So guys here you go! The second chapter, up and running! XD Can't wait for your feedback! Once again, I don't own soul eater. Hope Soul, Maka, Black Star, and Tsubaki aren't too Out Of Character… kay well here it is!

*IN SOUL AND MAKA'S APARTMENT*

"Can we please please please please please just go already? We've been sitting here doing nothing for like six hours! This is ridiculous, Maka!" black Star whined.

"Black Star, we've been here for twenty minutes…" Maka said.

"Whatever. I agree with Black Star on this one." Soul said. "Sorry, Maka but I don't think that your planning is going to get us anywhere on this… we should just go right now and kick the kishin's butts!"

Tsubaki sat uncomfortably on Soul and Maka's couch, not adding her input to the debate.

"For the last time, we will not begin our fight with these kishin until we have a plan. I refuse to just barge into France and start randomly fighting the kishin with no game plan! It's just not rational." Maka stated, her mind set.

"Well, can we at least do this on the jet? I wanna actually get to fight these kishin before they move on to another city!" Black Star yelled, standing on the coffee table as well as Maka's maps and plans. "After all, I can't surpass God if I don't practice fighting!"

Maka jumped up, her fists clenched. "Hey! How dare you step on my things like that! I'm only doing this so you don't get hurt on this mission like you normally do!"

Black Star screamed at her, "That is so untrue! I never get hurt for I am the great Black Star! I am invincible! Nobody can hurt me!"

"Oh, really?" Maka challenged openly. "Then what about all three of your fights with Mifune-sensei? And what about the kishin Ashura! And against Stein-sensei and Sid-sensei, also! And Mosquito? What do you have to say about him, huh? And there's also Masamune!" At this, Tsubaki flinched noticeably. "And I won't even mention your giant LOSS against Kid!"

Black Star was getting more and more angry by the minute.

"Shut up! Just shut the hell up you hypocrite! Like you're any better! I get beat up less than you do!"

"Well at least I'm close to making Soul a Death-Scythe! You still haven't even gotten one soul yet! You do realize that's the only reason why Lord Death made us go on this mission together, right? It was so that Soul and I could prevent you from screwing up again and so that we could split the kishin souls fifty-fifty!"

That was the worst insult that anyone had ever dared say to Black Star. He was now about to explode. Spontaneously combust. Detonate. Erupt.

He took in a deep breath to counter Maka's argument.

But, before he could, Soul got in between the two meisters and held up his hands to each.

"Will you both just shut up already! You guys really know how to make a racket! You guys are just stressed from the mission and-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by Black Star, who eagerly got in Soul's face, completely disregarding his personal bubble.

"She's the one who started it! You believe me, right, Soul? After all, you said it yourself- she's a control freak!"

Soul made an angry face and turned to Black Star. Maka was now behind him, as if he was protecting her.

"Don't blame this on her! After all, you're the one who stepped on her papers!" Soul lectured Black Star, truly thinking that it was all Black Star's fault but not wanting to get him even angrier than he was already.

At Soul's protective words, Maka looked down and blushed, angry and embarrassed that Soul was protecting her from Black Star.

She pushed past him, hitting her shoulder as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Black Star looked surprised for a moment and then remembered he was angry at Maka. He quickly changed his face into an enraged one. Tsubaki had a worried look on her face. Soul was furious that he had exerted all that energy on helping her and the she just casually brushed him off like she did.

He headed for the kitchen.

*IN THE KITCHEN*

Maka opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents, not really looking for anything in particular but wanting a distraction from the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes.

"Are you hungry or something?" Maka knew the voice instantly. Soul.

She didn't turn around to meet his gaze but continued to scour the fridge.

"Are you going to answer me, Maka? Because if not then I came in here for no reason. So uncool…" he quickly added the mutter at the end of the statement.

Maka reached the end of her already short line.

"Is that really all you care about, Soul Eater Evans?" she screamed at him, her tears finally falling as she shook her head in disbelief. He flinched when he heard his full name. "I didn't need your help, Soul. I can handle myself!"

"First of all," Soul began. "Don't call me Evans. I'm not an Evans. And secondly, what is your problem? Is it so bad not to want you to get punched in the face again?"

Maka was utterly dumbfounded. She had no idea what Soul was talking about.

"What do you mean? How would me getting punched have anything to do with the fight between Black Star and I?" she asked.

"You're really dumb, sometimes. You know that right?" Soul asked, having fun playing with this sort of guessing game with Maka.

"Just tell me what you mean already! God, Soul! You are so annoying sometimes!" Maka screamed at him, whirling around to finally face him.

His amused face abruptly vanished when he realized she had tears racing down her cheeks.

"Wh- why are you crying?" he faltered.

She broke down, folding in on herself, her sobs wracking her body. She crouched down on the floor of the kitchen, attempting to hide her face from Soul.

"Hey, hey… Maka, it's okay…" Soul was lost and didn't know what to do with a crying girl. In a desperate attempt he bent down next to her and patted her on the back awkwardly.

When he realized that Maka didn't care about the awkwardness of the situation, soul pulled her to him and hugged her, letting her tears soak the shoulder of his shirt.

*FIVE MINUTES LATER*

"Soul… Um, Maka? Are you guys okay?" Tsubaki asked cautiously, peeking into the kitchen.

What she saw blew her mind. The two of them, on the floor, hugging. Maka's head on Soul's shoulder. His head on top of hers. Him rubbing her back. Her arms wound tightly around Soul's waist.

Tsubaki silently gasped, then motioned for Black Star to be quiet and come and see.

He did as he was told, surprisingly enough, and also gasped. Only his was much louder than Tsubaki's.

She slammed her palm on Black Star's mouth, silently telling him to shut up.

He motioned to the front door with his hand, his eyes questioning. She nodded, and they silently left the apartment.

When they both got out of hearing range Black Star put his hands behind his head and yelled loudly, "Well it's about time!"

Tsubaki giggled and agreed.