A/N: I realize I didn't really say anything on my first chapter… sorry. Anyway this is my first fanfiction and I'm so excited! SoulxMaka is one of my favorite couples! Thanks for reviewing if you did, just so everyone knows my chapters may be very lapsed…. The biggest demon of all, school, just started for me so I don't have much time to write, I'll try my best!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater

Soul emerged from his room smelling better than he had in a while. He walked straight into the kitchen at first not noticing the huge mess in the living room. "What the hell did you do to my house?" he yelled at Maka, who was crouched behind the upside down couch with her gun in hand aimed at the door. She had rearranged all of the furniture so she couldn't be seen if she laid down low enough. The room itself looked ransacked, in truth if there really was someone coming to kidnap her, they would probably skip this place after opening the door, thinking it was already checked; it wasn't a bad plan of hers.

"Safety first." She said standing and slipping the gun through one of her belt hoops. "You can take the next shift; I have to get ready for bed myself."

"I am not going to sit here and wait for someone that's not going to come." He yawned. "Besides, you said that no one but your mom knew you were leaving right? You have to account for their knowledge; they probably don't even know you're gone yet." He picked up the couch and moved it back to its original spot. "Just chill out." He said patting her head.

She sighed, "I guess you're right." Maka reached for his hand and took it off her head. "No need to treat me like we're still kids." She smiled slyly and exited the room.

Soul wondered if she would have been the same if she had stayed. Maybe she would be less outgoing, definitely. She wouldn't worry about saving herself from the bad guys; Soul would always have her back like before. She wouldn't be wearing those clothes; Maka hadn't ever worn something out of the ordinary that showed too much skin.

But then he realized if she had stayed she probably wouldn't be as dazzling. Even if Soul had remembered her being pretty and cute; he didn't realize that she was even cuter and prettier than that. All the time they spent away from each other had been a bad thing right? Or was it a blessing in disguise? Was being away strengthening their reassurance that they wanted to be with each other forever? So far, even if he wasn't sure, deep down it was reassuring Soul.

Alright. Things aren't awkward unless you make them awkward. She told herself. No way would Maka give Soul the satisfaction of telling him it was a mistake she had left. He would laugh at her and tell her how stupid she was. Even though she had regretted it from the minute she left. Scratch that. The second she stepped out of the door.

She dragged her tired legs over to her suitcase and got in her pajamas; a simple tank top and sweat shorts. They had been sweatpants at one point, but Maka had wanted a new pair of shorts so she took the scissors and Snip! Instant money-saving secret.

Maka looked at herself in the mirror; she felt a bit self conscious of her body. Soul knew her as tiny-tits but now she was a B cup borderline C! She had also gotten taller and suddenly her body wasn't of a four year old. She quickly threw a sweatshirt over her tank top and exited her room to enjoy her first night reunited with Soul. Who, even after promising to always be there for her, seemed particularly coldly attituded.

Maka trudged into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She unscrewed the cap on the milk jug and downed what was still left in it.

"Hey!" she heard Soul roar.

She turned on her heel. "Yes?" she asked wiping her mouth.

"You realize I do that all the time and we just shared germs." He said, it sounded like he wanted her to be disgusted or think that she could never do it again.

"So? I don't care, besides the carton's empty." It's not like she cared about germs. Was he stupid enough to think she could defeat the Kishin Ashura and almost die and be scared of germs? "You were the one who taught me how to do that in the first place. Unless you're worried about germs, then I'll stop."

"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes.

She strolled over to where he was sitting on the couch and plopped herself down next to him. He ignored her and continued to flip through the channels of television even though he knew there was nothing on. "Someone sounds like they're PMSing…" she joked.

Nothing.

"Geez Soul don't get too excited. We only haven't seen each other in five years." She said sarcastically.

He continued to ignore her. Wow. He was angry.

Finally he spoke up. "And who's fault was that?" he asked.

"What?"

"You said, 'we only haven't seen each other in five years.' And I'm asking you whose fault that was." He said with no emotion in his voice.

"Soul…" she pleaded. "Don't be like that. You know how much Mama means to me. If I lost her… I don't even want to think about it. But don't think I never regretted leaving. I did regret it from the start, and I still do. On my way back I thought about how I would get to see you again and I was happy because I missed you." Her voice quavered a bit, getting softer.

