Author's Note: Hey, guys! It's Angie. I've decided to start a new series on this wonderful anime series I watched a while back. Take a wild guess on what it was. Anyway, this story will be based around Soul and Maka, with little hints of other characters as well, and the rating will stay at the M setting. There will be explicit scenes as well as sail-mouthed people – we all know who that is. I have also taken the liberty to add a shout out section to my chapters. Leave me a comment, and I'll reply to it as soon as I can. Anyway, please enjoy this first chapter, and may the force be with you.


Chapter One: Oh, Sweet Mistletoe Hung Where You Can See.

"T'was the day after Christmas

And all through the house

All the creatures were stirring

Except for the mouse because a certain purple haired cat ate it for dinner."

A loud alarm rang through the apartment, signaling all of the present members that it was time to wake up. A small hand moved towards the sound and pressed the snooze button on the loud contraption. Thin arms raised above their master's head and a hint of dishwater blonde hair could be seen from underneath a thick quilt. A few seconds later, deep green eyes popped open, and a small sigh escaped from a pair of lips. Maka Albarn was ready for school.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, soft snores could still be heard from the body that resided in it. Unruly, but amazingly soft, white hair messed out on the neighboring pillows. If not for the constant, annoying knocks at the door, Soul Eater Evans could have slept for the entire day. Given, if his meister wanted him up, then he would arise from the dead – he could never deny his meister anything.

The blonde meister decided that a shower would not hurt her, considering she had purple cat hair everywhere. She made a mental note to fuss at the careless cat later, and possibly invest in one of those thick cat brushes, as she reached for her towel she keeps in her room. She opens her door, sticking her head out to confirm that her partner has yet to join the world of the living. She stalks over to his door, knocking on it loudly. She knows he hates it when she knocks more than a few times, but today is not the day for him to oversleep. When she is done rasping her knuckles on his door, the petite girl dashes towards the bathroom, knowing all to well that Soul has nature to call to. Looks like nature is going to have to wait.

A pair of eyes open soon after the knocks reseeded and blood red eyes searched the room lazily. They catch sight of an open curtain that is allowing sunlight into the room. The owner of the eyes hisses like a vampire as his pupils burn from the intrusion of bright light. Groans of pain could be heard for miles away before the young scythe noticed that a certain liquid needed to be excreted from his body. He could make the superhero Flash jealous by just how fast he had run to the bathroom. He knocks on the door not once or twice, but three times before a lady-like voice answered him.

"Occupied."

Soul groaned, twisting the knob. "Maka, can I please come in?"

"No."

Another groan could be heard; this one seemed to be a bit louder than the first. "Please. I really need to take a leak."

"Ew, Soul. That is disgusting." The water seemed to stop running for a moment and the moving of plastic could be heard from outside of the bathroom.

The white haired boy could not wait any longer. "Then, make yourself decent, Maka. I'm not waiting any longer." He turned his right arm into his signature red and black scythe blade and attacked at the door knob. A screech of happiness erupted from the teenage boy as the door popped open. Another screech happened as the door opened, this one not as happy as the first.

"Soul! Get out! I'm naked!" Maka screamed at her weapon, covering herself with the clear plastic shower curtain.

The demon scythe could not control the small stream of blood that dripped from his nose. Not everyone was blessed with the sight of his meister naked and wet. Then again, not everyone else was doomed with book spines colliding with their skulls.

"You pervert! I hope you piss yourself!" The blonde meister covered her freezing body with her fluffy towel, placing the book underneath the sink. They always come in handy. "Come out to the kitchen when you are hungry. I will have breakfast cooked in a few minutes." And with that, Maka took her leave.

Soul raised his beaten head off of the bathroom tiles. He felt even more groggy than when he woke up. Today was just not his day. At least the bathroom was open. He could finally pee without interruptions; maybe he could get a shower in too. That would be nice.

Maka raced out of her room, tying up her hair with the new ribbons Soul had bought for her for Christmas. She knew they were expensive; they had the feel of genuine silk, but she did not prod on how much they had actually cost. She just hugged him and thanked him for her gift. She had to admit, they felt nice in her hair. She quickly got to work on the breakfast she had promised her partner. She moved around the kitchen in a blonde flurry, whisking eggs in a blue bowl. A quiet mewl was heard beside her when she had opened the refrigerator door for the milk carton. She looked down, catching the mess of purple hair rubbing against her legs.

"Meow." It stared up at her; it's golden eyes pleading for some of the delicious milk.

"Blair, talk like a normal human, and I'll pour you a glass." And poof, the cuddly kitten turned into a curvy, tall witch.

"Aw, Maka, I just wanted to play. You're not fun." The witch pouted at the girl. Maka only shrugged, and it seemed to upset the cat witch. "I'll just go play with Souly. Nyah!~"

A few seconds later, Soul walked out of the shower, towel clinging onto his waist. Steam billowed around him as Maka took in his bare chest. Blood raised to her cheeks and threatened to spew from her nose as well. But, she will be damned if that ever happened. And then, as if the gods were favoring her today, Soul fell to the ground; a purple haired woman on top of him.

"Blair, get off of me!" The scythe whined, trying to keep himself from suffocating in her chest. He waited for blood to sprout from his nostrils, but it never came. Instead, he earned a red faced – and red cheeked meister, but he wouldn't dare tell a soul that his meister was blushing because he had "accidentally" forgot to bring his clothes into the bathroom – Maka and a unconscious Blair. He didn't question what had happened to the cat witch because he knew the same would happen to him. He got off of the ground, clearing his parched throat. "Thanks, Maka."

