing that would put a label on them aside from Weapon and Meister and Bestfriends.

"Soul?" Sighed Maka, barely audible over Soul's piano playing.

"Yes, Maka?" Replied Soul. He stopped playing and transformed his right leg, which had been resting as a piano scythe over his left knee, back into a leg. He leaned back on the couch while looking over at Maka who was standing in the kitchen.

She sensed some sass in his voice but chose to ignore it, finding it probably would not be the best idea to start bickering right before asking him a favor.

"Teach me how to play the piano!" She squeaked, immediately second guessing herself for saying anything.

"Oh?" Soul smirked. He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets, and began walking towards his room.

"Im serious." Her voice did sound serious and he could feel her soul waver.

"You know it takes years of training to be able to play an instrument like this." He looked over his shoulder back at Maka. He was standing in front of his door, hand on the door knob.

"I don't need to be good! I just want to learn a little bit of basics so I can understand it!"

Soul could feel the pull of her soul. She wanted this, bad, and who was he to tell her no? She was his meister. She was his best friend. And he was the one who had pointed out months ago that his music, they had made together. So why not?

"Tonight after dinner?" Soul sighed, turning back to his door to hide his smile.

"Thank you!" She squeaked again, begining to bounce up and down, suddenly deciding that despite her hatred of fish, salmon would be for dinner.

"Well, you certainly have changed. I'd never have expected you to be okay with this," said Kid.

He was sitting on a stool at a table in the Death Room, coffee mug in his hands though he hadn't taked a sip yet. Sitting across from him was Spirit Albarn, his Death Scythe.

"As much as I'd love to complain, Soul Eater has come a long way. He has protected my Maka countless times, and if he is going to shadow another Death Scythe in the field, he might as well shadow the best." Spirit gave a cocky grin and a thumbs-up to Kid. "Plus, then if he lays a hand on my Maka it will be easier to make his life a living hell."

Kid chose to ignore the last comment.

"Well then, I will offer him the apprenticeship tomorrow morning during my meeting with him and Maka."

"What about Maka, what is her offer?"

"Well, I'd like to keep her in Death City as well. She will remain Soul's Meister as well as one of the top members of my advisory committee. I would like her to shadow Marie and Stein. Marie is in the second trimester of her pregnancy, she will only be able to teach the first half of next semester. Maka is the perfect person to take over Marie's and Stein's teaching positions once the baby arrives."

"My Maka, a teacher, this is perfect! She will get to work so close to her papa!" Spirit's eyes began to tear up, but he got control of it and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Wow, a year ago you would have been full on water works by now. Let's just hope they both accept their offers."

"That really was delicious." Soul was washing dishes in the sink, hoping to delay Maka's first piano lesson as much as possible.

"Yes! Now my lesson, Soul!" She grabbed his elbow and pulled him away from the sink, "Come on!"

"Okay, okay," Soul grunted, while drying off his hands on a towel then pointing to the couch, "Sit down."

Despite him telling her to sit down, she didn't. She stood waiting for him. Finally, he walked over to the couch and sat right in the middle. Maka sat a couple feet away to his left.

"Too far. If I'm gonna show you the basics you're gonna need to be right next to me."

"Oh, okay," she mumbled while blushing as she scooched closer to him.

Once she was close enough he moved his right leg and rested it over his left knee, transforming it into a piano scythe that stretched across both of their laps. Maka brushed her fingers across the keys in front of her before puting her hands in her lap and waiting for him to speak.

"Normally, we wouldn't start in front of a piano. You need to learn how to read sheet music to know what to play. But I'm going to teach you in my style. I am going to explain how the piano works, we can play a few notes, then next time when its earlier in the day, we can go over the boring stuff," Soul continued to explain the half steps that occur between each key, the importance of chords, and how his playing differs from the traditional chord progressions. Had Maka not been secretly reading about music, she would have been lost. But her secret studies helped her pick up on the significance of what Soul was showing her.

"Play a note," he told her.

"Uh, okay," she hit a key, and held it.

Soul began to play the keys on his side, harmonizing with the note she was holding until it faded out.

"Another."

He continued to play melodies on top of the notes she was hitting. After a few more notes he turned to his left to face her, resting his left arm on the back of the couch behind Maka.

"Single notes can provide a great foundation, but even better is a chord," He leaned into Maka a little bit, moving his left arm from the back of the couch to around her back, resting his left hand on the left side of her waist. He used his right hand to move the fingers of her right hand onto the keys for a G Major chord. Once her fingers were in position he slid his right hand over hers, their fingers lining up and he played the chord through her.

She found the chord absolutely beautiful.

She turned and smiled at him. He quickly realized that their faces were only a couple inches apart. His right hand still on hers, and his left hand still resting on her waist. He felt a need to lean into her, for their lips to meet. He could feel a small spike in their resonance and decided it was too much for tonight. He tilted his head down and smirked, knowing that she felt it too. He moved his hands off of her and into his pockets while leaning back into the couch.

"We should probably head to bed, meeting with Kid in the morning, right?" He looked up to see Maka, beet red.

"Oh yeah! 9:00 AM in the Death Room." She looked away, trying to hide her blush and the smile that rose when she realized that Soul had also felt the spike in resonance, and also seemed to be smiling about it.

Soul transformed his leg back into, well, a leg and stood up. He turned to Maka, both of them still smiling.

"Goodnight Maka."

"Goodnight Soul."

He turned and walked to his room. It wasn't until his door clicked shut that Maka practically fell over on the couch where she remained for the next ten minutes simply thinking about that smile on Souls face, all because of a little resonance spike. Finally, she got up and went to bed, still smiling.