Author's Notes: So far, so good. Now it is time for Soul to meet Black Star. How will this turn out?

"You can not be kidding me." Soul muttered and the director nodded encouraging. Today was just a dress rehearsal, thank goodness. The problem is that he was asked to actually fill in for the movie and the sequel. The sequel! It is bad enough he has to actually go on set, in front of a camera, and blush every time Kid sends him a smirk, but to repeat this soon-to-be process is what really upsets.

"U-Um...I d-don't think I c-can..." He said while pulling at the long skirt but the director immediately got on his knees with tears in his eyes, making everyone exasperated.

"Please Miss Miracle!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"We need your beauty!," Soul blushed, "There is no other female like you out there. This could save our whole department! We'll give you anything!"

"I don't want anything." Soul grumbled while stepping away from the man, who raised his arm out, "Please. I just want to go home and not have to worry about this."

"No! Miss Miracle!" As the male marched out the set, Maka walked over in front of him with hands on her hips.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" She demanded and Soul frowned.

"Leaving. What else?"

"Soul! He just offered you a free opportunity to-"

"An opportunity I don't want to take. You already know this Maka." The girl huffed and leaned closer with a threatening look, making Soul shiver.

"All I'm asking is for you to at least try it out. If it does not go well for you, then you can turn this down. Please Soul, just give this a chance for once." The male looked down uncertainly before glaring at her.

"Fine. I'll try this out. But don't expect my consent any time soon."

Before she could say anything, the boy marched down the hall. She wondered if her stunt earlier is going to tick him off even more but she decided to say anything. She wanted to see just how far this cross dressing thing could go.

After quickly switching out of the clothes, Soul decided to head back home instead of school since the exam is most likely to be over. He can always count on Maka to ruin his chances of college.

Slinging his bag on one of his shoulders, he walked down the sidewalk of the busy city, growing a little weary when some seedy-looking men eyed him weirdly. He wondered if he still had some make-up on but remembered that he thoroughly washed his face. An unknown breeze hit his legs but he did not pay much attention to it, seeing as he grew cautious of practically every guy he walks pass. Why were they eyeing him all hungry-like? Last time he checked, the men in this city are not so open about being gay.

At least, that is what it looks like.

Before he could turn around a corner, a hand snatched his wrist and he whirled around to see one of the previous creepy men. His skin began turning pale.

"Hey there miss. What are you doin' out so early in such an outfit?" Soul frowned. Was he just called 'miss'? And what 'outfit'? He could have sworn he wore his hoodie and pants-

His red slowly looked down to see neither of those things. Instead, he was wearing a pink sweater and a skirt. No wonder he kept feeling a cold breeze on his legs. But how the hell did he grab girly clothes instead of his own!? He could have sworn he left his hoodie and pants on the chair where Maka was standi-

MAKA! THAT-!

Soul tried to yank his wrist out but the hold on his arm was pretty strong. This is why he does not want to show-off but does Maka listen to him? No. Now he is most likely going to be molested and probably raped because he is in a provocative outfit. Either that or he really does look like a girl.

"U-Uh... I r-really need to go-"

"Aw come on babe. You must be so lonely just walking' around like this?" Soul tried to move again and glared at the man.

"I'm a boy!" The man blinked with a perplexed look. Soul had really thought he was about to be free when the man suddenly smirked.

"Yeah right. Playin' hard to get right?" He gave an unbelievable look and tried to stop the hands roaming down his waist.

"N-No! I'm really a guy!" The guy pulled at his skirt, trying to lift it up but Soul kept the hem of it down. As feminine as it is, Soul did not want to have his privates being checked out regardless of his gender.

"Come oooon. I wanna see if you're really a guy. Lift up that skirt of yours to prove it."

"Stop it!" Just before Soul's grip was about to broken, the man was suddenly slammed to the ground ungracefully. Soul quickly stepped back against the brick wall behind him with wide eyes as a figure lowered his foot. His red eyes looked from the man to his 'savior?' and nervously held onto the front of his pink jacket. The man was already on the verge of passing out from the harsh blow on his head and was kicked to the side.

"The lady doesn't want anything to with you. Leave already."

