A/N: I've skipped a head a day in this (as in it is Monday afternoon). Hope you enjoy~

"He really did that to her?"

"I heard she kicked him out"

"Did he just leave her?"

"Who told you that?"

The subdued whispers of her classmates were not un-heard by Maka, each one a stab in the back.

"Could everyone PLEASE stop talking about Maka, can't you see she is in pain!?" Kid gestured angrily towards the slightly dishevelled girl. The entire class turned to the front and dropped their heads, mumbling about how bossy Kid was.

"Sorry about that, they were annoying me, and no-doubt you too" he gave Maka a small apologetic smile, shrugging a little.

"It's fine Kid, really, but thank-you" she smiled, feeling slightly better. Her happiness was soon tainted when he came in with her. They were actually holding hands, in front of her. Could he be anymore heartless? Soul kept his head down as he walked in the door, hunching his shoulders. 'He hasn't done that in a while' Maka thought, noting his slouch. Her gaze drifted to Hannah. She had tied her short, jet black hair in a ponytail and was wearing a dark red T-shirt which had a black ink-splat design on it with a pair or dark jeans and black pumps. "I really didn't expect him to go for someone like her; she's so…so…" Tsubaki trailed off, unable to describe Hannah.

"Not Maka?" Liz suggested

"Yeah…not Maka" the girls soon realised what they had said and spared a glance at said person. Maka had closed the book she was reading, holding it in a death-grip that made her knuckles turn white and her entire arm shake with pressure. Liz and Tsubaki followed her gaze to Soul and Hannah. They were walking toward them.

"Hey guys" Soul said with his usual smirk. No-one replied to him so he continued, "I thought we could all sit together, there's room for one more right?" his question was greeted by silence, Soul scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Guys? Black*Star?"

"Yes, Soul?" Black*Star hissed.

"What's wrong?" Soul asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, gee, I don't know! Why don't you ask Hannah!?" the assassin replied sarcastically.

"Dude? I thought we were friends. Death, you are so uncool" the scythe mumbled.

"Soul, let's go sit somewhere else" Hannah said quietly, her silky voice threading its way to Maka's ear, "Besides, I don't really want to sit near, you know, her" her brown eyes shifted from Soul for a brief second to glance at Maka, who was watching the couple through a sideways stare.

"Okay, I guess you are right" the pair slipped back and picked two chairs at the opposite of the class.

Her words had cut like glass. She had no right to talk about her like that. Who did she think she was? She has only been at this school for six months, and only knew Soul for two of those. Who gave her the right to boss him about?

A squeaking of chair wheels brought Maka out of her thoughts. Looking up she saw Stein enter the classroom in his usual fashion. She began to concentrate on the lesson, trying to take her mind off things. She had barely noticed a mop of blue hair beside her, which was there for the entire lesson.

After class Maka quickly packed her things and stood to leave the classroom. Two strong arms on her shoulder stopped her from going any further. She raised her head to look at the person who was preventing her from leaving. She noticed a tattoo on his right shoulder, "Death, Black*Star, don't do that. Please just let me go home" her voice was a mixture of pleading and surprise.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he ignored her request.

"Yeah, I'm fine, now let me go" the blonde tried to push him away, unsuccessfully.

"Maka, I know you, please just talk to me"

"I did on Saturday, nothing has changed. I mean, it did hurt to see them together, but I'm fine, really"

Black*Star thought for a moment, not taking his hands off her shoulders. He looked intently at her downcast head as her remembered what happened on Saturday.

*Flash-back*

"Night Maka", Black*Star closed the door, sighing. He took off his jeans. 'She won't be in here' he thought, 'besides, if she did come in I would still be in my underwear.'

He crossed the room and got under the bed sheets. Lying on his back he stared up at the ceiling. 'How could he do that to her? What has she done to deserve this? God I hope she is okay' the thoughts circled his mind; the assassin soon found he couldn't sleep.

A knock at the door caught his attention, "Black*Star, are you up? I'm sorry it is so late, I couldn't sleep" her voice sounded weak.

"Yeah, neither can I, come on in" the door creaked as it opened slowly and a small figure slipped in. Black*Star shifted across the bed to allow more room, "What's up?" he asked, patting the space beside him. Maka sat down and folded her legs underneath her, facing him.

"I just can't help but think about…about…about…oh death, it's only been one day and I miss him already! I miss the feeling of his soul, I miss the sounds of his snores! Death, I even miss his dirty clothes lying about the house!" she slumped down and her shoulders began to shake.

"Maka…Maka…hey, look at me" Black*Star forced her face up to his, "I know you, you are strong, you will get through this"

"I-I'm not sure I e-ver will"

"No…no, you will. Trust me" he pulled her over to him. Maka collapsed on to his chest, accepting the offer of comfort. Black*Star put his arms around her and spoke small comforting words, trying to calm the meister down. Her sobs eventually died down, turning into slow, deep breaths, then into small snores. He let sleep envelop him too.

*End flash-back*

"If you say so" he said after a deep breath.

"Will you let me go?"

Black*Star stepped to the side, chuckling a little, "Sorry, go on, call me if you need to talk"

Maka slid past him and left the classroom. "Are her pig-tails usually that lop-sided?" he asked himself as he strode towards the door.

A/N: I like kind Black*Star, his is so fun to write. So do you like the story? Do you hate it? Any improvements? Tell me in a review, they are so helpful :)