Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I'm just a fan. The End.
A/N: In your face, Monica. You thought I wouldn't update. Shame on you. x)
Thank you guys for the supportive reviews, and I noticed I screwed up a bit on chapter 1.
I kinda started switching to Maka's point of view without warning, so sorry for any confussion.
I went ahead and fixed it anyways, so it's no longer a problem. So here's chapter 2, as promised. :)
Enjoy.
Maka awoke feeling very sore for some reason. It felt like maybe she had slept in a awkward posistion and now her back muscles were paying for it. She groaned as she sat up to stretch.
Black*Star's loud ranting could be heard throughout the large apartment. He sounded in a hurry.
Maka could aslo hear Tsubaki saying things here and there like,
"Don't be late,"
and
"Here's your lunch I packed you,"
In responce Maka heard him say something along the lines of,
"I'd never be late! I'm godly like that!"
Maka groaned again and let herself fall back on to the bed. She didn't really have anything to get up for, and it made her feel useless. Maybe she could get up and help clean the house for Tsubaki or something.
It was motivation enough for her to roll off the bed and shuffle to the bathroom right there in her temperary room, which happend to be Tsubaki's & Black Star's only guest room.
She was surprised they even had a guest room.
To be honest, she thought last night she would surely be stuck sleeping on the couch.
As she turned on the shower she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
She realized in her mind that the guest room she was staying in proably used to be Tsubaki's because of the feminine shampoos. This was probably her bedroom before she started staying in Black*Star's.
Maka quickly made herself clean and got dressed in some casual clothes before venturing out the room to find Tsubaki cleaning dishes that was probably Star's breakfast.
Tsuabki looked up from her soapy work and smiled softly.
"Good morning, Maka. How did you sleep?"
Maka walked over and began helping by drying the wet plates with the clean rag.
"Soundly," She smiled back.
"That's good." Tsuabki nodded as she continued to clean a coffee mug.
Maka glanced around a bit, quietly, and then turned back to Tsuabaki and took the mug to dry it.
"Where has Black*Star run off to so early?" She toggled curiously.
"Ah, he just left for work."
"Work...?" Maka asked slightly shocked. "You mean he has a job?"
Tsuabaki nodded.
"We needed some money to start coming in and he wouldn't let me get one," She explained softly.
"So he got a job, while I stay home and do the cooking and cleaning things."
This made Maka start to feel useless again.
She, nor Soul, worked due to the fact that Maka's father constantly sent her money. She would always use it to pay bills and buy groceries. And she and Soul would always take turns cooking dinner and cleaning.
So she always had it made pretty easy.
Maka placed the last clean plate on top of the small dry stack of dishes she created.
"What does he do?"
At this Tsubaki didn't hold back her soft laughter before answering.
"He works at the big super market. He does just about everything from bagging things to cleaning isles,"
She giggled again.
"To working on the innercom..."
Maka laughed too. She could just imagine Black*Star's shoutings echoing throughout the whole store and how he probably had a customer time him as he bagged their groceries, like trying to beat a record.
"It sounds like the perfect job for him." Maka smiled.
Tsubaki began putting the plates into the cubbard.
"Oh, it is. He's just a promotion away from being co-manager!"
"Wow," Maka said surprised. Tsubaki was so lucky.
She had a boyfriend who obviously cared so much for her and did an amazing job looking out for her, even with his childish personality.
"Do you think...he could help me, y'know, get a job...?" Maka asked thoughtfuly.
Now that she was going to be on her own, she wanted to learn the responsibilty of a job. After all, she did not want to continue taking Papa's checks. She would constantly feel like she owed something to him.
Tsubaki's face seemed to brighten.
"OH. He was just telling me this morning about how little people they have working there," She beamed.
"I'm certain he'll work something out for you. But, Maka you know you don't have to work. We--"
"No I need to. I can't stand feeling useless and besides I can't stay with you both forever," Maka explained.
"Eventually, I need to find my own place and then I'm going to have to work anyways, so..."
Maka shrugged. Tsubaki nodded, seeming to understand. Then she spoke to change the subject.
"Oh, Maka. Sorry, would you like some breakfast?" She began to shuffle towards the fridge.
"It's okay, Tsubaki. We just finished cleaning up and I'm really not that hungry."
Tsubaki paused for a moment then pulled out a small carton of juice.
"At least drink some orange juice, please." She said, pouring a mug.
She handed it to Maka. Maka almost felt like a child, having Tsubaki explain to her about how she need vitamins and how breakfast was the most important meal of the day.