Soul's eyes softened as she looked down innocently. She hadn't really changed, she just looked different. She was still kindhearted and caring about everyone. Soul understood where she was coming from and let himself forgive her a little. "C'mere." He turned to her extending his arms.

She climbed into his arms. Tears forming at the corner of her eyes but she pushed them away. "I missed you so much." She whispered into his shoulder.

Soul held her close to him, as if she would escape from his grasp again. He buried his head in her ashy blond hair and breathed in, she still smelled just as sweet as she did before. "I missed you too." He sighed. "For every day, for five years." He heard her sniffle.

They pulled away from each other looking into their eyes. He still had mysterious red eyes that only Maka could read like a book. She still had her olive green eyes that made him melt.

He got up suddenly, "I'm tired and it's been a pretty overwhelming day. We can hang out tomorrow." He started towards his room but Maka stopped him.

"Wait!" she pulled him back by the hem of his shirt.

He turned back to her, "What's wrong?"

"Well," she avoided his eyes and stared at her feet. "I'm still scared someone's gonna break in…"

He sighed. "You don't have to worry about that anymore Maka. I'll protect you." She still looked uneasy. "Would it make you feel better if you slept in my room?" he asked with false reluctance.

She nodded and followed him into his room. Maka pulled back the sheets from the already undone bed and tucked herself in. Soul followed.

At first she stayed at the far end of the bed but slowly inched closer to Soul and when he asked her why she said it made her feel more secure. Finally they were practically hugging, and Soul put his arm around Maka just to make her feel better. He pretended like it was all for her sake, but he was enjoying every second of their closeness just as much.

At three thirty in the morning there was a large clatter in the kitchen that woke Maka up.

She looked to Soul who was holding her down so tightly she could hardly turn to wake him up. "Soul!" she whispered shaking his shoulders.

Soul only pushed her back down and murmured for her to go to sleep. "Soul!" she cried silently. "Someone's in the house!"

After what seemed like four hours Soul was woke up to find her crying into his shoulder. "What is it?" he put a hand on her back as he sat up; he could feel her heart beating fast. "What's wrong Maka?" he said louder.

"Shhh!" she pressed her cold finger to his lips. "Someone's in the kitchen!" she whispered, tears still streaming down her face.

"Stay here." Soul said as he grabbed the nearest thing he could find – a baseball bat- to beat the intruder.

Maka ignored him and followed, hiding in his shadow. They slowly, silently opened the door and peered inside the kitchen only to find the door busted down and a familiar blue haired boy sitting at the table with half the contents of the refrigerator in front of him, eating.

"Dammit Black*Star!" Soul yelled, turning on the lights. "You nearly scared me half to death." He threw the baseball bat across the room.

"Dude you're the one who gave me your key." He said taking a bite of a steak that had been sitting in Tupperware for who knows how long. "You were all like 'here you can just come whenever you want.'" He said in a mocking low voice.

"I didn't expect you to come at four o'clock in the morning and eat all my food!" he fumed. "Who is even around at this hour? You live like 20 blocks away!"

"GODS DON'T SLEEP! NOW WOULD YOU PLEASE EXCUSE ME I AM HAVING MY EARLY MORNING MEAL." He said way too loud for such early hours; he took a sip of beer before noticing Maka next to Soul. "Who's tha-"he paused squinting his eyes. "Holy shit is that… Maka?"

Soul nodded, "She just showed up on my doorstep last night." He put a protective arm around her waist pulling her close to him and steadying her from falling asleep standing up.

"Dude she's like," he looked for the right words. "Hot."

Soul knit his eyebrows together and mouthed 'shut up!' to Black*Star. It's not like Maka could hear any of this in the first place. She was almost asleep. Soul picked her up and carried her back to his room where he tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

He walked back to Black*Star. "If you choose to finish eating, you know where everything goes. Just leave the dishes in the sink, I'll wash them tomorrow." He racked his brain thinking he forgot something. "Oh yeah, if you wanna crash here use the couch since Maka is using her room again." He turned off the light in the kitchen leaving Black*Star in the dark.

When he got back into bed, Maka clung to him and put her head on his shoulder like a pillow. "Soul…" she called out in her sleep. Soul smiled to himself, he suddenly didn't mind the fact that he would have to go get groceries tomorrow only to have Black*Star eat them all again.