She snuggled up next to Soul on the only couch in the living room and breathed in his familiar scent. She laid her hand on his chest and he rested his hand on her hip. After a moment his hand began to rub her back and forth along her hip and reaching down to her butt. She held him close, no longer watching what was on t.v, but waiting in suspense at what he was going to do next. His hand's range became larger and larger until he was rubbing from the bottom of her bra all the way down to her thigh and squeezing at the plump flesh. Every squeeze pulled the skin away from her other leg, allowing for a draft of air to rise up her skirt. She loved the feeling, and before she knew it she was mewling and straddling his side.

She stopped when she realized and he grinned, showing his claw-like teeth. He shifted himself beneath her and she now straddled his hips and rested her tiny hands on his chest. He placed his arms behind his head and looked at her appreciatively. She blushed and gripped his t-shirt and tightened her knees on him.

"If you keep acting this cute," he said softly. "I won't let you leave." Before she could respond, he took her mouth in his and kissed her until they couldn't breathe. When he finally released her, she got up suddenly.

"I have to go," she said.

"What? Where?"

"I just – I have to go."

"No, wait." He grabbed her wrist, but she couldn't look at him. "What's wrong?" It wasn't really a question, it was more like he demanded an answer. Tears started to form in her eyes and she tugged at her wrist, but he didn't budge. "Tell me."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"It's nothing."

"Maka. Tell me what's in your eyes!"

"No!"

"Maka!"

"No!"

"Maka! Maka!" She looked up.

"Maka!" Soul said for the eighth time. "Get up! Your alarm has been going off for twenty minutes!" She moaned and sat up in bed, looking at the clock.

"What?" she said, unsure of what exactly was happening.

"Listen, Maka. If you're going to sign me up for stuff at school, you can't be the one to make us late. Get up, we have that New Student tour in less than an hour." He said, and shut the door behind him. She sat there dazed for another moment, before finally jumping out of bed in a panic.

They made it to the DWMA just in time to see the new students arriving. Maka still couldn't believe she slept through her alarm, she wanted to somehow blame Soul, but when she remembered her dream, she knew it was really her fault. She shook her head of it. Now is not the time. You can't be distracted while giving a tour! You'll look like an idiot. Her and Soul led the students around the empty halls of the Academy, showing them all the classrooms and the library and the back garden, until finally it was lunchtime. Several professors stood in the dining hall, prepared to answer any questions the students had thus far.

Maka sighed in relief at the break she was finally given. Even though giving tours was something she really enjoyed, that didn't mean it was easy. Usually the students were pretty docile, but this time, there were several rowdy freshman who were testing her patience. Her and Soul sat at a table at the other end of the dining hall, Soul stuffing his face and Maka sipping her iced tea.

"Is it just me," Soul said munching on his hamburger. "Or are the guys in this group a couple of wads?" She laughed lightly in agreement.

"Come on, Soul. They're boys. Did you expect anything less?"

"What's that supposed to mean? You've got to admit, I'm cooler than that." He said smugly.

"Oh right. And you're so humble about it too."

"Damn straight." Maka rolled her eyes at him, but smiled once again. She glanced at her watch and realized it was time for the second half of the tour.

"Alright, Soul. Let's do this." He groaned, but got up anyway.

Maka managed to wrangle her group of students back together for the final hour of their tour, and as they made their way towards the gym, the boys began to banter once again.

"Dude, look at her legs."

"Yeah, dude, but look at her chest! She's got a bigger rack than our last teacher!

"Haha, yeah, and way bigger than our tour guide!" The boys laughed at their own, supposed joke, and Maka knew they were talking about her. She pinched her face together and tried her best not to say anything.

"Haha, shut up dude, she'll hear you."

"Who cares? She probably knows already.

"She probably has a nice ass under that skirt though." That's where Maka drew the line. She turned around and opened her mouth to start yelling, when Soul slapped it shut.

"Who wants to play basketball?" he asked the group nonchalantly. She looked at him with a grimace and tried to bite his hand, but he removed it before she could.

"Soul, what are you doing?" But he didn't answer.

"Anybody know how to play? Or are you guys intimidated by the master?" One of the annoying boys snickered, and so the other raised their hand.

"Yeah, I'll challenge the 'master'." He said mockingly and the other guys laughed and they raised their hands also.

"Count us in, too."

"Alright, sounds good. How does three on one sound?"

Maka had no idea what was going through Soul's head. She didn't know what went through it on a regular basis, but this really had caught her off guard. They were trying to give a tour, and he thought it was okay to play basketball? She sighed in defeat as the boys ran up and down the court.

"Wow! He's so cool!" Maka glanced next to her and the two girls sitting adjacent to her on the bleachers. They ogled at Soul, pointing to him and exclaiming every time he moved. She rolled her eyes, and looked at her partner. He ran tirelessly between the guys, rebounding every shot and snatching the ball at every opportunity. She raised her eyebrows as she realized her was kicking their butts.

"He's winning against all three of them!" the girls continued to coo. "Do you think he has a girlfriend? He's so cute!" Maka smirked to herself. If only they knew she lived with him. She wondered what they would do if they found out. She looked up when she heard a ball dribbling towards her, and saw Soul coming up to her barely panting. The other guys laid in a heap behind him, dazed and confused.

"I think my opponents are out of steam." He said grinning at Maka.

"It appears so. What's got into you, anyway?"

"I was tired of hearing them talk about your ass." She was surprised at this, and she didn't know what to say. "Or how your chest was flatter than an ironing board." Her face tightened and she Maka-Chopped him in the head.

"They never said that!"

The tour finally ended, and Maka waved the students good-bye and good luck as they walked down the Academy steps. Soul stood next to her watching them leave, happy that now they could finally go home. He looked at his meister and her smiling face and remembered that she wanted to move-out. His stomach turned. When the students were out of sight, Maka sighed.

"Okay, Soul. We can go home now." She started to walk towards Soul's bike, their mode of shared transportation. "I'm sure your tired from all that running. It's a good thing we rode here." He chuckled.

"I'm actually doing okay. Seems like endurance practice paid off."

"Pft. It wasn't 'endurance practice' you ass."

"Haha, whatever you say." They were silent for a moment, until Maka's stomach growled. She blushed at the noise, and Soul laughed. "That's what you get for eating rabbit food for lunch!"

Maka sat on the couch impatiently, listening to the fumbling of pots and pans in the kitchen.

"Soul," she said. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"For the tenth time, Maka, shut up! Unless you want to buy yourself some take-out."

"Well, at this rate, I might have to." His only response after that was more banging, and so she sighed and waited for him to finish. She couldn't remember the last time he agreed to cook dinner for them. She appreciated the gesture, but if she was honest, she was a little nervous as the quality of the meal. The whole thing made her think about her partner that much more, and she didn't like it. Did he really play that basketball game for my sake? No. That's ridiculous. I mean, even if he didn't like them talking about my ass, it couldn't possibly be from jealousy…could it? She laid down on the couch, resting her head on the armrest. She closed her eyes and thought of her dream from the night before for the first time that day. Her eyes snapped open as it flooded back to her, giving her a sick feeling. That dream. I've never dreamed something like that before. "Tell me what's in your eyes". What does that even mean? I shouldn't be this confused by my own dream. She thought long and hard about what her dream meant, and the only conclusion she could muster is that it came from stress. But never fear, she would be moving out soon, and so stress would be a thing of the past. She started to close her eyes again when Soul emerged from the kitchen.

"It's done!"