Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or it's characters!


AN: Hey there, I'm still alive! Sorry, this is a much shorter chapter compared to the previous one but I don't have a lot of free time. Work is taking my soul... HA, see what I did there? ;p

But anyway, I just wanted to give you this chapter while I work on the next one... I hope you like it! 3


In case anyone wasn't sure: Blake is Black*Star


"Soul Eater Evans! Open this door, right now!" Blake shouted. "Don't you dare to keep your God waiting!"

Soul opened his eyes, a little confused. "What the-?"

"Blake, don't be so loud, it's not polite." No! That couldn't be, they're still-? Soul jumped up and opened the door. He grinned wide when he saw a familiar Asian woman. "Tsubaki!"

"Hello Soul-kun, I'm sorry about Blake." Tsubaki Nakatsukasa walked over to Soul and hugged him. "How are you?" She wanted to know.

"I'm pretty good for someone who just got out of prison."

Tsubaki patted Soul's face affectionately. "It's good to have you back."

Soul smirked. "Thanks Tsu, I missed you too."

"Okay enough with the chit chat! Let's go!" Blake interrupted. Tsubaki smiled and followed her boyfriend.

"So Tsubaki? What have you been up to?" Soul asked as they got into the car.

"Ah, not much. Blake and I moved in together three years ago and we went to Japan for a while. But Blake got called back to take care of some things so we returned to Death City."

"We still live in our old place." Blake added from the steering wheel. "You should come by sometime. My goddess cooks amazingly!"

Tsubaki flushed. "It's not that good Blake." She muttered. Blake shook his head violently, making him a blur of blue.

"Nonsense, you are able to please the one that'll surpass the god with your cooking skills; you should be praised for such an accomplishment."

While Blake continued 'praising' his girlfriend with her skills – and Tsubaki trying to calm him down – Soul sat in the backseat, watching them. They're so married. He thought with a grin.

"What are you smirking about Eater?" Blake suddenly asked, turning his attention to the albino man. Soul put his hands up. "Nothing!"

"So Soul, do you have a girlfriend?" Tsubaki cut in.

Soul frowned. "Where do you think I'd find a girlfriend Tsu? I've been locked up for five years. And prison is not really a place to find someone."

Tsubaki shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I thought you were already with someone before you got arrested."

"It's okay, really. I'm not really into dating anyway. Causes too much drama."

"Geesh you sound just like Pigtails." Blake grinned into the rearview mirror.

"Pigtails?" Soul asked, a little confused. Tsubaki waved it off. "A friend of ours." Then she turned to Blake. "You know how Maka doesn't like it when you call her that!"

"Well she isn't here right now, is she?" Tsubaki rolled her eyes but gave no further commentary about the subject.

They drove for another five minutes before they arrived at what seemed to be the busiest clubs of Death City. At least the waiting line made it appear like it. But Blake completely ignored it and let Tsubaki and Soul to the front of the line. While the blue haired man child talked with the bouncer, the other two tried to ignore the cries of outrage for line cutting. Of course Blake didn't notice it so he didn't feel guilty at all as he let his friends through first. But once they were gone, the self proclaimed god turned to the line of people and raised his two middle fingers high in the air.

Ugh! It's way too stuffed in here! Soul thought as he tried to make his way through the crowd. Everyone was pushing around and Soul got almost elbowed in the face multiple times in the last fifteen minutes. This was why he barely got out.

"Oi Eater! Keep moving!" Blake called over the music. Soul grimaced.

"I would if I could!" he shouted back, although noticeably softer. He yelped when Blake pushed him in the back, using him like some kind of battering ram. The three made their way to a seat in the back. "Peasant, get us some drinks!" Blake shouted.

"Fuck no! We just got here! I am not going back there!" Soul grunted. He looked with distrust at the dancing mass of people.

"I'll do it Blake. Just try and don't get into a fight." Tsubaki said and got up. She quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving the two young men behind in the booth.

They talked about what had been going on and their plans. "So Soul, what do you think about Tsubaki." Blake suddenly asked.

Soul raised a brow, confused. "What'cha mean?"

"You know, is she full on goddess material?" Blake said as nonchalantly as he possibly could. Which was surprising good. But still, Soul saw through his act none the less. He gawked at his friend. "What?"

"You're not really-" Soul stuttered. "Blake are you thinking about-?"