"Uuugh..." Seeing as he could not do anything else but moan in pain, the man was forced to slowly crawl out and walk on a drunken stupor. Soul silently watched this and shivered when the person looked at him out the corner of his eyes. The teen did not know whether he was safe or not since this person looked as though he could take advantage of him as well. Speaking of the said person, the male walked up to him and Soul tightened his grip on the front of his sweater, not knowing what to do now.

"U-Uh..." Soul's mouth slowly hung open, mainly because he was at loss of words. He was staring back at, what he called, an attractive male. Soul thought he was the only person with natural, spiky hair but it seems like he needs to take a closer look at people. Or try to come out of his house some times. Blue, unruly spiky hair caught his attention, but so did the slightly narrow blue eyes. His own red eyes trailed down the person's body and Soul nearly drooled. Never, in his life, has he seen such a naturally muscled body. Those jacked arms... oh what he would give to feel them.

"You okay, miss?" And then he was stoned. Why is it that despite being a boy, he has to inherit his mother's genes more while basically the rest of the male population is very distinctive from a female?

"I-I'm fine." His voice cracked and he straightened up. Soul's eyebrows rose when he did not even come close to this person's height since he was forced to look up at the other male. Now he feels even more unnecessarily small. "Thank you." His 'savior' gave a small smirk that made his heart stop a little.

"No problem. 'You okay enough to walk on your own?" Soul bit his bottom lip and pushed off from the wall, staggering a little when he did not realize how weak his legs were. Muscular arms quickly wrap around his waist and Soul swore his face was as hot as the surface of the sun now.

"S-Sorry. Today has been... hectic. I'm fine." It was quiet for a moment before the teen jumped out of the other male's arms. He had almost forgotten why he had left the studio in the first place. He was about to leave when a warm hand grabbed it shoulder.

"Hold it." Soul swallowed nervously and froze in his spot. "Are you sure you can go out on your own?" Now that he thought about it, he doubted that the seedy-man from earlier is going to be the only one jumping at him. However, if he had protection...

"Actually... C-Could you... walk me h-home?" He shyly asked while brushing a bang behind his red ear. The other person flushed a little but grinned, an expression completely opposite from the scary one earlier.

"Sure. Lead the way." He responded while holding out his arm. Soul gladly took a hold of it with both hands and the two began to walk ahead. They turned the corner and he could not help but give a sigh of relief. He could not wait to go home and be back in clothes that he prefers and won't be molested in. Soul glanced up at the male and flushed. If he were to wear his regular clothes, would this person recognize him? Would they even meet again at all?

"Hey... What's your name?" He asked and the blue-eyed male glanced down at him.

"Isn't it rude to ask for a stranger's name instead of introducing yourself first?" This made Soul very flustered.

"O-Oh! Sorry! I didn't know-! I just-! You-"

"Haha, it's fine. Just tell me your name." Exhaling, the teen blushed.

"Uh... I'm fine with Soul."

"Soul?"

"Yeah... I-It's a nick-name."

"Oh. Cool. I'm Black Star."

"Black Star?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Forcing himself not to grin at the stupid joke, Soul looked up.

"Well... I like your name. I-It's unique so..." He mentally hit himself for saying something so stupid. The one named Black Star chuckled.

"I'd say the same for yours." Soul softly smiled but shook a little when some grown men across the street began staring at him. His grip tightened on Black Star's arm and he walked closer to him, feeling a bit bare around the men. He seriously hated Maka right now. Black Star noticed his weary action and glared coldly at the men, their eyes immediately reverting to anywhere but them. They finally make it to Soul's house and the teen sighed in relief, knowing that his house is the only place of comfort.

"Thanks for everything. I really appreciated it." He said with a small blush and Black Star saluted.

"Don't mention. Just give me a call if you need assistance."

"Wha-?" His hair was ruffled and the other male began leaving. Soul only stared blankly before blinking when he felt something in his sweater pocket. He dug his hand inside and pulled out a slip of paper: a phone number scribbled on it.

Is he being hit on twice in one day!?

…

Damn his genes.

And the votes are in. So there you have it! Hopefully, the next chapter is going to be longer so that is another plus side. Please drop a review if you can and I'll respond to them in the next chapter!^^ Still... I wonder how someone voted for Black Star last chapter if they had not even seen him appear yet... o.O

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