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Chapter 2

She felt it deep in her bones, as if something were shifting and changing inside of her. Her back burned, the exact place where that mark was placed. She felt like putty, her skin soft and malleable. It wasn't something she could control. She knew that if she tried to stop it, tried to fight against it, that it would hurt her more than help.

After the feelings of change started deep inside her, the actual shift was instantaneous. Fur popped out along her spine then traveled down ever limb before spreading across every inch of skin. Her bones popped out of placed, were shortened or lengthened before they were popped right back into place. Her nose got longer and her entire jaw grew almost a hand length before she noticed her ears were shifted until they were right on the top of her head. And then there was the weirdest sensation, a sensation that she somehow knew was a—

With a gasp Maka felt herself torn out of her dream as if pulled headfirst through a tunnel. Breathing hard, the nineteen year old blonde found herself covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

It took a few minutes before she finally relaxed and found her breathing was normal again. She checked her arms and her back, finding the skin smooth and without fur unlike what she'd felt in her dream—although she almost considered it a nightmare, what with what she had been feeling. It wasn't normal, to have dream like that, Maka thought idly as she pulled her knees up to her chest, watching as the sheet slipped to reveal some of her upper thigh.

It wasn't long before Maka remembered one part of her dream that had been haunting her since her sixteenth birthday all three years ago.

Slowly, she reached behind her and patted at her back until she could find the mark that, after three years, had darkened until it was clearly visible against her porcelain colored skin. And when her finger finally made contact, she felt it.

Hotter than she could've imagined, Maka pulled back her fingers in pain as she found the mark hot to the touch, nearly scalding. When she finally pulled back to check her fingers, the tips were red and almost blistered. She ran them along the cool sheet, reveling in the feel that it gave her—until they ran into the warm flesh of someone sharing the bed with her.

Maka nearly jumped before she began to remember the events from the night before, of being drunk enough to actually offer to share a bed with some random guy that bought her a drink. She barely remembered how they got home; if it wasn't for the memory of getting the directions home wrong, Maka probably wouldn't have remembered at all that he'd driven her home and now knew where she lived.

The small town girl felt mortified, knowing that it was nothing like her. While the guy was handsome—a nice, chiseled face and hair the color of snow, not to mention that muscles that she hadn't seen on any guy back at home—not even during her most wreckless times had she ever done that to relax.

But, Maka grudgingly admitted as she tried pulling herself out of bed, she had to admit that it did work. While yesterday she'd been depressed about the fact that she was quickly running out of money and needed a job, Maka couldn't care about anything at the moment other than the fact that she was in bed with the hottest guy she'd ever met, even seen.

Before Maka could think about anything else, she was pulled back to reality by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around her waist just as she attempted to take a step out of bed. The giggles bubbled up before she could stop them and the guy's eyes fluttered open to rest on her as he grinned. Crimson met emerald and Maka felt as if she were melting under his gaze.

Then the moment came crashing down as front door was opened with a bang and the sound of two voices reached the startled pair's ears. Maka jumped but it was Soul's arms around her waist that kept Maka grounded. Then he was pulling up the sheets, covering her like a gentleman before anyone could see her.

"Wait out here while I check on them," A voice came from the door, only moments before Tsubaki appeared feet away with a bag in one hand and a cup holder in the other. "So remember how I promised to keep an eye on you well—oh," Tsubaki cut herself off, gazing at not only Maka but Soul with a wide eyed glance—Maka idly noticed that her eyes stuck on Soul for a few moments longer, something in her eyes that worried Maka, something similar to fear. "Uh, I just wanted to bring you breakfast since I knew you were a little…short of food…but I guess you have your hands filled with other things."