"Tying the knot? Yeah, I think I am." Blake looked a little nervously around him. "I mean, I know it's uncool but Baki and I are together for so long.. y'now, I think it's about time."

Soul grinned. "It's not uncool. It's amazing. Jesus fuck Blake, I thought you'd never do it!" He'd always considered Tsubaki the only suitable girl for Blake. She had the patience of a saint, which was admirable considering how attention demanding Blake could be.

Blake grinned back. "Well I have been thinking about it a lot lately but I wanted to know what you'd think about it."

"I say, go ask her. I'm sure she'll say yes."

"Of course!" The self proclaimed god said, confidence back in check. "Who would resist the awesome me? Only a fool would do such a thing!" And just in time Tsubaki returned with the drinks for the three of them.

"I'm sorry guys, there were so many people!" The girl apologized. The guys shrugged it off. "So what have you been talking about?"

"Not much." Blake said hastily. Which earned a confused look from his girlfriend. But Tsubaki ignored it with a gentle smile and a sip of her drink.

"So Soul-kun, what are your plans now that you're free?" She asked over the music.

Soul shrugged. "I have found a job. Some crappy grocery store gig." He took a swig of his beer. "I'll drop it as soon as I have a bit of a piggy bank."

"Dude, don't your parents own a shit load of money?' Blake asked.

The young man gritted his teeth. He hated his parents. And they probably hated him in return. Salem and Diana Evans were notorious for holding grudges, even to their own family. Soul had gotten a letter announcing his disownment to their will when he was in prison. Not that Soul would expect anything else from them.

"My parents have disowned me as soon as I took a step in Black Blood. So that ain't a solution. No, it's just gonna be like the old times. Taking a shitty job." Blake laughed loudly while Tsubaki gave him a sympathetic look.

Soul ignored them and took another drink, looking around. Everyone was either dancing, drinking or a combination. Not a pretty picture. He had given up the party life long ago. Even before he got locked up. He never liked to be in a big crowd of people.

The trio stayed for a while before a drunk Blake started picking a fight with some guys who were practically undressing my goddess with their eyes and I will have none of that shit!

Soul drove Tsubaki and Blake to their apartment and then went home with the bus. Tired and lightly intoxicated he fell asleep on his bed/couch.

If Soul was not a fan of one thing it was having to wake early. Or terrible music. It was just his luck that he had to start early at Perishables grocery store, and that they only played Top 40 music non stop. Soul preferred the smooth, deep notes of jazz over auto-tuned wails.

With gritted teeth he filled the stocks while trying to block Taylor Swift's Shake It Off out of his head. He had been working for a couple of days now at the store and he thought it was... decent. Despite the early hours and the bad music. The colleagues were nice, if not closed off. But that was okay because Soul wasn't much of a talker either. The pay was decent, though he of course wished he could make more. But Soul didn't want to get another time/spirit stealing job so he stayed with Perishables.

His peace got disrupted when one day he saw a familiar face walking through the isles. "What is he doing here?' Soul muttered when he saw him.

"Eater." Giriko said when he met eyes with the white haired man. "I see you're enjoying freedom."

"Fuck off Giriko." Soul grumbled under his breath, hoping Azusa wouldn't hear him.

"Easy Eater, you wouldn't want me to call your boss right?" Giriko said, as if he head read Soul's mind. Soul just showed his teeth in a scowl but gave no further reply. "That's a good boy."

"Why are you here?"

Giriko yawned, bored. "The boss wanted me to check on you. And according to Blake I could find you here."

"Well you found me so now you can leave again." Soul knew it wouldn't be so easy to get out. Oni had a habit of being persistent.

"Yeah well, he wanted me to give you a message as well. Said if you wanted to make some extra cash, he had a little job for you." Giriko grinned when he saw Soul's curious eyes. "Interested Eater?"

"What is it?" Soul asked, trying to sound not too interested. He continued filling the stocks to act uninterested but Giriko was not impressed.

"Just a security job. Oni and I have to visit a club for business. You still have a name around the streets, if they see you with us, they'll be sure to not fuck around." Giriko smirked. "If you still got your mojo of course."

Soul scowled. "Don't worry, I still got it." He had kept on working out – and fighting – while in prison.

"Good. We'll pick you up at nine." Giriko picked a can of beer from the rack and left, sending Soul a last smug smirk. The younger man watched him leave with a scowl.