Series Summary: A series of one or two shots surrounded around the idea of every single character in the Manga/Anime world of Soul Eater being the opposite gender. Requests for pairings, story ideas and other things will be asked of - I ask that if you ask for a specific pairing, please give me a genre along with it (Romance, Family, etc) so it makes it easier on me for writing the story. These will be updated irregularly, as well as on demand; if I have no ideas/pairing in the reviews on in my mind, then it simply won't be updated. Whether or not it is a one/two shot will be show in the title, as shown below.

One-Shot Summary: Maka and Soul move in together as partners at the DWMA (Death Weapon Meister Academy). Maka, the book smart teenage boy with a clingy mother, and Soul, a 'cool' girl who has abandoned her cruel and controlling family to pursue her dream of becoming a death scythe and showing up her older sister for the first time in her life, learn more about each other within the first few hours of moving into their new (and shared) apartment.

Rating: T

Genre: Humor, Romance

Pairing: F!Soul x M!Maka

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or have any real connections to it, this is simply a fan writing out her ideas and fantasies of the many characters that belong to TV Tokyo and Atsushi Ōkubo.

Render the Benders!

Oneshot: Moving in Together

Maka sighed, running a hand through his dull blonde hair, his straight locks cut into a slightly shaggy style - two bobby pins pining his bangs to the side. He really needed to get his hair cut one of these days. The Meister looking around, he impatiently tapped his foot, crossing his arms across his chest. He supposed it was strange for a seventeen year old boy like himself to be partnering up with a Weapon at this point in life, but then again - his mother and father had paired up around this time of their lives, hadn't they?

Oh yes, his mama and papa. Maka had sworn he would never allow himself to stoop to his unfaithful mother's level, much less be with someone who was like her. His parents had divorced shortly after his ninth birthday, his Mother getting caught cheating for the seventh time since he was born. He supposed it had been the final straw for his devoted father, as the male had packed his things, filed for divorce, and left to travel the world - leaving Maka to live under the same roof as his overly clingy and dramatic mother; Spirit. It wasn't like he held a grudge against his papa for it, either. If anything, Maka admired his papa more than anyone else for taking charge of his life and doing what he had always wanted to. But his mother on the hand... well, he could never really connect with her after the divorce.

Looking around again, Maka sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose tenderly. His partner was late. They were supposed to meet up outside of the apartment so that they could help each other move their things up into it - seeing as it was on the second floor of the large building. But due to Maka not wanting to spend too much time working outside in the sun with the somewhat annoying girl, he had already put all of his things inside, unpacking the majority of his things - which left all of the girl's furniture and things to be taken up.

It wasn't like he didn't like her at all. In fact, Maka was ashamed to say that he had a bit of a crush on the rebellious yet princess-like girl. When he had first met her, Maka was amazed at her beauty and wondrous ability of playing the piano - the dark piece being claimed as 'a part of her' and 'who she was'. It had completely memorized the blond teen, and he had immediately asked her to be his partner right after, not truly thinking about the consequences of being paired up with such a lazy person.

Finally, the girl appeared, hands in her red shorts pockets as she stared dangerously at the slightly taller male. "Oi... hey, you. I brought my stuff." she said, a small number of what looked to be servants setting a large quantity of bags and furniture down. Looking over, Maka gaped at the large amount, his green eyes dancing across the number of things she had brought along with her. How were they supposed to fit all of this inside their tiny two bedroom apartment!? Turning to her, he got ready to refuse her, only to be dumb founded by her appearance, yet again.

The female's long white hair ran down to her waist, with pointed bangs swaying across her tan skin. Two sharp, crimson eyes narrowed with a small amount of bags underneath them and thick eyelashes rimming them, Maka was entranced by them - loving them the most about his new partner, no matter how demanding and 'cool' she seemed to be. A black and yellow sweat jacket on, her chest looked to be neither a curse or a burden underneath it, simply ending at a c-cup at the largest, something Maka wished he didn't seem to automatically think about. Looking up at her headband curiously, Maka found himself admiring the different patches, wondering which meant what to the slightly shorter girl.

Maka, on the other hand, had never been a very stylish person, wearing the usual red plaid pants, white button up shirt and sweater vest paired along with his favorite black clunky boots and green, striped tie. It was the type of thing he had worn most of his life, the type of thing his Papa used to pick out for him whenever they went shopping together and the type of clothes his mother, unfortunately, doted upon.

"What? Are you just going to stare at me? That isn't very cool, Tiny Dick." She complained, crossing her arms across her chest at the sight of the male earlier looking at it. "W-what's with that nickname!?" Maka said, finding himself getting worked up at the two worded name the silvernette had randomly come up with. "I don't know, I just thought it might suit you." She chuckled, the teasing atmosphere soon changing as another person came into the mix.

