Hiya, Crimson here :)

It occurred to me that I didn't say the I lack ownership of Soul Eater...so here it is:

I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER NOR THE CHARACTERS OF SOUL EATER

~Enjoy :)

Maka:

When I arrived at the front of Death the Kid's mansion, I suddenly thought of Soul... okay, I was thinking about him the whole time, and I realized that Soul was all alone. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kid's number. He picked up on the eighth ring (probably because of his OCD problem).

"Hello?" Kid asked.

"Hey Kid." I mumbled.

"Hey Maka, how are you?"

"Good. Um, can you do me a favor?" I nervously asked.

"Sure." Kid replied.

"...Can you and Black Star go over to our apartment? Soul's all alone there."

"Sure. I'll call him. Are you here?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm right outside the gate."

"Well, you could've asked me when you were inside."

"The gate's locked" I replied.

"There's an intercom right next to it."

I looked over by the gate and saw a speaker with a button under it. "...Oh."

"You haven't told him, have you?" Kid asked.

"Ahhh...no." I replied.

"Maka..." Kid started to lecture.

"I know, Kid. I'm here to talk with the girls about it," I retorted. Then I asked, "Tsubaki's here, right?"

"Yeah she's here." Kid replied, as though I didn't just snap at him.

"Okay, good...um, Kid?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry." He chuckled a little bit. Then the gates made a loud clang! and opened up slowly. I walked up to the mansion and met Kid at the door.

"When you get there, tell Soul to keep the place clean, okay? And can both of you keep Black Star in line?"

"Yeah, sure." Kid replied nonchalantly.

"Thanks." I smiled. He smiled back and then using his shinigami powers, he created a skateboard, which is something that he does frequently. Then he rode down the sidewalk to go fetch Black Star while I walked inside and closed the door behind me. As I walked down the hall, I kept thinking of how I could get Soul to notice me. I thought about changing my appearance, but I didn't really know how to do that; and there's only one person I know who could help me with this: Liz.

Soul:

I lay on my bed, bored to death. There was absolutely nothing to do. I'm not in the mood to play video-games, I didn't feel like listening to music, and I can't poke fun at Maka, since she's not here. Isn't there some way for me to get the balls to tell her how I feel? A knock sounded from the door that leads to our apartment, and I ran up to open the door, hoping that Maka had decided to come back. Of course, it wasn't Maka; it was Death the Kid and the blue-haired monkey, Black Star.

"Yahoo! Black Star is in the house and ready to party!" Black Star shouted gleefully.

"What are you guys doing here?" I wondered Black Star immediately ran to the TV to play on the Xbox, and Kid rolled his eyes at Black Star.

"May we come in?" he asked politely.

"Well, since Black Star is already inside, I guess so." I softly closed the door behind Kid as he walked in.

"Seriously though, what are you guys doing here?" I repeated my question to Kid.

He sat down on the chair by the table in the kitchen. "Maka sent us."

I stared at him for several seconds, then blinked. "She did?"

"Yes. She asked me to fetch Black Star and to stay here for the night."

"Why?" My mind started to wonder as I listened to Kid.

"She thought you could use the company." Kid simply replied.

I was quiet again for about ten seconds, then I said, "Oh..." and plopped down on the chair across Kid.

Black Star shouted in victory, having passed a hard level that he hadn't passed before. "Your God has defeated the gun-wielding zombies, and shall continue to save everyone! Yahoo!" A huge grin shone on his face.

"Dude, it's a game; you can't save us by winning it," I said, clearly irritated.

Kid chuckled. I looked at him. "What's so funny?" I growled.

"You obviously don't want us here. You want her."

"Who?" I asked as I stood up to grab a coke.

He chuckled again, saying, "Don't play dumb. You want Maka here."

I froze, wondering if they knew how I felt about her... "Pfft, I don't want tiny-tits here." I said in a nonchalant manner, and a coke from the fridge and opened it.

Out of the blue, Black Star suddenly takes my coke and starts drinking it in front of me. "Hey!" I snapped.

He looked at me, clearly amused. "You're either in denial, or just plain lying to us, Soul." He smirked, and burped loudly.

I sighed frustratingly, walked to the couch and collapsed onto it. "No, I'm not, Black Star." I groaned tiredly.

Black Star rolled his eyes, and fished something out of his pocket, then tossed it to Kid. Kid eyed Black Star, who glanced at me, then Kid examined the object and smiled. "Impressive, Soul. It's even symmetrical."

I frowned. "What?"

Kid held up the object, and it dangled down the chain. It was the necklace I got for Maka. I went and gently took it from him, then hissed, "What the hell guys?! Don't snoop around! It's not cool!"

"Dude," Black Star said, "You just lied about not lying to us. That's not cool."

I sighed, then mumbled, "Alright, fine, you caught me. You happy now?"

Kid shook his head. "It doesn't matter if we are, Soul. What matters is if you are happy." I stared at them.

I seriously hope I'm not getting any advice about love. That would not be cool.

Kid pressed on. "Are you happy, Soul?"

"About what?" I asked tiredly.

"Being with Maka."

I could feel the heat rising to my face. "Y-yeah." I stammered, uncomfortable talking about my feelings for her. Then Black Star stepped forward and ruffled my hair. I shoved his hand away. "What the hell, man?" I snapped.