Tsuabaki will make an wonderful mother some day, Maka thought as she began to gulp down the juice.
"...!" Maka slapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes widened at the sudden feeling in her stomach.
"Maka...?" Tsubaki reached for her, asking what was wrong but Maka turned and bolted for the bathroom, quickly leaving the half empty, half full mug on the counter.
Tsubaki followed her to where she had left the bathroom door open. It seemed the juice made Make sick.
Tsubaki nelt down beside Maka and held her pigtails out of her face so she wouldn't get anything in her hair. Maka whined miserabley as she gagged. The taste in her mouth was disgusting.
She stood up and quickly flushed the toilet before rinsing her mouth out in the sink.
"Maka, I'm so sorry." Tsubaki began apologising quickly. "I didn't think the juice was bad. Maybe I should do some groscery shopping soon."
Maka shook her head after she rinsed out the taste in her mouth.
"No, it's fine. I just...ate something bad yesterday, I'm sure." Maka guessed.
Tsubaki looked like she wanted to say something, but simpley nodded slowly.
"Come on, I'll go make us some bacon and eggs." She said, starting to walk out the bathroom.
Maka gave in and went to go help cook breakfast for them both. They ate silently while watching some telivision and later cleaned up the house a bit and talked about things while eating sandwiches for lunch.
It wasn't until later that night, when Maka had started helping make dinner, that she heard Black*Star come in the apartment.
"YoHOOOooo~!"
Of course, he didn't sound at all tired. She saw Black*Star wearing a name tag with his infamous signature drawn on it. He was rambling on to Tsubaki about his 'new record' as she listened with a smile of her face while chopping a carrot.
"Ah. Hellooo, Maka!" He greeted loudly.
This made Maka look up from her stiring the large pot of stew. She half waved.
"Hey, Black*Star."
He had grown up quite a bit, Maka noticed. He no longer looked like a little boy, but then again he didn't look manly either. It was that 'inbetween' stage that she knew Soul was going through as well.
She sighed to herself at the thought of Soul. She hated to admit it, but she missed him. She started reminding herself that she couldn't go back. She was not going to turn out like her mother and have someone constantly leave her for someone else.
This thought seemed to empower Maka, remembering how her own Papa would go to the clubs with his arms around some other women while she stayed home with her worried mother.
The three of them ate and chatted, mostly Black*Star talked of course, and Tsubaki mentioned to him that Maka had been asking about getting a job.
"Inspired by my god-like motivation, eh?" He smiled widely.
Maka rolled her eyes at him.
"I just need to start getting used to working, since I'm gonna be on my own and all." She explained.
Tsubaki spoke, "I told her you were low on workers. You could help each other out, right?"
"Sure, of course! After all, I'm so godly, I have the power to hire people as I see fit!"
Tsubaki let out a small gasp.
"You mean you got the promotion, Black*Star?" Her voice excited.
"YUP." He smiled a huge, smug grin.
Maka saw Tsubaki clap happily.
"Oh, congratulations! This is wonderful." She beamed, obviously proud of him.
Maka smiled at him as well and contributed a,
"Congrats!" feeling happy for him and herself, now that she knew she had a job and even better, she had a boss who she was quite familiar with.
"Oh," Tsubaki suddenly sound brought down. "You should have told me sooner. I wouldn't prepared a more celibrating-worthy..."
Maka smiled. It was obvious that Black*Star's vocabulary was rubbing off on Tsubaki.
"The stew was GOD-LIKE." he said dramaticlly, making Tsubaki smile.
Maka smiled too at hearing him use the only adjective he seemed to know.
That night, Maka lay awake thinking about things. She began to let her mind wonder about Soul. She hated it so much, but she missed him. She knew she couldn't go back though.
The constant reminder of her mother's mistake empowered her to stay strong. She'd be fine on her own.
Her thoughts began to now ponder where she was going to go when she was ready to leave. She knew Tsubaki and Black*Star would tell her she could stay as long as she wanted, but even they would soon grow weary of her presence.
Maka could see how she was a thrid wheel, like an awkward person on the side of a, what seemed to perfect, couple. She couldn't help wondering when and if they were desiding to get married. And were they planning on having kids?
Maka's stomach made a strange noise as a weird feeling rushed over her. She turned over to get comfortable, desiding to ignore it and try to get some rest.
So it should be obvious, but I'm not saying anything to spoil it for those who've yet to figure it out.
God. I gotta hurry up and get Kid in here, huh? I do likes me some Death the Kidzzz.
Anyways, thank you guys so much for the reviews. They really do help motivate me to write.
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