Soul Eater

Well, here's chapter two. I'll be posting chapter three soon, so look out for it. Yesterday we got Soul, today we got Black*Star, can anyone guess who we get tomorrow? Yeah, that's pretty much how things are going to go. The chapters are pretty short, but maybe, as we get further along in the story, they'll get longer.

Anyways, I would like to thank everyone that took the time to read the first chapter. I'm very thankful to all my readers, reviewers, followers, ect.! You all make me very happy and I hope we have a nice time together. Also, please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations!

P.s. Don't worry, Psyka. I'll update Untouchable either tomorrow or Saturday. I'm not sure yet. I'm just taking a break right now. :)


Three's a Crowd, Four's a Nuisance

Chapter 2 - Black*Star

He got ready. He got ready to burst right in the classroom and make his grand entrance. Class had already started, but Black*Star, in particular, didn't care. He had to always make an impression. He had to always be the best in everything. He had to show everyone who the boss was. Snickering to himself, Black*Star planted his feet on the floor as he stared at the door before him.

This time he swore to himself that he would get her attention. This time he promised himself that he wouldn't stop his ruckus until she noticed him there. That's the what he always said, but every time, whether it was outside of the classroom or not, Black*Star just couldn't get her attention. Whenever he would try to talk to her, she would just sway him off and continue on reading her damn book.

Black*Star just didn't understand. How was it that a damn book was more important than him? It annoyed him to no end. No matter what he did or what he said, Black*Star just couldn't get the attention he wanted. He wanted to talk to her, have a conversation with her, but every time he approached her, his presence seemed to annoy her.

They weren't like that before. Back when the were just kids, they were always together. They would play together, walk together, do their work together; to sum it all up, they did everything together. Ever since they entered Shibusen, everything changed between them. They grew distance and Black*Star couldn't help but miss that old friend of his. He wished things could back to the way they used to. Of course, that would never happen since his ego always got in the way.

Then it didn't help much that he actually starting liking her more than a friend. Black*Star had no idea where that feeling started developing. He had no idea where the hell it had come from. All he knew was that he liked Maka Albarn and he was just going to go along with that feeling. Afterall, he always lived by the moment and did whatever he pleased.

He probably started liking her ever since they were little. He never realized it until now; now that he saw her getting a little too close to Soul. They seemed tight together and she had even turned him into a Death Scythe. That bond that Maka had with Soul used to belong to him. He used to be the one that was always by her side. Things were different now, but Black*Star was determined to regain his spot back in her heart. He was determined to make Maka like him the way he was starting to like her.

What did she have that other girls didn't have? He was going to surpass God one day, so that's why he deserved the best girl out there. There wasn't a doubt in Black*Star's mind that Maka Albarn was just perfect for him. She was pretty, strong, brave, courageous, and plain awesome. Of course, she would never be as awesome as him, but she was close enough. They were both strong and if they joined together, then they could probably rule the world.

Soul was no idiot. He won something more valuable than the lottery by choosing Maka as his partner. Still, Black*Star didn't bother to worry about him. Maka was not Soul's type of girl and even though they were pretty close, they were always arguing about everything. There was nothing deeper than friendship or so at least he hoped. Whatever the case was, Black*Star was going to make Maka like him and Soul would just have to accept their relationship. It was as simple as that.

Then again, how was he suppose to make Maka like him when he couldn't even get her attention? That's was part of the reason why he was loud and annoying because he wanted her to look at him. He wanted her to acknowledge his presence dreamingly. But, no. Whenever he tried to talk to her, showing off his awesomeness, the only thing he would receive was a big Maka-chop in the head. They were painful, but he figured that it was at least something.

Of course, being the star that he was, Black*Star wanted more. He wanted to be with her all time. He wanted to share his thoughts and his feelings seriously with her. He wanted to show her that she would never find a more amazing guy than him. He was one of kind and she was lucky that a guy like him was starting to fall for her.

With those thoughts on his mind, Black*Star laughed out loud to himself like if he was scheming something. His head was formulating a plan, a plan that would get him closer to the girl he liked. He wasn't going to let his nervousness or fear get in the way. He was the mighty Black*Star and he was about to show the world that he could everything he wanted, even the girl that made his heart pound like crazy.

Smirking to himself, Black*Star took in a deep breath as he stomped toward the door. Pushing the door open with the loudest bang, Black*Star jumped inside room, more excited than ever. "Hey, weaklings! I, the amazing Black*Star, have finally arrived! This place just isn't the same without an amazing star like me! Bow down with respect, little people! The man that defeated the Kishin has made his appearance! Ha! Ha!"

Black*Star quickly scanned the room, looking for her. He spotted Tsubaki, who was silently freaking out by herself. She had already told him a million times to not attract so much attention, but, of course, Black*Star didn't listen to her. He didn't need her advice. He saw Kid, shaking his head back and forth with his hand on his forehead, probably ashamed that he talked to him. Black*Star paid no attention to him either. He could care less what that OCD freak thought about him.

Then he saw her. She was sitting next to Soul, her hair tied in her usual pigtails. Like always, though, she had her nose stuck in a book, not bothering to even look at him. It was always the same. She never looked at him when he came and it almost seemed like she didn't care whether he was there or not. If they weren't childhood friends, would she even talk to him?

"Black*Star! Stop making a fuss! It's bad enough that you're already late for class!" Sid, who was substituting for Professor Stein, told him. He gave him an intense glare, which sent a cold chill down his spine. No matter what way he looked at it, Sid was dead, a zombie, and he always gave him the creeps. "Go to your seat before I knock you out."

