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Notes.

The forum I've been haunting has been a long arduous battle of sorts filled to the brim with just as many goofs and flops as it has creative license and inspirational anomalies. Out of them all the colorful cast of ocs stands above. But I digress it gets a twisted sense of not being even remotely cannon even in the main topics. As such I strain for ideas to revert to its originality of series at times, and find myself digging up whole new worlds of weird, mysterious, epic, and even sexy. One of these has been the cast of ocs that have become known as 'the immortal undead' what started as a simple comedy filler for one character streamlined into a whole collection of entities with unique quirks and even more oddly undying flesh. Note that the undead are not zombies, that would be weird, and have no affiliation with free or the wolves cannon to the genre. They were simply meant to be in all cases undying. Which again drug me back to finding a way to make it a bit more... Relevant. Which makes this.

Summary: when maka and soul have a heated argument over said weapons choice of ,of all things, eye candy, the duos seemingly unbreakable bond is put into question. With souls obviously manly demeanor being unacceptable to the now even more so obviously hormonally challenged maka, the two need a break from one another. The good news is everyone knows it's not permanent. The bad news the crap still hits the fan anyway. What happens when one of shibusens finest runs into possibly one of the most awkward creatures on earth after a huge breakdown between herself and her partner? And should you really take the word of something that tells you "hey I can't be killed so listen and learn" ? Your probably just as much lost as I am. Starring the cast of soul eater and the immortal undead from -stolen souls- comes my latest brain fart.

Empowerment.

a smile. "Why should I care?"

He was impossible. That shark toothed loud mouthed moron couldn't even hide it when he gawked. She knew she had no real place to put a chain on him but it still stung. They weren't dating, they weren't an item, and she had denounced it on more than one occasion openly. But it was so damn obvious she shouldn't have had to tell him how she felt. Even patty had registered her gawking stares and nervous apprehension when confronted with the oblivious weapons ,on frequent notice, topless form, multiple times. Liz had called her out when she was staring in class, tsubaki kept making gestures whenever she blushed as they were caught doing anything that might remotely be misconstrued for romantic, and even blackstar had made a point to openly congratulate, and 'give his blessing' to the girl when the albino menace wasn't looking. And now here he was, staring with an unabashed sense of boyish hormone induced autism, at tsubaki of all people. Granted maka couldn't really blame the poor girls wardrobe malfunctions, she was always slightly curvier than she was. So pulling off short skirts and buttons was something the dark haired weapon had an issue with. But souls endless staring contest with said weapons ample bosom didn't help maka's feelings any.

"Quit staring you pervert!" She reacted before she could stop herself. Wholloping the poor albino with the book , she had to admit she herself felt,she pulled from nowhere. "I can't believe you!"

"M-maka it's alright... I mean... I-I'm use to this sort of thing" the blushing mess that was tsubaki quickly attempted to fix her attire 'a button that had decided it was tired of hiding its owners talents.' While simultaneously attempting to defend souls now unconscious form from more torment. "Boys will be boys."

"It's not! He shouldn't be drooling!" Her tirade while somewhat justified even hit the dark haired girls curiosity in a strange place, prompting a noticeable 'knowing' silence from her. "It's not like boobs are all that matters! Why gawk at every woman with a rack!"

"Maka Hun you need to chill" Liz was there now placing a hand on her shoulder "your gonna get all wrinkly if you keep fuming like that. Besides he's learned his lesson."

"That's not the point!" She wasn't done apparently, but subsided to simmer quietly. Boiling blood still coursing through cherry heated cheeks like some frustrated school girl confronting her crush.

"Someone's jealous" the pistol seemed keen to prod as she leaned on the shorter blonds shoulder with a smirk "oh come on don't hide it." As soul managed to pick his dazed self from the floor the blond merely shoved the others arm away with a scoff, trying to reassert that dominate facial expression she always wore.

"I'm going home. Do whatever." She hissed vindictively though it didn't seem to hold its usual venom.

"What'd I do now" he sighed almost defeated "you're really gonna get mad over this? I mean come on! You looked too be honest!"

"Just shut up already! You're digging a hole..." She finally managed to do it. She cut it off, that tiny little annoying lightbulb that kept her furious frustration illuminated. "Why should I care if you looked... It's not like it matters anyway." She sighed hastily retreating before more could be said to embarrass her, she knew he wouldn't follow. Fear of her hidden books would keep him at bay for at least an hour or so. That was time enough to lick her unseen wounds.

"Maka?" Tsubaki made a last ditch effort to acquire something out of her though all she would grant her was the forced smile "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Boys will be boys right?" From the outside it was as obvious as day, no manner of plastered grin could hide the festering wound to her pride but she allowed herself to believe it was at least covered enough to be forgotten. And with that she made her escape. What she didn't notice was the skulking shadows watching the group from an alleyway, shadows that now followed interestedly behind the lone wolf of the pack.