The meister lowered her weapon and stared coldly at the boy. "Just go get dressed so we can eat." After he left, she looked at the book she was holding and noted that it was the one Soul had got her for Christmas last year. She had read it over a dozen times, but she would never tell Soul that. He did not need a bigger head. A small laugh escaped from her, and she covered her mouth. Soul could be so adorable when he wanted to be.

The cat witch, who was just unconscious a few moments ago, perked up her dark purple cat ears when she heard soft laughter. She sneakily turned her head to the right, smiling to herself when she caught Maka holding the book Soul bought for her. Busted. A smirk curved onto her face as she thought up a plan to get both of them to confess.

"Maka-chan," She whined, receiving the attention of the blonde meister, "Blair just wanted to play. She didn't mean to upset you."

Maka's convicting, green eyes softened a bit as she listened to the cat's semi-apology. "I know, Blair, but you upset Soul. I'm sorry for caving your head in."

Blair's gold eyes flared with mischief as she processed Maka's words. "So, Maka-chan is in love with Soul?" The witch nearly laughed when she caught sight of the meister's flushed cheeks.

"W-what? I most certainly am not!" Maka answered quickly, trying to bury the nervousness in her voice. "I poured you a bowl of milk. Go drink it before I pour it down the drain." The woman cried happily, transforming back into her cat form before scurrying away to find her bowl. At that exact moment, Soul walked out in his normal attire, which also included the new leather jacket Maka had got him for Christmas. She hoped he had not heard the conversation between her and their mentally demeaning cat. It would be embarrassing for Soul to hear that an uncool bookworm loved him.

The scythe had most certainly heard the conversation, and it fueled his newly forming smirk. He had liked Maka for some time now, but he could never find a way to tell her. She was a hard-headed and oblivious girl; she had ignored all of his advances. She even thought that he was interested in his supposed fan-club. He had eyes for only one, a blonde haired and green eyed bad-ass, vixen. He sat down at their table, his eyes expressing new vigor. They ate quietly, the only sounds that accompanied them were the clinking of silverware on dishes.

As soon as they had swallowed their share of breakfast, Maka rushed to her room to retrieve her school books while Soul went to put on his shoes. The meister met him at their apartment door, and they were soon off to school. They walk there was uncomfortably quiet, making both squirm anxiously. Once the DWMA was in sight, Maka rushed ahead of her weapon, breathing in a sigh of relief as she ran through the doors.

The meister slowed down her pace, walking towards Professor Stein's class. When she reached the door, she giggled at the sight of mistletoe hanging above the door frame. Luckily, no one was coming out, so Maka got a get-out-of-an-awkward-kiss card. She smiled as her friends came into view. She was about to walk over to talk to Tsubaki when she felt that her arms were to light. She looked down, groaning when she remembered that she gave her books to Soul. He usually carried them for her out of the kindness in his heart, and she had forgotten to grab them from him before she rushed off. She mentally face-palmed herself, and walked towards the door. As she hit the door frame, in walked the so call perpetrator. They stoped and stared at each other awkwardly, hoping that no one had noticed they were under the "kissing plant." But, the gods were not with them today.

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." Their classmates chanted at the pair. Maka's cheeks reddened. She would have none of this.

"I am not going to kiss-"

She was cut off when Soul's lips met her own. The blonde girl closed her eyes, inwardly moaning at the taste of him. She lost all of her thoughts as his soft tongue left his mouth and coaxed her lips to open. She granted him access, and a louder moan exited her mouth and entered his. Her eyes darted open when catcalls and whistles were thrown at the pair. She jumped away from her scythe's arms, missing their close contact.

"What was that, Soul?" She was seething. He would not make a fool of her in front of their friends and classmates.

"I was just expressing holiday spirit, Maka. No need to get your pretty panties in a bunch. But don't worry," he bent down to whisper huskily in her ear, "I saw your panties earlier. Was that pink lace I saw? I never knew you owned lace."

The scythe technician's cheeks flamed in embarrassment and in want. He was fully intending on making her suffer. Dear Death, please help her. She conjured a book out of thin air and raised it above her head. "Maka...CHOP!" A loud cracking noise and yelps of pain could be heard at the front of the room.

Soul's head thrummed with pain. Two chops in one day should cause him some serious brain damage by now. "Ow, damn, woman! I was only kidding!" His red eyes looked up to see his meister in tears. Fuck, now he did it. He upset the girl. "Maka, I'm sorry..."

"No, shut up! You're not sorry. Do not kiss me in front of everybody and then act like it was a fucking game, Soul. You stole my first kiss for a damn laugh. I hope you're happy with yourself, you pervert." She spat at her weapon angrily. The blonde wiped away her angry tears and rushed out of the classroom, intending on going home for the day and sulking.

Soul did not know what to do. He had upset the girl who he had wanted to make feel special and show his feelings. He really was a dick. "Maka, wait!" He rushed after the girl, completely oblivious to the sounds of his classmates making bets on what was going to happen in the Albarn-Evans house tonight.


Author's Note: Ah, first chapter done! I'll try to update as soon as possible. Leave me a comment on what you think, or you could just leave me a question. I'll reply to all of them. The next chapter will contain a lemon, just warning you. Please R&R as well as F&F. I love you all so very much.

~Angie