Alright, second and probably final chapter. I've decided that I'm going to keep most of my stories open for consideration from now on, because it seems that everytime I publish a one-shot, I come up with an idea for a second chapter a month later.

I thought that maybe it would be nice to add Maka's opinion to things, though I warn you she is more difficult for me to write. I hope this comes out as decently as the first chapter did.

Thank you so much for the people who reviewed, it makes me smile and want to write more.

So, without further ramblings, chapter 2, Maka's P.O.V.

As her partner had mentioned a few times before, cute was not his type of woman. Well, that was really fine with her, because men were just not her type of guy anyway. All men were cheating scum, with maybe Three exceptions. Or two and a half. Or one.

Blackstar counted as one. Maka was fairly certain he wasn't quite as bad as the others, if only because he was too pre-occupied with his own godliness, or because she had grown up with him and pounded the phrase 'don't cheat' into his skull more times than either of them could count. He was safe-ish, but only because of her own interference.

Kid was also acceptable. Mostly because he had never seemed *ahem* sexually interested in anything, probably because he was a grim reaper. He had no need to go tramping around, and he had too much shinigami-honor to abandon his friends anyway. Seeing as he wasn't really human, Maka couldn't count him either.

And then there was Soul, her partner, her weapon. He was the third "exception," as you might call it. Maka was fairly confident he wouldn't leave her, as a partner, or as a friend. (or as anything more, NOT THAT THEY WERE ANYTHING MORE, but if they were, which they most certainly were NOT.) 'Cool guys don't cheat' he had told her again and again, and sometimes she almost believed him. He would never hurt her. Maka found herself repeating the phrase, just to make herself accept it, because it wasn't fair to Soul if she didn't trust him. Soul had never given her a single reason to not trust him.

But still.

Thoughts of partner requests flooded her mind more than they flooded his locker, while her's remained Maka, that clearly meant that he was so much farther abouve her. She couldn't even fight without him, and he was a death scythe now. He had no reason to stay with her, a weak little meister who couldn't hardly wield him as well as another meister could, and with his status…

And then there were the love letters. All those girls that were so obviously interested. Soul always threw those letters away as fast as the partner requests, but surely he didn't want to go his whole life without dating? He was probably just waiting for a girl with enough guts to confess to his face; then he would go off with her, and with Maka's luck, the girl would probably be a meister to, and then Soul wouldn't want to be her partner anymore and she'd lose him as a even friend.

Maka shook her head. Soul had promised he would never replace her with another meister, so he wouldn't, end of story. He was trustworthy, more so than any man- any person Maka had ever met. He wouldn't leave her.

Still, the thoughts of him with those girls was one that made her not only scared and sad, but angry (not jealous.) They hadn't even wanted anything to do with him until he became famous, just like none of those meisters had wanted him until he became a death scythe. All those stupid girls crowded around him every day, and Maka bet that they didn't even know his last name. Not his real one anyway. Maka felt a bit of comfort and pride in the fact that he always ignored those girls in favor of walking with her, sometimes even holding her hand in his own as they pushed together through the masses. Not that she enjoyed holding his hand. Because unless it was in a battle holding hands was something you enjoyed doing only with the person you liked, and Maka certainly did NOT like Soul that way. (Though she guessed there was no shame in admitting that she like holding his warm, rough hand just as a meister. Anyway, those mobbing girls weren't worthy of him, because they didn't even know who he was, nor had they been willing to accept him before, as she had.

Soul was the one who had agreed to be her partner on the very first day they met, and he had shared his Soul with her in the tortured noted of a piano before he even knew her middle name. He had helped her fight, and took the lead, and put his life in her hands, quite literally.

Soul was the one who had kept every secret she had ever whispered, who stayed awake with her when she had a nightmare, who held her when she was crying over a postcard from her mother. He was the one who put up with her Maka chops and demands for a clean apartment, and god knew he put up with her trust issues. Soul was safe. He was someone who had promised without empty words, that he would care about her always.

Which is why she trusted him. As a weapon, even as a person, as a man. That didn't mean she wanted to be with him romantically, because even though he had broken down all her walls and was the only one who would ever meet those basic requirements she needed to love someone, that didn't mean she was gonna love a lazy, sloppy, thinks-he's-cooler-than-he-is, ass. Because even though he was her friend, he was still totally unbearable sometimes. Even though she kind of liked his cool guy attitude. And all his faults didn't seem that bad when he smiled at just her.

NOT THAT SHE LOVED SOUL.

...Okay maybe she did.

Maybe she had even admitted it to herself, despite her constant insecurities.

Maybe she had even fantasized about what a romantic relationship with him would be like, she just didn't think it was a good idea to revisit those thoughts when she was sitting on the living room couch with his head in her lap as she read, because if she blushed,you can bet that even if she tried to hide it behind the cover of her book, he would notice it. He just knew her that well, and he wouldn't let it go without questioning her, or at the very least teasing her.

And if he did, well, his reactions would just cause her to think about the whether or not he loved her back (and she thought that maybe he did, in this hypothetical situation, even if she wasn't busty like Blair, because lately he had begun acting more and more like those boys in the romance novels, and choosing her over everything else. But as she said, this was all hypothetical, since she didn't love him anyway)

But if I did love someone, Maka thought, smiling down at Soul as he cracked one crimson eye open and smirked up at her. It would be the one I can trust. It would be Soul.

He was resting his head on her lap guys that is so freakin intimite. Maka is is love with her cool, lazy weapon and Soul is in love with his cute little meister, I think we can all agree.

Constructive criticism of all kinds is always great, especially since it's currently one am and I have to wake up at six, so this will never be proofread.