Author Note: Well, yet again another story, and don't worry, I'm going to finish Masquerade Maid! I've gotten out of my writer's block. I've got some sad news for you though, this may be my last Multi-Chap fanfic, I'm going to start major writing because I can get my aunt to legally publish them at my age (13).

~Mik

Have you ever felt like the tears just keep coming, and that nothing will stop it? And when they do finally stop, it's for some horrible reason, like your friend's birthday? Or, the fact that you just got caught in the middle of the street, bare naked, because you just got raped? Well, none of that stuff happened to me, but, I can assure you, this is truly the story of how I fucked up.

I started crieing the day my mother died. That was May 12. That was supposed to be a happy day, the day me and Soul became partners and every year toasted to it for unknown reasons.

But, after three days of non-stop gushing and hiccuping, Kid stopped counting the days in hope that it either ended in exactly eighty-eight hours or eight days. I got excused from all my classes, and was home all the time, wearing a pair of pajama pants, one of Soul's T-shirts, hugging a pillow and biting as the tears came, watching rerunds of The Waltons

After a week, I dried up. I guess it was like the water works man decided he wanted to take a vacation.

Then, came the funeral. I wasn't sure how I was going to react to that, so instead of the possiblity of Papa dragging me home, I persuaded Soul to come with me. He wasn't happy about that one.

"Just pull it together and stop crying," He said, tapping his foot impatiently as i straightened his jacket and pulling at his tie. I was trying to avoid the funeral for so long, and it wasn't working out, because I knew one way or the other, Soul was going to drag me.

Finally, when I had nothing left on me or Soul to prep, I gave in and let Soul steer me towards his bike.

I've always liked riding on his bike, because it feels so cool just to hang there and feel like your on the top of the world while your speeding by and everything is standing still. But, I'll never tell Soul.

I hung onto him tightly and buried my head in his neck, taking deep slow breaths to not completely freak at the funeral. I barely noticed when we stopped, until Soul moved and I almost fell onto the ground.

"You can get up now," Soul said, removing his legs from either sides of the bike and pulling me upwords straight.

"So... Soul, I think I'm going to be sick," I said sudddenly, a wave of nausea crashing over me. He seemed to be just as uncomfortable as me.

"Don't worry too much Maka, and if they ask you to give a speech to your mom, throw in a couple of half-assed words and a few sentences about their favorite color or something and your done."

My mouth fell open as he said this, and I tried to push the thought out of my head, but their was something that kept popping up in my mind. There was three pictures kept in the apartment that weren't of Soul or me. The first one was of Black Star that he had superglued to the wall, so we couldn't remove it, then one of me and my momma when I was five and another that showed Soul and what I assumed to be his family.

That was the picture.

"Are you coming?" Soul was already half-way across the cementary when I noticed that I had been standing in front of the bike with a really stupid expression on. I quickly jogged up to him.

The funeral happened a lot worse than I thought it would. Papa made a fool of himself by saying over and over again how much he'd miss his wife and he'll never get over the fact that she mistaked him for a bad man when he was really doing it for her well-being.

Then, I had to give a speech. As soon as I got up there, I chocked. It felt like everybody was just staring and staring, never stopping. And when I peeked in the casket I saw Mama's lifeless face, staring ahead, a small locket with her initails intwined in her hands.

In the front row I could see Papa still sniveling and Soul give me a quick flash of a smile. I took a deep breath. I could do this.

"My... Mama was a strong woman-" My voice was shakey and weak, I cleared my throat and continued. "She was always there for me, whether it was because I had been pushed in the mud, or some kid had started shouted cuss words at me, she was there for me.

"And, even when she left, I could tell, she was just watching, she knew if I would screw up, she could sense it. She would send postcards in the mail that said little messages; little sayings. Bravery. Affection. Live, Laugh, Love. Addiction.

"I'll miss my Mama, but..." I looked into the coffin, resting on her cold hands, black nail polish chipped and splattered. "I think she'll do better in the next life."

I couldn't think of anything else to do, or include, so I stepped calmly back over to my seat, falling next to Soul. I flet my face just fall into the lines of blankness. I had accepted it. My mother was dead. And I didn't care.

Back at home, I didn't do anything, I just sat down on the couch and stared out the window. Water splashed agaisnt the pane and down the glass and I got up to close the blinds.

I made a face as I found Soul taking up the whole couch, his jacket discarded on the back of a chair and his fingers playing with a strand of his hair.

"Soul, move," I grunted. He didn't budge. Okay, time to do this manually.

I lifted his arm, and put it on his chest, holding the side of him still with my knee. He smirked, and I could tell that he knew exactly what I was trying to do. I grabbed ahold of his ankle and pulled it to the ground, followed quickly by his next one, and stopped.

He wasn't objecting. He was waiting.

Quickly, I sucked in breath and smiled. "Dick."

"I take that as a compliment," he said, bowing slightly.

I smirked, completely thrown off my how he was reacting. He was acting cool about this whole thing, even though one wrong move and he would be on top of me.

Ah, I get it now, he's waiting to see how I would react if that would actually happen. I grabbed his wrists and pulled. He didn't move.

Damn, he was heavy.

I lifted his head with one hand and tried to yanked on his wrists, trying to keep my balance.

Of course, I should warn you, you should probably only do this unless your a wife trying to get your husbands whore off the couch, or your a perfrossional wrestler, and since I'm neither, it ended badly.

Soul ended up on top of me, and the last thing I saw before I blanked out for a second was his look of surprise and his neck snap back in whiplash.

I blinked her eyes open, staring at Soul's crimson eyes. "Hello Soul."

"Hello Maka."