"Fine! But don't you think I'm scared of you!" Black*Star exclaimed pointing his finger at him. He hated being looked down on. He hated when people ordered him around. Placing his hands in his pockets, Black*Star headed toward his seat in utter defeat since, once again, Maka hadn't even bothered to look at him. "Man, this sucks! Who wants to be in here anyways?!"

Black*Star wished he could just go sit with her, with Maka, but that would be too awkward for him to suddenly sit there. Letting out a quiet sigh, Black*Star plopped himself in his seat, next to Tsubaki, his pretty cool amazing weapon. She looked at him with worried eyes before placing her hand on his shoulder. If only Maka could do something like that to him. "Where were you, Black*Star? Why were you late this time?"

"No, reason. I was just picking on this guy that was trying to fight with me." Black*Star lied to her, but it was enough to convince her. He couldn't tell her the real reason. He was always late because he would stay in front of the mirror for hours, trying to look good for the girl he liked. He seemed so pathetic for doing something stupid like that. "That idiot! Did he actually think he could defeat me, the amazing Black*Star?! I already defeated the Kishin and now all I have to do is surpass God himself! I am invincible!"

"Sure, Black*Star." Tsubaki replied with a sweet smile before turning back to the board and Sid. "Whatever you say."

So the rest of the class period, Black*Star had to endure Sid's boring lesson about all the types of Kishins in the world. Of course, the entire time, Black*Star was zoned out, his mind being occupied by Maka. He would look at her constantly, watching the way he her hand would move swiftly as she took notes. She seemed so into the lesson. She seemed so focused and so interested. Black*Star wondered where she would get all her enthusiasm to learn from.

Being as distracted as he was, Black*Star tried his best to behave. He tried his best to keep calm and quiet. Maka seemed to be enjoying the lesson, so he didn't want to interrupt anymore. Letting out a long annoyed sigh, Black*Star began to doodle on his paper, drawing small little figures of Maka, writing her name in all sorts of fonts. By that point, Black*Star realized that there was no hope for him. He either made Maka his girlfriend or he died trying or somewhat to that effect.

It wasn't hard. He could easily just go up to Maka and ask her to be his girlfriend. That wasn't the problem. Black*Star wasn't afraid of that. Heck, he had already fantasized himself confessing his feelings to Maka. That was the easy part. The one thing that Black*Star feared and dreaded was rejection. He didn't want to be rejected. It would be his worst nightmare if she rejected him. That's why he had to make sure she liked him before he confessed. He to make sure she liked him back before he did anything.

Time passed a little more quickly than Black*Star thought and before he knew it, the bell had rung for dismissal or some of the sort. He quickly stood up, his eyes quickly following Maka. She was gathering her books before she started walking toward the door with Soul by her side. Without a second to spare, Black*Star followed her, leaving behind Tsubaki, who was calling out to him.

Black*Star rushed out the door and ran down the hallway until he caught up to them. He stood right in front of them, blocking their path and making them stop walking. Black*Star gave them a smile before giving Maka a quick peek. Up close, Maka was even prettier. "Hey! Where do you guys think you're going?! Don't you think today is a great day to play basketball?! I think it is! I'll be able to show you my amazing skills!"

"This bookworm doesn't want to do anything." Soul commented pointing at Maka with his thumb. He let out a sigh before putting his hands in his pockets. "She's so boring. She never wants to do anything."

"How do you want me to play basketball when I don't even know the rules? I can barely even dribble the ball." Maka furrowed her eyebrows at him as she rolled her hand in a small fist. Even though she was angry, she still looked cute, adorable almost. Soul was so lucky to have her as his partner and yet, he didn't treat her the way she deserved. "I'll just make whatever team I'm placed in loose."

"If you have a great star like me on your team, then there's no way we'll lose!" Black*Star got next to her, placing his arm around her neck, pulling her closer, her scent filling his nostrils. This was the way he wanted to be. He wished he could always hold her liked that forever. "What do you say, Maka? Let's play some basketball! You can be in my team! Together, we'll beat Soul and those other lame losers!"

"Stop being annoying, Black*Star." Soul told him, pushing him away, but for a brief moment, Black*Star saw anger flickering in his crimson eyes. Of course, Black*Star paid no attention to that. "There's no way you'll be able to change her mind. She's more stubborn than a mule."

"What did you say?!" Maka turned to look at him, threatening to Maka-chop him. Soul quickly apologized, taking a few steps back in fear. Maka calmed down before she turned to look at him, her green eyes piercing him deeply. "Maybe some other day, Black*Star. I'm going to go to the library right now."

"If you like," Black*Star began a little more quiet than before. He pretended to kick something on the floor as he placed his hands in his pockets. "I could go with you. I mean, I don't mind going to the library."

Maka smiled, but didn't say anything. She pressed her books tightly against her chest, his suggestion probably getting a little bit too awkward. "It's okay, Black*Star. I'm just going to go study. It'll probably just bore you." She smiled at him again, this time more sweetly. "I'll see you tomorrow, Black*Star."

He watched her leave silently, not saying a single word. He was happy. He was happy that she had given him a smile. It was something small, but it was enough to fill him with satisfaction and content. With small steps, he would be able to make Maka like him and then he would be able to confess to her. He would be able to make her his girlfriend and they would be together forever.

It was a big dream, but he was the amazing Black*Star and he was bigger than life itself.