Hoping Maka had begun to get the hint, Soul decided to be a bit more bold, yet at times to step down, to leave her wanting for more.

-Day 5—

After taking a quick shower, at least a long enough one to get his hair wet and dripping and steam rising from his body. Deciding he'd ask where the shampoo was (he'd hidden it under his bed) he begun out.

The plan was to show up, sexy and steaming and ask Maka where the shampoo was, seemingly coincidental, but his' sexy ways would have Maka pulling the towel off. He squirmed at the thought and tied the towel around his waist.

"Makaaaa…Do you know where the shampoo is?" Soul asked, trying to seem casual and loose.

A loud cry of alarm went off, but not in Maka's voice. The familiar sound of Crona's protesting went off.

"SOUL YOU BASTARD!" Maka yelled, throwing a book at his' face. His hands went up to his face on instinct and the white towel flew off, revealing Soul's "family jewels"

Crona lit up to the color of a tomato. "I-I don't know how to deal with this! Soul's naked! Maka! Helppp!"

"YOU FUCKING PEDOPHILE CREEPER FUCKTARD!" Maka yelled, stomping on his' groin. She then turned to Crona and held him. (A/N: I prefer to think of Crona as a boy. Sorrry)

"I'm so sorry you had to see that Crona" Maka said, holding the shaking and traumatized Crona.

"Now Soul can't make babies! I don't know how to deal with this!" Crona moaned. Maka stared at the top of his' pink head, unsure how to react to that.

-Day 6—

On a stormy night, Soul yet again was at his' plan. He got up, fixed his hair and checked his breath before heading across the hall to Maka's room.

He slowly creaked open the door and whispered "Maka?"

Maka gave a grunt from under her covers, obviously sound asleep until Soul had entered. "Whattya waaant," Maka groaned, sleepy and annoyed.

"Can I sleep in here with you? I have an uncool fear of lightning." Soul said, twirling his fingers.

"You love storms. You told me yesterday." Maka grumbled. "Now get out before I throw my alarm clock at you."

"But Maka…Please…" He said, straining and trying to sound desperate.

His techinique worked and Maka caved in.

"Fine." She grumbled. She took a pillow and threw it down next to her bed. "Make any noise and I'll make SURE you don't wake up in the morning."

Soul winced. "Uh, I can't sleep in your bed or something? The floor is awfully cold…."

"Too. Fucking. Bad." Maka hissed, the rolled over onto her side so her back faced Soul.

He already had badly crushed balls and a mini dent on his forehead. What else was there to loose? He inched closer until he stealth fully was on the bed. He wrapped his arm carefully around Maka, hoping she wouldn't lash out at him.

To his surprise, Maka instead reached and held his hand.

Then, he was flipped over and lying face up on the floor.

"Not yet, big boy" Maka said. When Soul didn't move, she began poking his face and giggling. When there was still no response, she ran to get her markers, bras, and underwear. It was easy to dress a limp Soul in her bra after she had taken of his' shirt. She then pulled her underwear over his' pants and put heavy makeup on him. Then she made a moustache on him. Stepping back to view her work, she was rather impressed.

A few pictures later, Maka dragged Soul out and propped him up against the dumpster outside the apartment and went back to sleep.

~~PLEASE HELP! IM RUNNING OUT OF GOOD IDEAS FOR WAYS OF SOUL TO TRY (and fail) AT GETTING MAKA! I'D REALLY APPRECIATE IT! THANK YOU EVERYONE! YOU'RE HOW I KEEP ON WRITING~~