"Maka! My precious baby!" A voice cried, a red-haired beauty appearing as she rushed over to hug her son. "Who's this clown?" Soul asked, glancing over the well endowed woman as she shoved her hands in her pockets. The redhead turning to look at the teenage girl, she scowled at her, holding her son closer as the male struggled to get free. "Maka, dear. Who's this Octopus head? Don't tell me she's your new partner you were talking about?" she said, taking an immediate disliking the young woman in front of her son. "Who're you calling Octopus, Old Lady!?" Soul challenged, glaring darkly at the woman as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Maka sighed as this exchange happened, finally pushing away his mother. "Stop doing that!" He complained, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration as he looked between his new partner and mother. "Mama, this is my new partner, Soul. Soul, this is my mother, Spirit. She works at the DWMA as Headmaster Shinigami's Death Scythe." He said, not really caring what his mother thought of his new partner. Pushing her own hands into her coat pocket, Spirit glared darkly at the younger woman, shifting slightly in her black pencil skirt and heels. "Oi. Touch my precious Maka and I'll freaking kill you. You don't deserve someone as amazing and handsome as him." She said, trying to appear cool as she jutted one of her thumbs at her chest.

Smirking, Soul simply leaned forward a bit, shorter than the thirty-something year old woman but much more intimidating. "Don't worry about it, Tiny Dick's not my type." she said, chuckling slightly as Maka rubbed the bridge of his nose again and Spirit got even more worked up. "My precious Maka does not have a tiny dick! He's perfect, and you'd be lucky to have him!" She said angrily as she stuck her hands on her hips, Maka finally going over the edge. "Okay, okay mama. Don't you have some men to attend to? Geez, Soul and I need to unpack, so beat it." He said, rolling his emerald eyes as his mother suddenly broke out into tears, clutching onto her son. "No, that's not true Maka! Your papa and you are the only ones I love!" She cried, blubbering like a baby as Maka simply nodded and sighed, slowly pushing his mother off until she left.

"Okay, let's get unpacking." He nodded, smiling as Soul simply nodded and moved to start gathering her things to take them up. It had ended up taking them five hours to get everything upstairs and unpacked, the sun already down as the two sat on their new couch tiredly. "I guess I'll make dinner tonight, but that means you have to cook tomorrow." Soul said, Maka simply nodding in exhaustion as he stripped off his sweat vest and tie - trying to get more comfortable and cooled down.

Wandering into the kitchen, Soul looked through the refrigerator, unsure what to make. Closing the white door, she sighed. "Oi, Maka. What do you want for dinner?" She called out, furrowing her eyebrows slightly as she received no response. Wandering back into the living room with her hands on her hips, Soul got ready to repeat herself, only to realize that Maka had fallen asleep on the couch. "Not cool." She muttered as she saw him sprawled out, a part of her not wanting to admit that the male was kind of cute when he was asleep and not lecturing her about something. Kneeling down beside the couch, she poked his cheek quietly, smirking slightly when Maka groaned and mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. Poking his cheek again, Soul was taken by surprise as Maka suddenly reached out a hand, lightly pulling Soul down onto the couch with him and wrapping his arms around her, burrowing his head in her neck as he remained in his usual deep sleep.

Cheeks flaring, Soul furrowed her eyebrows even further, struggling to get out of his arms. "O-oi! Tiny Dick! Let me go!" She said loudly, going on like this for another five minutes until she finally realized that it was no use. Sighing, Soul finally gave in, giving in to both Maka's embrace and the sleepiness that was soon to consume her. She supposed it would hurt to rest her eyes for a bit, wouldn't it?

The next morning, Maka blinked as he slowly awakened, jumping slightly as he realized he was with someone on the couch, a petite female figure lying on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her. Looking down, Maka's face contorted into that of a surprised one as he saw that it was Soul - the beautiful white-haired girl sleeping soundly on her chest, a small amount of drool dripping from her pink lips onto his chest. Terrified of moving and waking her up, Maka simply lied there for a moment - wondering how he was going to get out of this situation without agitating the sleeping bear that lie on his chest.

But before he could come up with an escape plan, his mother decided to pay them a visit, slamming the door open with a large smile on her face. "Maka, dear! I brought you a cak-" She began, holding up the white box with a grin until she saw the two on the couch, her face suddenly turning into that of a dangerous one. "What did I tell you about touching my precious Maka, Octopus!?" She cried.

Perhaps this really was the start of a beautiful partnership.