Soul watched with a tiny grin as the dark haired girl made Maka blush from her choice of words, a blush that only made the younger girl more adorable. He pushed back his white hair until it was out of his eyes, sniffing at the apartment to get an idea of what was in the place. All he could really smell was the stale scent of another family then dust and, above all, Maka. It was even in the sheets, which didn't have the usual scent that new sheets carried. They were old and, from the smell of it, belonged to her when she'd lived somewhere else, somewhere not in the city.

"Well, I'll just get out of here then," Soul heard the dark haired girl say, blushing dark red before she turned tail and scurried out of the room. When he looked up, she was gone and Maka looked ready to die from embarrassment.

For a few minutes, it was silent as Maka and Soul thought about what had happened between them. Then, Soul sniffed one time too many and he smelled himself. "Uh…if you wouldn't mind I need a shower. I don't want to kill you from the fumes," He awkwardly joked, running a hand through his white locks as he grabbed his boxers from the side table.

"Oh! Yeah, I guess you'd need a shower. Um, let me remember—yeah, it's second door on the right and towels are in the closet, the only door in the room. Call if you need something," She muttered, turning away as he picked himself up off of the pull out bed. She heard his footsteps, almost silent, as headed down the hallway then a soft click as he closed the door behind him.

With a sigh she bowed her head and felt all of her tension from before leave as she finally found herself out from under someone's scrutiny. It took only a few minutes before she found her robe—old and soft, made of terry cloth and perfect against her skin. She draped it around her shoulders and tied it closed as she stood up and headed for the kitchen to start with breakfast.

A couple of minutes into looking for a pan, Maka heard the shower start running and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Then she groaned when she remembered that, among all the things she'd bought, a pan or something of the like hadn't been one of them. So that ruled out eggs—which, Maka reminded herself, she didn't have any of either—and only left bacon and biscuits, along with some drinks that Maka wouldn't call breakfast appropriate.

Within minutes Maka was pulling out a long, thin foil pan that barely fit all of the biscuits in two rows and a foreman grill that was missing the grease collector. She'd made do with worse, she remembered, thinking of a time when her parents had separated for a short while and she'd been sent to stay with her father for a while. He'd had barely anything and she'd had to cook on the same kind of grill she now used.

It was barely twenty minutes and Maka was done with the first two batches of bacon and the biscuits, slightly doughy, were cooling when Soul finally walked out of the hallway with a towel drying his hair and only in his pants. He's gone shirtless, revealing an eight pack and muscles that were big but not close to being steroid induced. Soul looked naturally fit, something that Maka noticed with a smile.

"You like what you see," Soul asked playfully as he threw the towel over the back of one of the chairs, a smirk revealing teeth that were a little sharper than normal. But it had a certain…charm to it. "If you like I can take off the—"

"I think you're perfectly fine with your pants on," Maka replied hurriedly, grinning in return while, on the inside, she was blushing from head to toe. "Anyway, I made breakfast and since I just moved in all I had was this. I hope you like biscuits and bacon," She said, watching as he picked up a piece of meat and inspected it before popping it into his mouth. It wasn't long after that he was grabbing a biscuit and halving it, stuffing a few pieces of bacon inside.

"Homemade breakfast sandwiches," He said at her curious gaze. "Didn't you ever eat 'em as a kid?" He asked her, surprise written across his face as his eyes widened. As if it were impossible that she hadn't.

"We ate our biscuits with honey and butter and our bacon with syrup," Maka replied matter of factly, before giving a sheepish grin. "Only problem is that I don't have any here, so I'm stuck with plain biscuits."

"Come on, try some. It won't kill you to try something new," Soul said, stuffing yet another biscuit with bacon. He held it out to her. "I promise that you'll like it. I wouldn't offer it to you otherwise," He said, a kind grin on his lips as she took it from his grasp, taking a cautious nibble before nodding and smiling. "See? I told you."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Now hurry up and eat the rest or else I'll have to throw it away and waste food," she said, laughing as she watched him stuff an entire biscuit into his mouth in one go. When he smiled, Maka couldn't help but giggle from the sight. "So, about last night…" Maka began, starting to feel incredibly awkward—it didn't help that she noticed her robe slipping, revealing a little bit of her mark, the one she tried so hard to hide.

