A/N: Hello Everyone!! This is my first story here, whoo!! I love Soul Eater, and have een watching it/reading it for a while now. I hope you guys like this, and please review so I know what I can improve on. Thanks!!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Soul Eater of any of it's characters.

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Soul's stomach growling was what woke him up. He opened one eye and lazily looked at the clock to see what time it was. 7:00. It was only seven in the morning. 'Why the hell did I wake up this early?' He asked himself, but it was his stomach that answered him as it rumbled again. "Ugh," he grunted, as he swung his feet onto the floor to get out of bed. He really wanted food, but he didn't know how to cook at all. 'Maybe Maka is up....' He thought hopefully, as he began to stand. 'I think I will ask her to--"

His thoughts were interrupted as something-or someone, rather- flew towards him. "WHAT?!?" He yelled, just before he found his face in between two very large breasts. He tried to push off the intruder since he was practically suffocating, but she just hugged him tighter. "SOUL!! GOOD MORNING!!" Sang Blair, as she rubbed against Soul.

"Bla-- Blair! Get off me!" He managed to choke out from under her. "What if Maka comes in again?!?" He didn't want Maka to see him like this. Not only was it not cool, but it would get him hurt too. Another Maka chop and his head would break open. There seemed to be something else too... he couldn't stand it when Maka got the wrong idea about him and another girl.... 'But it's probably just because she will hit me if she sees me like this.' He thought, dismissing the feeling.

"What IF Maka were to come in again?" Asked a dangerously annoyed voice from the front of the room. Blair stopped, and Soul was able to get a look at his front door. 'Shit.' There she was. Maka. His blonde haired, blue-green eyes meister..... with a very, very large frying pan.

"Maka...Maka, wait. It's not my fault!" He tried to defend himself, but Blair had already transformed into a cat, and ran away, leaving Soul all by himself. Maka stormed up to him, and before he had time to explain his position, the frying pan came down on his head. Hard. His head rang with pain as he shot a bitter glance at the girl. 'Why does she get so angry, anyways? It's not like SHE'S the one getting sexually harassed...'

"YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!!" Maka yelled at him before stomping out of the room. Soul gaped at the door which Maka slammed behind her. What had he done to be called an idiot? All he had done was try to fend himself from the perverted cat. He sighed in frustration. He just didn't understand Maka at all. She got angry at Soul whenever this happened, and it wasn't even his fault! 'Well', he thought, 'If I ever see a guy attacking you like that, you can be sure I will hit you over the head with a pan.' He thought bitterly, then paused. The thought of a guy all over Maka made him feel a bit.... angry. Then he laughed. 'What do I have to be worried about? She has nothing a guy would want to feel anyways,' he snickered. Feeling a little better about himself, he got out of his pajamas and into some decent clothes.

He walked to the kitchen when he was done dressing, to see what Maka was doing. He sighed in relief when he saw her cooking. He patted his empty stomach, thinking how nice it would be to get food in there. He took another glance towards Maka before heading to the living room. He felt a little bad for some reason. 'Why would I feel bad?' He asked himself, confused. 'Maybe since it was obviously not cool.... But why should I care if it was cool or not? It's just Maka....' Those words rang in his head as he walked to the couch. Those three words seemed to be empty of feeling... but Soul didn't understand. 'What ever.' He thought, sighing. 'It's not like me to think this much. Especially in the morning.' He was about to sit down when he heard a series of crashes and a scream from the kitchen.

"Maka?!?!" He ran worriedly to the kitchen to make sure she was alright. "Hey, Maka, are you o--" As he stepped into the kitchen, he tripped over a rather large pot, and pitched forwards. He closed his eyes and put his arms out to catch himself. He thankfully landed on his hands and knees. 'Wow...how un-cool can I get this morning,' he thought to himself. 'At least I didn't fall flat on my face...' He opened his eyes to find Maka there, under him.

