"Soouuul! Come and play with me!"

The insistent whine of Blaire caused Maka Albarn to grimace. She'd have to mop off the blood of Soul's nosebleed later. Sighing, she glanced at the closed door of her bedroom, before concentrating back on her creative writing assignment. Mint green eyes focused on the page, as her pencil tentatively met the paper.

"Blaire let me go!" Soul responded, though it sounded as though he was rather enjoying her company.

Maka smacked her forehead, and once again tried to get some work done. She was not jealous. No, not at all! She was just irritated that she couldn't get any work done! Not jealous…. Not jealous….. Not jealous…..

The creative thoughts were starting to get harder to come by, and Soul and Blaire's annoying chatter weren't helping at all. Once again, Maka attempted to put pencil to paper…..

Miranda head the dagger close to her chest, bangs covering her striking blue eyes. She would have to correct the wrongs made by her good-for-nothing father…..

….. And failed miserably.

"Ooh! Soul…." Blaire purred loudly.

…. She sighed, looking to her partner, Ghost, with his laid-back, toothy grin and dark onyx eyes. He looked as though he hadn't a care in the world. It was the same look that made her fall madly in love with him. But the heavens seemed to want to wipe that smile off his face, and storm clouds rolled in. Droplets of quiet silver water fell from the cloudy sky and—

"Blaire, where do you think you're touching?!"

And—

—Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze—

The scythe meister snapped her pencil in half, puffing out her cheeks in frustration. She tore the entire page in half and ruthlessly shoved it into the wastebasket. Growling in anger, she flung open the door and stormed down the hall, heading to the kitchen where Blaire and Soul were. Apparently, she had arrived just in time, or else Blaire would have smothered Soul with her…. Assets…

"Let Soul go, Blaire!" Maka commanded, leaving no room for arguments. The witch pouted, transformed into a cat, and pranced off, leaving the two partners alone.

"So… Um... The weather's been nice, huh?" Soul inquired nervously, trying to start a conversation. She had been oddly quiet, her bangs covering her eyes, and it was rather unnerving.

"Maka….." She began, and his crimson eyes widened.

"Wait, Maka, don't—"He started, but he never got to finish.

"CHOP!"

Author's Note: Third fic! This is really fun! I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I am only human. Anyway, I want to thank anyone who reviewed my other stories. I know, I only have three reviews right now, but oh well! They were really kind, and I'm very grateful! Thanks for reading!