SoMaSoMaSoMa! Not much to say, so read and stuff.

Day 4- fight

"SOUL!" Maka shouted as she walked through the door.

"Maka, I promise it's not my fault!"

Blair looked over to Maka and tranformed into a cat, jumping off of Soul's lap and running away, knowing all Hell was about to break loose.

"What the hell, Soul? I have walked in on you and Blair too many times to count!" Maka yelled.

"Whenever you walk in we aren't doing anything!" Soul argued.

"She was freaking straddling you! That's not nothing!"

"I try to push her off! But she's heavy!"

"I'm not stupid, Soul!"

"I didn't want her there! She came onto me! Get your facts straight tiny-tits!"

"Soul! Stop it!" Maka said, her voice rising more.

"What?" Soul asked cluelessly.

"You're always making fun of me and calling me names! Why can't you stop to think about how much it hurts?"

"Aw, you know I'm just kidding, tiny-ti-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Maka warned. She stood on her toes, chest out and eyes narrowed in fury.

"So you're getting upset at me calling you names? Newsflash, I've been doing it since we partnered up! Flat-chested bookworm!"

Maka raised her hand and slapped her weapon. Hard. She dropped back onto her heels. "Can't you stop to listen to me?" She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "I don't want to put up with your hurtful words towards me anymore." She spun around and marched into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Soul stood with his mouth gaping. "Maka..." Did his words really hurt her that much? Why hadn't she said anything? He was just kidding, why hadn't she ever said anything?

Maka was face down on her bed, tears dropping onto her pillow. He's such an idiot. Those insults hurt me. I've asked him over and over to stop.

Maybe she'd be better off with a new partner. If Soul couldn't respect her... She got up and pulled out a suitcase, then opened her drawer and pulled out a skirt, folding it neatly and placing it inside. I don't know what made me think he was special. All men are worthless douchebags that can't respect a woman.

Soul stood in front of Maka's door, raising a hand to knock. "Maka?"

"Go away." Her muffled voice sounded from inside. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Maka, please. Open the door."

"No."

Soul rested his head against the door. "Maka, I'm sorry. Please open the door." He stumbled forward as Maka swug the door open, but caught his balance before he could fall.

"What?" Maka demanded.

"Maka, I'm sorry. I'll stop calling you names. I didn't know-" Soul looked at her bed, which had a suitcase half full of clothes on it. "What are you doing?"

Maka followed Soul's gaze, then dropped her head in shame. "I'll unpack it."

"Were you... planning to move out? Get a new partner?" Soul asked.

"Well, I thought that," Maka paused, trying to find a way to explain her actions.

"You thought what?" Soul demanded.

"I've been asking you to stop doing that for years, and I figured if I didn't have a partner who could respect that..."

Soul grabbed onto Maka's shoulders, and her head snapped up in surprise. "Please don't go. You're the only meister who can wield me. I trust you, you're my best friend." He whispered the last sentence, burying his nose into her hair.

She was still, not knowing how to react. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could wield another weapon after so long." She assured him. "Soul?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I slapped you."

Soul chuckled. "I deserved it."

Almost ruined your chances there. The tiny red imp in his head commented.

Shut up and leave me be. I want to spend time with my meister in peace. Soul retorted.