"I'm sorry that it was a little…rushed," Soul said, a sheepish grin on his face as he blushed—actually blushed. "If I would've known how cool you were I would've waited and—you know—asked you out on a date first. The gentlemanly thing to do," He explained, making Maka's face bloom as she smiled, a huge grin gracing her lips that Soul knew he could get used to—but what was he thinking? He'd be endangering her life if he even entertained the idea.

"You think I'm cool?" Maka asked, green eyes bright and full of mischief that Soul recognized somewhat in himself from years before his brother had disappeared. "Then what do you think about going on a date with me tomorrow? I'm looking for jobs in the city and I should be free for lunch," She said, looking very excited, more excited than Soul could say for himself.

The pack strictly forbade any serious relationships with humans. Other than flings every now and then, wolves were supposed to stick to their packs and humans to their own. Even staying over with the intent of spending time with this girl, Maka, had the possibility of getting him in trouble if someone found out and went to Medusa.

But, of course, his mouth didn't seem to be connected to his head anymore, having grown a mind of its own over night. "Yeah, sure. I should be able to, as long as I can get away from…work. Strict schedules," He explained briefly, hating that he had to lie.

But damn it was worth it when her eyes lit up again and she smiled at him with those perfect pearly white that nearly outdid his own—but not quite, he thought, as he remembered the snarling faces of his pack, each one have a mouth full of sharp, perfectly white set of teeth practically made for tearing apart flesh. "Well, I'll just have to tell Tsubaki that I have plans for lunch so she can get together with her boyfriend instead of hanging with me. You have a cell so I can program my number in it? And put yours on mine so I can call you if I need to change plans or something," Maka said, handing him her cell phone that had been only an arm's length away, sitting on the counter. He found his only moments later on the side table of the pull out mattress, on but almost dead. As soon as he handed the phone to her she was quick to program her number into his list of numbers, returning it to him with a grin. "I hope I don't seem too forward or something," Maka said as she turned back to the food, picking up a piece of bacon and munching on it absentmindedly. "I've never really…gone out with a city boy before. Hell, I've barely been out with any guy before. So I'm a little new at this," She murmured, looking up at him with those big green eyes, filled with nothing but sincerity.

"Trust me when I say you're not pushy or anything. I've had girls practically jump me if I just talked to them. This is a pleasant change," He said happily, leaning forward on the counter.

"Well…" Maka started, her nose scrunched up in concentration. "I kind of did jump you so—I guess nothing changed at all."

"I'll let you on a little secret," Soul whispered, ushering her closer with his hand. "Now, you've got to promise that you don't tell anyone, okay? He whispered, nearly laughing on the inside as he saw her intense, curious gaze as she pulled her face only inches from his. "You can hear me? Well, here's the secret: you're the only one who got that far," He said, but not before giving her a quick, playful peck on the lips as he watched her face switch through a variety of emotions, only a handful of which he could translate. But the last one seemed to be happiness.

"I'm the only girl you've slept with? Truly?" Maka questioned, having only a little bit of doubt mar her features.

"Yep. I'm not the kind of guy that just sleeps around. Plus, I don't want to look like an ass; it's uncool," He stated dryly, earning another smile from the shorter girl. Absently, he noticed that he was only a few inches above his chest, nearly a foot and a half shorter than his six foot nine inches. He guess that she was maybe five foot one or two, if not shorter. He'd be surprised if she was any taller.

"Well, I'm not that kind of girl either. That was a one-time thing, picking up a guy at a club. If it ever happens again, it would be with tons of alcohol in my system and with Tsubaki's influence," Maka said, turning around without realizing that her robe was slipping again. But this time, it fell enough that Soul could see the entirety of it—a heart, surrounded by the orange-gold rays of a sun. He'd got only a few glimpses of it the night before, the girl doing a good job of hiding it while not hiding it at all.