"Oh... Maka? Are you okay?" He asked quietly, seeing that Maka had had her eyes closed too. "Well, if you hadn't fa--" When she opened her eyes, she stopped talking. That was when Soul realized how close they were to each other. Her eyes seemed to be more interesting than he ever saw them before. They seemed to draw him towards them. "Had...hadn't what?" Soul asked, hesitating, as he felt his heart beat faster. What was happening to him. His attention snapped back to Maka as she tried to speak. "If... if, you... didn't..." She also seemed to be having troubles, since her breathing had gotten faster. Soul smirked a little, trying to make fun of her from being speechless. But instead of becoming angry, Maka's face turned red. Soul's eyes widened a little. 'She's actually kind of cute....' He thought, being drawn by her eyes again.

Letting himself be pulled by her gaze, he leaned towards her, their faces getting slowly getting closer together. He was so close he could hear Maka's heart beat, which matched his own. It felt as if his heart would burst. His face was so close to hers.... their noses could've touched.... but then they heard a large 'bang' from their front door. Soul and Maka both quickly looked over at the archway that separated the kitchen and living room, to hear someone running towards them.

"YOU MUST... FEED THE ALMIGHTY!" Said a voice that could only belong to one guy. Soul made to get off of Maka, but it was too late. Black Star was already around the corner. "You made food right Ma--" He froze when he saw both Soul and Maka on the ground. "It's--" Soul started, but Maka had already pushed him off.

"It's nothing. We just fell, that's all. Don't you see the mess around here? We both tripped over the pots and pans." She said. She wasn't facing the two guys, but had gone to the stove. "Here.... I will make breakfast now." Soul stared at Maka. Feeling a little strange at those words. "Nothing... right. We weren't doing anything at all." He said bitterly. He stood up and walked out to the living room.

"No one would wanna do anything with a flat chested girl like Maka anyways." He sat down angrily on the couch, and leaned back, sighing. Now he had done it. Maka would so be pissed at him later on. 'Well, it was her fault....' He thought, then realized he didn't even understand. 'What were we gonna do there anyway? I wouldn't have really...' He felt his face flush a little, then he groaned to himself. 'What's wrong with me? Why I am so un-cool today?'

Soul sighed, pissed off at the bad day that was sure to continue. And he was right. As Soul went to glance back towards the kitchen, he almost fell off of the couch in the shock he got from what he saw. Black Star's face. Not that his face was enough to scare Soul, no. It was the fact that he had a weird smirk on it while only being about 2 inches away. The closeness to another person's face made him remember what had just happened with Maka, and he looked away from the blue haired meister as he covered his face with his hands.

"....What?" He asked Black Star, though he had a feeling that he knew what was coming.

"Oh.... Nothing." The kid said smugly, while leaning back into the couch with his arms resting behind his head. "I just think it's funny, you know, how a guy could 'fall' on top of a girl 'by accident'." He shot an amused glance at Soul. "Especially when they live in the same house, do each other's laundry, sleep in rooms right next to each other--OW!!"

Black Star's list had been cut off by Soul, who punched his arm. "Shut up, will you? You and Tsubaki do all of that together!" Soul was pissed. Not only had Black Star walked in on them and ruined it, but he was making fun of them too!! 'Wait.... ruined what?' Soul shook his head. He was too confused for his own good. He was about to get lost in his thoughts, when Black Star started talking again.

"Yeah? Well, I don't remember ever being ON TOP of Tsubaki." He said, now laughing. "And it seemed like you two—OW!"

Soul had kicked him in the shin. Hard. 'This guy…' Soul sneered at him, showing his shark-like teeth. "That's because you're too small to be on top of anyone, let alone Tsubaki." He knew this was low of him, but this kid was pissing him off, and it was true. Tsubaki was even taller than Soul. Black Star had a big ego, but he his body had some catching up to do.

"WHAT?!? Why you—"

"Breakfast is ready!" Maka called from the other room, cutting off the blue haired meister. Black Star glanced at the kitchen, at Soul, then at the kitchen again. The kid sniffed, and headed to the kitchen. "I'll let you off this time!" Black Star announced loudly. Soul sighed in relief as the blue haired kid walked away. The guy might be his best friend, but he could be a brat too. Soul put his hands into his pockets, and slunk towards the kitchen, to see if he was allowed to near Maka. He stood in the door way and saw three plates. Maka and Black Star were already eating, so Soul sat down at the empty seat. He stared at his plate, which barely had enough food for three bites. He sighed and began to eat, accepting the fact that this turning into an extremely bad, and un-cool day.