"Maka?" Soul poked his head in the kitchen, looking for his girlfriend. "Maka?" He called again, looking in another room of the apartment. Walking about, he found his way to the living room, finding to his surprise someone besides his favorite person in the universe sitting on his sofa. "You're not Maka." He said locking eyes with the man sitting in his sitting room.

"Nope." He replied, taking his feet off the the coffee table. "I'm David Thomson. I'm actually here waiting for her now. She told me to just let myself in." The two men looked each other awkwardly in the eyes for a moment. Soul looked away first.

"How do you know Maka?" He finally asked, starting to resent the fact that his girlfriend had a random man in his abode. David stood up, sensing Soul's distress and tried to quell him.

"I'm here to help her out with her taxes."

"Taxes?"

"Yeah, taxes."

"She's nineteen. What fucking taxes would she have?"

"Oh, uh, ok. I'm not actually here for taxes."

Souls hands curled into fists, enraged and confused at the strange man in the house.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed, glaring at David who didn't understand Soul's distinct and sudden hatred. Suddenly Maka, the woman of the hour casually strolled into the living room coming home.

"Oh, you're home early." She said, exuding the essence of nonchalance. Soul was lost in anger and confusion.

"Maka," He sighed, fighting off the urge to yell at her for being so goddamn calm when there was a strange, lying man named David in their house. "What the hell, is going on?" Maka sighed and looked soul, she was bored and amused with him at this point.

"That's David." She cooed, "He and I used to date."

Souls jaw dropped, along with the bottom of his entire universe. Why was Maka's ex even here? Why was she so calm? And why the hell was he waiting in their apartment for her to get home? And why the hell did he have to be at least a head and a half taller than him?! All these questions and more lingered in the back, and very front of Soul's mind. Maka looked as if she couldn't care less.

"Maka?" he demanded, enraged by her calm demure. "Dafuq is dis?" Maka rolled her eyes.

" 'dis' is David. He's my ex-boyfriend, and he's staying with us for a few days." David looked at the couple awkwardly, upset by the little spat. He and Maka never fought like that. He and Maka worked well together. It was about time that he got her back once and for all. She deserved someone who actually could file taxes if he wanted to.

Soul glared at both of them, wanting to turn on his heel and storm off, but also not wanting to leave those two alone together. How dare he be taller than him? In his own house no less!

"David, would you let us step into the kitchen just a sec?" Asked Maka in a fake cheerful tune that told Soul he was in trouble. David knew that tone, and almost couldn't keep his pleased smile on the inside. At this rate, she was already his again.

In the other room, Soul looked as though he was going to have an asthma attack. He wasn't of course, but you get the idea.

"What's your problem?" Maka chided, not understanding Souls attitude. He was acting like a child.

"I don't like you inviting your ex's over." He spat, hoping for it to make a mark. Unfortunately for Soul it didn't and fortunately for Maka she didn't notice.

"You're just going to have to deal for now. He's on shore leave from the navy and doesn't have anywhere else to go for now,it's only for a little while. He has to go back to sea in just a couple days." She said, trying to channel finality in her tone, but Soul wasn't buying it.

Blair came strolling in, as Maka left, scantily clad as always. Her pert figure sauntered in, hips swaying in each step.

"You know what they say," she giggled, "There's nothing more attractive than a man in uniform." Soul looked as though he would faint, but it would have to wait until he finished his stroke.