The tears kept falling, no matter how many times she wiped her cheeks. She just wasn't strong enough to make them cease, and as she remembered why she was crying they just fell with renewed vigor. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, and let out a small stifled whimper. Why did she care so much? What was the point? She was just his meister, just the tit-less wonder. They were just friends, so why did it hurt so much that he was with another girl? Why did the sight of 'them' make her heart clench and shatter into pieces?

What did he mean to her? Did she have feelings for him? The way he laughed, his deep voice brought her comfort. They'd been partners for a while, he was always there to pick her up when she fell. When she was sad, he'd crack that grin and say the perfect thing to make her smile confidently. His crimson eyes, held a deep comfort of platonic love....even though she swore she saw more at times. But was she seeing things? Surely so, now that he was dating some girl with a more developed body than what her's was currently.

She'd seen them kiss, a burning fury tightening in the deep pit of her stomach. She had turned away, and slowly walked away before the hot tears of pain slid down her cheeks. She'd smile for him, she'd be strong for him. Why always for him? Did she love him? ....maybe. Was it platonic or romantic? She didn't know. Though, whatever it was hurt like hell. She buried her tear stained face in her arms, and continued crying until she fell asleep. Unaware of who was watching her.

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Perched on an adjacent roof, he watched her. He'd always watched her, the whole thing made him feeling unbelievably frustrated. He had watched his childhood friend for years, watched her gain a partner, fall for the boy then get ditched for some pretty bimbo. Until tonight he'd watched, and had seen Soul comfort her when she had nightmares. Seen the two get unbelievably close, yet so far away.

Don't get him wrong, Soul was his best friend; but seeing a girl he'd known since childhood. A girl he considered more than a friend, but not quite family. He, himself couldn't understand why Soul wasn't with her. Maka; ah...she was smart, stubborn, caring, and courageous. He just didn't get what the white-haired boy had missed with looking at Maka. Sure, she didn't have a heaving bosom like Tsubaki, Liz or Patti. Though, what she 'did' have looked right on her. Added to the long legs, and tiny waist...oh he was getting off topic now. Yep, that's right. He'd realized it long ago, he'd had it bad for one blonde, pig-tailed, flat chested, Maka Albarn.

She had admired him.

He liked her spirit.

They became friends.

He had watched over to her, to protect her.

Then Soul Evans came along.

Everything changed.

AN: I like the idea, this is a sort of 'Prologue'...maybe. I do like Black StarxMaka, it's cute. :3 I plan on writing more with this, but I'm not sure how far I'll take it. Let me know if you like it, hate it, or think it could use a little 'something something'.