AN: Okay so ZombeiKid is annoyed. She gets annoyed easily. She is annoyed by the amount of Jealous/Evil/Rapist/Drunken/Asshole!Soul in KidxMaka stories. She is also annoyed by how its only used to push Maka toward Kid. She's also annoyed about how Kid is like "LOL! I taked your womenz Soul! Joo can suck meh ballz." Because that's not how Soul or Kid or Maka is. Ever. She is also a sucker for SoulxMaka so you just have to get over it. Sex friends are the best friends. Also, this story was only written for one scene. Yay condoms! I promise you'll understand later. And I wanted to call Soul a living dildo.

Warnings: Vulgar, PWP, Random Time Skips, Smut, Condoms, Vulgar, OoC like whoa, Angst

To say her partner was attractive would have been an understatement. But she couldn't focus on that anymore, they had other relationships now. Not they were ever in a legitimate relationship in the first place. It was only sex. Lots of sex. Actually to say it was only sex would have been denying a lot but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet.

She could see the appreciative look-over her partner gave her when she walked out of the bathroom, his eyes lingering on the low cut of her dress and the straps of her heels. She fought the little tingle she felt in her more private places, reminding herself he was no longer her living dildo. Pausing, she looked at him darkly, "Why aren't you dressed?" It's distracting.

Soul shrugged, sinking back into the couch, "She doesn't want to go out tonight so she's coming over here. I'd suggest staying the night at his place." His perverted intentions written all over his face. She would have said something but it isn't right to bad-mouth her new boyfriend's weapon so she just rolled her eyes.

"Use protection." She leaned closer, "And don't wake up the neighbors again." Then she turned and walked out of the door.

For not the first time in his life, Soul was glad their couch had really soft backing otherwise he'd have a massive headache. He would have busted his head open with the force exerted to throw it back. He forced himself to focus on the softness of the cushion and not the softness of the breast pressed against his chest. He fails when his name is gently called. The scythe rolled his head back up and looked at the girl straddling him, eyebrow quirked in confusion.

Half-lidded blue stare into half-lidded red, "You okay?" He bit the inside of his cheek before shaking his head. She sighed softly and pressed her head into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry." He wanted to say something, tell her it's not her fault but he can't. The words don't want to come out so he threw his head back once again and ignored the disappointed look on her face when she stood to get dressed.

It was their third date and for the first time, Soul wasn't there to ogle her when she exited the bathroom. He had gone on a mission a week ago with a new death scythe. There had been no news but no news is good news, right? She had just tucked a stray hair back when the door rang. "Door's unlocked, come on in!" She called from her room.

The door opened to reveal Kid and as usual, he was dressed nicely. Maybe a little nicer because they were going on a date to a nice restaurant. It was always a nice place with him. They exchanged hellos, grins, and a sheepish kiss before going to the car waiting below.

She would have hit herself for comparing himself to Soul but it had become a habit. She decided that she'd rather have Kid but she didn't know why. She could see herself having a nice marriage with him but with Soul she could only see sex. And there is more to being married than having sex. There's even more to it than love. And she loved both boys deeply.

But if she were to marry Soul, their children would suffer. They fought too much, too loud, too viciously. One would curse and spit names while the other broke something. In the end one of them would storm off and bunk with one of their other friends for a day or two. And even though they would make up, they couldn't put a child through that.

Kid, however was always ready to sit down and talk things out and so was she. Sure they had one or two screaming matches in the past but it was usually over something asymmetrical and never over anything important.

Not that Maka wanted to get married or have children…

Never had Liz ever despised a plus sign until now. She clutched the little stick in her hand, staring at it. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat but it wouldn't go away. No one was home, why as she trying to keep quiet? She would have laughed at herself but the only thing that came up was a choked sob that didn't stop.

Kid is on another date with Maka, Patti is out with some guy, and for the first time in a long time, Liz has no date on a Friday night. She slumped forward more, the little test falling to the floor with a clatter. The world suddenly seemed to crash down her in a single moment.

She was alone when she needed someone the most but that's how it's always been. The realization brought back memories of a time on the streets. A time when the only constant was hunger and danger. Even though she had Patti with her, she had been alone, determined to carry all their burdens on her back and her back alone.

The one thing she didn't want was to be like her mother. But here she was, pregnant without a husband or even a reliable boyfriend. No, that was wrong. He was reliable but would he be when he found out or would he leave like her father? Either way she was determined that she wouldn't abandon her children like her mother had.

She wouldn't leave them lost and alone.

Liz was, at first, a way to forget Maka for a night. He hadn't planned on falling for the demon gun. Somewhere between long talks at their favorite jazz club and after-sex cuddles, he had. For the second time in his life, Soul wanted a woman more for who she was than for how well she could fuck. Now don't think him shallow, he knew there was more to a woman than her orifices but most women didn't want him for more than his dick. With Soul, you get what you give.

That's how it's always been. His parents didn't give him the attention he needed so he didn't give them the pieces they wanted. Maka worked hard to make him what he is today and so he did too, even if it didn't seem like it. So with Liz he tried to return her feelings of affection even though lately, she was being weird.

He hated to say it but a small part of him still craved his meister although she was long over him.

She should have seen it coming. It was bound to happen at some point but she didn't expect to come home and find Kid pinning Soul to the wall. Nor did she expect them to be growling furiously at each other.

"It's your fault!" The reaper screamed with uncharacteristic rage.

"Bull shit! If it wasn't for you none of us would be in this situation." The last is hissed harshly between clenched shark teeth,

Kid slammed Soul against the wall again and Maka flinched when Soul's head left a slight dent. "If you were more of a man.."

Soul cut him off before he could finish, "Oh and you're a man? You're a god not a man!"

Before any punches or any more words are thrown, Maka cut in. "Stop it you two! What's going on?" The next words are not what she expected at all.

"Liz is pregnant and it's his fault." Kid jabbed Soul for emphasis.

Not what she expected at all.

AN: Lol, that was a trip. Next chapter is longer. And not choppy or filled with ramblings or stupid.. This is just setting everything up. You can fill in all the gaps with whatever you want. I wanted this to be a one-shot but I don't want to waste time on something people might not read.

Also, should Liz's baby be a boy or a girl?

Reviews are love and souls are squishy.