"Hey," Soul started with curiosity clear in his voice. "That's a pretty cool tattoo. Got it back home or did you head to the city for it?" He asked, a smile on his face as he snacked on the last couple of biscuits—only after making sure Maka didn't want anymore.

Maka, surprised, quickly pulled up the robe and hid her panicked expression from view as she stifled her gasp. Now Maka was left with two choices, neither of which she liked. If she told him that it was something that had suddenly appeared when she'd turned sixteen, he'd think she was crazy. But lying? Maka hated lying, especially to people she considered having in her life for a while. But which was worse?

Turned out, it was the first option that Maka nixed, instead replying, "Me and a few friends got tattoos when we were sixteen. It hurt pretty badly but I kind of like it," She muttered as she cleaned up the mess from breakfast. "My parents freaked out when they saw it. Tried to get me to remove it. It was the one thing the both of them agreed on when they saw it."

"It looks cool," Soul complimented, looking up at her face with a grin. "Almost as beautiful as you," He murmured, causing a blush to rush to Maka's cheeks as she tried covering herself up more. As she turned away she heard the scraping of the wooden stool against the wooden floor and felt the heat radiating from Soul before she saw him. His arms wrapped around her tiny shoulder, his large, sturdy frame almost completely overshadowing her as she felt his breath on her neck. It sent chills down her spine, a moan escaping her lips. "You shouldn't hide Maka. You're beautiful. You act as if it's a surprise."

Maka turned around slowly and let him put his arms around her once again, putting her arms around his neck as much as she could reach from her short height. "I don't think any guy has ever said that to me," She murmured quietly, placing a quick kiss on his lips before she pulled away. "I have to go shower so make yourself at home; I'll just be a few minutes."

Maka quickly disappeared, leaving Soul to his own devices as he waited for her to come out. He ended up looking around the apartment—finding everything looked as if it had been recently unpacked, boxes left laying around, stacks of books near her bedroom door. Or, at least, what he guessed was her bedroom door. One quick peek inside confirmed it, aside from the missing bed. No wonder why they had crashed in the living room. The bed was missing.

After he'd roamed the entire apartment, finding no TV, Soul picked up one of the books he'd found stacked and couldn't help the smirk when he realized just how many books this girl had collected. There were at least fifty stacked here and there were another two or three boxes labeled the same. And they were mostly the same, young adult or teen fiction, all pretty thick, as if she were against buying anything under five hundred pages. There were also some trashy romance that, after reading some of the summaries, Soul decided that if he ever had a daughter, she would never be able to read. Ever.

Soul was oblivious as he heard the shower shut off and the door open, his sensitive hearing not picking up the sounds he usually would. Instead, he was reading—reading—when Maka called out his name. His attention finally grabbed, Soul smiled and yelled to tell her that he was near her room. He didn't think he would ever get out of his head the look of that dark blush on her cheeks as she found him holding one of the books—probably the trashiest of the pile.

With a smirk he held up the book, showing off the cover which had a man holding a tall, voluptuous woman whose nails were long and clawed. From the summary, Soul guessed she was a vampire and the man a werewolf. "You read supernatural porn?" He asked slyly, his grin growing larger as she moved to swipe the book from him but missing by mere inches. "Why, Maka, I didn't think you were that kind of girl!"

Finally reaching the book, Maka grabbed it as quickly as she could and put it back in her pile of books. Idly she noticed that the other had been looked through, strewn across the floor. "Looks like you were reading some too," She replied dryly, beginning to stack them up just like before. "Plus, it's not like they're pure porn. It's just that I like reading romance…just with a bit of a twist," She replied.

"Sure Maka, sure. Well, at least I won't have to worry about you not knowing what to do," He joked happily, his grin wide and he was absolutely glowing with amusement. "You probably learn loads of stuff from those books."