"Look, bro," Black Star said, "I've known Maka since we were named The Dynamic duo in Diapers, and I know how she thinks and acts and feels. Maka thinks all men are complete bastards, she acts like she hates fun, and she always feels lonely; but ever since she met you, everything was different. Now she thinks that most men are bastards, parties are the best thing since sliced bread, and, well..." Black Star scratched his head, thinking. "Well, she feels more included with others, but she mainly feels lonely, and has very low confidence in herself."

My eyes, widened. "What? Why?"

"Well for one, she feels like she's not strong enough to protect you-"

"Not that again..." I groaned.

"-She feels that she's always spoiling the fun for everyone-" Black Star continued.

"Well," I added, "Sometimes that's true-"

"-And she feels unattractive, ugly, which brings m-"

"What?! Why would she-"

Black Star roughly clamped my mouth shut with his palm. "I wasn't finished," he said, beginning to sneer. He sounded pissed, and it was not a good idea to be around him when he was pissed. Kid sat back down after he just stood up, surprised at seeing Black Star actually being serious about something.

"Anyway, as I was saying, this brings me to the subject at hand. I believe that you're the reason she feels unattractive and ugly." He removed his hand and instead, crossed his arms, glaring at me.

"Okay, first of all," I began, "How do you know all of this?"

"Uh, hello? I live with Tsubaki, dickhead-"

"Hey!" I exclaimed, furious and tired of listening to this crap.

"-and she and Maka talk about, literally, everything."

Kid looked annoyed. "You eavesdrop on them?"

Black Star looked at him for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. "Eavesdrop?! A god like me doesn't need to eavesdrop! I just have godly hearing!" Black Star laughed again, clutching his stomach.

"Black Star," Kid said, an edge in his voice. Black Star looked back at Kid, and nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Okay, yeah, maybe I eavesdrop on them," he admitted.

"Of course," I muttered.

"Hey, at least I know what's going on here," he snapped, "and she said that you're always making her feel that way."

"Why?! How am I doing that?!" I asked, bewildered by the words Black Star was saying to me.

"You know damn well how, Evans!" Black Star growled.

I flinched. He rarely calls me by Evans, and he only calls me that when he's ready to blow his top off. But he's right; I did know how. I was always calling her 'tiny-tits', saying that she had fat ankles, and said that no one would fall for a flat-chested bookworm like her. Who would've guessed that I would be the one to fall in love with her?

Ironic, yes.

"...Yeah, I guess I do, don't I?" I sighed, reflecting on how stupid I've been.

Black Star snorted and rolled his eyes.

"But why would you care how she feels? All you do is annoy her and say, 'I'm much stronger than you', and all that crap?"

"Because she knows I'm joking!" Black Star retorted.

"Well, she gives you Maka-Chops whenever you say that-" I started, but then Black Star interrupted, feeling very annoyed.

"I may jerk, hell, I may be an ass, but I care what happens to her, how she feels, and I admit, I do say things at the wrong times. She's like the little sister I never had! We've trained together for most of our lives, and she hates it when she messes up or feels weak. I always used to say, 'Maka, you're just as strong as I am, so don't think like that you're not. Just think of all the asses we've kicked together!" He chuckled, reliving his childhood memories. "-And sometimes she'd say, 'Well, I think I've kicked a little more than you,' and I would look at her and ask how, and she would have that smirk on her face, then kicked my butt and I'd fly a couple feet away. We'd laugh and her dad would get us ice cream. But that's between me and Maka. We know how to get on each other's nerves-" Black Star said.

"Soul does too," Kid pointed out, trying to ease the tension.

"Well, yeah, but that's ALL he knows how to do." Black Star replied.

I was beginning to get angry as well while Black Star and Kid talked for a while, and I was about to tell Black Star to shut up and leave, but then a thought occurred to me.

"Do you know, by any chance, happen to know how she feels about me?" I asked him. Black Star looked at me quizzically.

"What do you mean?" he sighed, not wanting to break down the question more than necessary, but my curiosity and hope made me push further. "I mean, does she like me back? Love me...or whatever?"

Kid scoffed, "Seriously? Everyone-"

"Kid," Black Star interrupted, putting a hand toward the young shinigami, "I got this."

Kid and I stared at him in disbelief. This isn't the same Black Star we know. Black Star stared at me as I leaned my head back against the couch, and then sighed. "I honestly don't know. You'll have to figure that out for yourself." He shrugged, and I cursed under my breath.

Well, there goes my confidence.

"Well," Black Star said as he stretched and plopped down on the couch closest to the TV. "I'm beat! I'm gonna crash." I nodded and turned to go to my room.

"Soul?"

I turned back at Black Star, who had a tired, but still very serious face.

"Yeah?" I yawned. He eyed me for a moment, and sighed. "Try to be smoother, okay bro?"

"Yeah, sure." I walked into my door and opened it, entering my peaceful sanctuary.

"Your god is watching you, Soul." Black Star yawned ad Kid took the couch that I got up from and lay down.

I closed the door, and then slid to the floor, my back leaning against the hard wood. My last encounter with Maka came to my mind.

It's not like there's anything to look at... I moaned as the scene replayed inside my mind.

God, I am a dickhead.