My eyes traveled from his eyes to his neck, slowly to his torso and then down to wear he was resting, sitting on top of me.

"Get off me," I growled, trying to push him forward. Of course, he just happens to be blocking me and I couldn't get him further than half a centimeter. Obviously, because this time he wasn't being cooperative.

"I don't think so, I rather like this position," He whispered, resting his head on my neck and chest area. "Actually, I think I'll take a nap."

"SOUL!"

"What? Need something else? I told you, I'm not moving."

I grit my teeth together and stared at the ceiling. I considered telling him to fuck off, but, that would result badly. My thoughts began to stray, and I had completely forgotten about Soul's orginal question, so when he asked me again, I had replied hastily.

Fuck up uno (one) "Kiss-"

Suddenly I felt his mouth pressed against mine, moving hard against it. I closed my eyes, forgetting about everything else. This was definitely too good to be counted into this day.

He broke it, shrugging. I frowned. He was still on top of me, so obviously that meant he was still considering the nap thing.

"Why'd you stop?" The words exited my mouth before I had a chance to even analyze them, think about it logically. I covered it with my hand quickly and blushed.

He yawned and smiled. "I thought you were Maka Albarn, not some robot taking over her body, I'm fairly certain Maka Albarn should be denting my head pretty far right now."

"I c-can't reac-ch a b-book," I stammered, looking around, the nearest book being a small paperback phone book.

"I see, so your not possessing Maka Albarn's body with an evil demon? What's your favorite color?"

"Violet. My favorite book is The Time Traveler's Wife and it's also my favorite movie," I crossed my arms. "Happy now?"

He answered by pressing his lips against mine again. I felt him grin into the kiss as I found his hair and dove my hands in it, trying to find the perfect spot for my hands. But, it was like a fluffy pillow, everywhere is perfect.

There was one thing that was still bugging me, and it was from earlier, when he had been totally cool about the funeral. And that picture that kept flashing up.

I broke the kiss, ready to ask him about it, to figure out why he kept the picture if he hated his family. I still remember when he told me that.

He moved his lips down my neck, placing small butterfly kisses here and there. I shivered.

"S-Soul, I g-got to a-ask you something."

"What?" He sat up, looking down at me with concern.

"T-the picture, the one with you and your family. Why do you keep it if you hate your family?" I moved my hands to point to the small picture that was held in frame on the matel.

His smile slowly dropped, and his eye color shifted. I tried to act normal but his response sent chills down my spine: "I don't want to talk about it," He looked away, and for a second I could've sworn I had seen something, a flash of sadness? "How about that nap now?"

I nodded hastily as he laid his head in my neck, breathing softly against my neck. He was my personal blanket I realized. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts while I drifted to sleep.

When I woke up, I was surprised. I was cold, and the heavy thudding of rain had stopped, and my neck was so fucking sore I could've sworn that it would never be straight again. Groggily, I looked around, noticing the clock that read four fifty-six fuzzily.

I laid back down on the floor, trying to remember exactly why I had fallen asleep. Everything just seemed to slam down into my head momentarily and I groaned into the floor.

"Get up."

I felt something thud into the back of my head and I snapped up, ready to attack anyone and everyone.

What I found definitely was definitely not what I wanted to see. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, hoping to dear god that I was seeing illusions. "What are you doing here Papa?"

I nodded awake. I kept drifting back asleep, until I felt a light flick on the back of my head and saw Soul smiling from the couch, and I turned bright red and sat up.

I pulled myself onto the couch, watching as Papa paced around out apartments living room. "Maka, my angel, why... why would you do something that disgusting with this... octopus!"

"Octopus?" Soul cried from beside me, pulling at his hair. "If anything, I'm a squid. GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT!"

"Papa, define disgusting." I said blearily, rubbing my eyes.

"You had sex with this... squid."

"You know, on second thought, I like octopus better, go back and say octopus in that sentence, I don't like squid as much as I thought I would," Soul said simply.

"Shut it Soul," I growled. I pushed my fingers against my temples. "Why would you think that we were... doing that?"

"I found him on top of you! And you two were sleeping! With each other!"

I had an urge to push him out the nearest window. Straight after that, I got a different idea, and idea that stuck me odd but, also made me smile. I wanted to see how fair I could push him.

"So what if we did?" I asked, crawling into Soul's lap. Sensing what I was up to, he rested his head on top of mine and wrapped an arm around my waist.

Papa's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water and I smirked. He had no way of countering that, I'm pretty sure he did the sin at fifteen, if not before that.

He yanked me up by my arm. "Maka Jane Albarn, I forbid you from 'fooling' with this boy any longer."

I grasped my arm and pushed him away from me. "Look at that, you can't even get my name right! And so what if I did it with Soul! At least it wasn't with everybody else in this fucking universe like you. What, all the sudden you have to be a good parent by taking away the one thing that's good for me? What about Liz and Kid, Kid's got to be at least a hundred god damn years old, and Liz is fooling with him, isn't that wrong? Do you see Lord Death going around saying that Kid can't be with her because he's too old for her? No."

I crawl back into Soul's lap, resting my head against his chest. He closes his eyes and slows his breathing. I can feel Papa step across the room and then the door slam close.

"Awesome rant," Soul said, nuzzling the top of my head.

"Thanks," I said, blushing heavily.

Author Note: Well, there you go, my first overly sappy cutesy chapter.

Well, special thanks to: Evy, for being a fantastic best friend and being there forever. I promise I'll write the book and dedicate part of it to you!

B.V. The Epic for being my cooperative Beta-reader and friend! (Still sorry about that mean review)

And my readers!

~Miki