Laughing, Maka finally stood up and smiled in return. "What if I told you didn't learn that from books, Wolfboy?" She joked, only to find her smile drooping as Soul's smiling face turned completely serious. He even looked a little angry. "Wait—what did I say?"

Soul sighed, turning his head away, as if he didn't want to look her in the eyes. "Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that; not in private or in public," He said, knowing that this was probably ruining his chances of getting closer to Maka. It didn't help a relationship when someone started acting bipolar.

"Okay then, I guess I've got to come up with a new nickname for you then," She joked, but the laughter was gone and Soul knew that he'd screwed up. The fun they'd been happening was gone and had been replaced with awkward silence as they tried to figure out how to pick up the pieces and fix it.

After they'd stacked the books back next to the door, Maka led Soul back to the living room and tried making conversation but Soul could tell that it was forced. So, finally, Soul just sighed. "Hey, there's this concert going on this Friday and I have an extra ticket. You mind keeping me company?" Soul asked, flinching internally when he realized just how stupid he'd sounded.

But Maka must not have hear it because she was suddenly smiling again. "Oh, yeah, sure. This Friday?" She asked and he nodded, relieved that all hope hadn't been lost. "I don't know where it's at so—"

"I'll pick you up this Friday at eight, wear something like you wore to the club. Or else you'll stick out like a sore thumb," He joked, running a hand through his spiked white hair.

"Are you telling me that to look out for me or so you can watch me like you did last night? Because I don't think I care at this point," Maka replied sweetly, looking at her phone. "Oh, crap, I'm supposed to meet Tsubaki for lunch! I'm so sorry but I've gotta go. I had a great time with you, text me if you can make it tomorrow," She murmured, watching him get up and stretch before following her outside the apartment.

"Oi, wait up!" He yelled after her, a troubled look on his face. "Didn't you forget something?"

Confused, Maka looked down and didn't noticed anything missing as she walked back towards him. "I'm dressed and my wallet is in my back pocket. What could I forget?" She curiously asked, not noticing the sly grin on his lips as his hand caressed her cheek and pulled her chin up.

"This," He murmured, his lips reaching down to hers and leading her in a sensual dance that, if she didn't stop soon, she was liable to ditch Tsubaki for. "I'll text you tomorrow when I get off from work. I'll talk to you later," Soul said, leading Maka to her car and even going as far as opening the door for her before she finally drove off.

Please read all of the author's note before exiting please!

A/N: So I finally finished the second chapter and I've decided to change to plot just a tiny bit, but nothing that would alter anything I said in the first chapter. Just changed how the packs going to react and stuff like that, mostly thoughts in my head that I finally organized.

But, how'd you like? I did the first four or five pages weeks ago before school got hectic and finally finished these last two and a half. So, if they seem a little different that might be why.

Oh, and for those who like an AU fanfic, all human, for Soul Eater, check out my one shot series. It's called Violinists Aren't THAT Bad and it's about Maka if she were musically inclined and how she'd react if she met piano inclined Soul. Different plots and settings but I need ideas. Right now the only inspiration I have for one-shots is a series for the same universe as Douche Bag, which I've gotten good reviews about. So if you read and think that you have a good prompt, feel free to send one in. I need prompts to get the creative juices flowing (really, I do).

Other than that, I just have to tell everyone that it's going to be a little while before I get another chapter for any of my stories out. We literally have a week and a couple of days before finals and it's going to be very hectic until then. A six page paper and a ton of teachers who think that it's a good idea to test students so close to exam week equal a very stressed out author. The stress is getting so bad that I've starting breaking out and it's so annoying because that never happens. Never. So I'm not in a very good place right now to write. But I'm trying. Again, prompts for one shots are welcome and any review will be replied to, even if not logged in. Just put your username in the review and I promise I'll reply soon.

Well, I've got to go, so bye! Promise to get a new chapter out as soon as possible!