I always thought that my future wife would be someone laid back like me, but with nice curves. Never in my life did I imagine that I would have a skinny uptight bookworm for a "wife". I like to go with the flow and have fun, not sit in a room all day reading a boring book. So how do two totally opposite people coexist? Lord only knows, but I need her to keep my family from looking down on me more than they already do.

Not that I mind or anything.

This is just an arrangement that benefits both of us. Besides, this roommate of mind is sure to make things interesting. This deal could work...as long as I don't die from her ridiculous temper first. I've learned that books are dangerous weapons in disguise.


"Hmmm…" I breathe in a delicious smell. My arms extend in a stretch as I slowly rise out of bed. I yawn while opening up the door. My hand scratches my head and I continue to walk towards the pleasant aroma.

When I approached the destination, I find Maka standing over the stove in a pink apron, frying some eggs while humming. Bacon was already on the table. Something inside of me seemed pleased at the sight as I sat down and grabbed a piece of bacon.

Maka turns to me with a smile, "Good morning!"

"Uh…morning." I'm still not fully awake. Did she really just move in last night? I swear that she seems right at home.

"I hope that you like your eggs sunny side up." She places a plate with two eggs on it near my side of the table.

"Yeah, thanks." Is she always like this in the morning? I'm not usually much of a morning person.

"You're welcome." Maka sits down on the other side of the table and starts to eat. I pick up my fork and digs in as well. It's been a while since I had a proper breakfast. She even had the orange juice ready with the table set.

"Are you always up this early?" I ask,

Maka pauses to think, "It depends… on what day it is. I have class Monday through Thursday and I work Thursday night, Friday, and Saturday"

So Sunday is her only free day. Today was Saturday.

"What are you going to collage to be?"

"A lawyer." Maka states.

Oh yeah. I think that I remember reading that on her profile.

"What is it that you do, Soul?"

"I'm in the music industry." I take another bite of my eggs. Maka didn't seem fazed by my answer. She probably saw the piano in the corner of the living room

"What do you do exactly?" She asks.

"I'm the vice president of a recording corporation for instrumental and classical music."

"Really?" Her eyes widen in surprise. She didn't see that coming. I might as well as spill out some details, since I already know about some of her background and she barely knows anything about mine.

"We do some classic rock too. My dad gave me this position when he saw that I had no passion in pursing playing an instrument professionally like my older brother. Now my father focuses on touring schedules for bands and concerts worldwide."

"You have an older brother?"

I nodded and took a gulp of my orange juice, "Wes, he plays the violin." I'm not used to sharing this much about my family, "What time do you have to be at work?" I ask, hopefully to get off of this topic.

Maka glances at the clock, "Actually I need to leave now." She grabs her plate and heads to the sink. I watch as she slips on her shoes, puts on white gloves, and grabs her purse. She looks me and says, "I should be home around 6pm in case you're wondering. Bye!" Then she was out the door. The apartment became quiet once again.


Well this morning didn't go so bad. I sit down to take my break. I open my lunch to eat. I still had a while to go before my shift ended. I learned some cool stuff about my...roommate. I was not going to use that h-word to describe what he was to me. I plop a piece of food into my mouth. I hope that he enjoyed the breakfast I made. I felt like that I should cook since I'm staying at his place for free, even if it was part of the deal. I always feel better when I pitch in.

Buzz…Buzz… My phone was vibrating as I went to answer it. It was Tsubaki. I flip my phone open and press it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hey Maka!"

"Hey Tsubaki!" We haven't talked since the morning after the bar incident. She was relieved when I had told her that nothing happened and that I got home safely. Obviously, I left out the small detail about getting hitched. I need to tell her that...eventually.

"I was hoping to stop by later today." Tsubaki said.

Uh-oh.

I guess that eventually became now.

"Umm…about that…I moved." I waited for her to say something.

"…You did?" She sounded hurt. It was not like I had much of a heads-up to inform her.

"Yeah I moved suddenly last night." I explained.

"Where are you staying at now?"

I sigh. I better start explaining now. "Tsubaki, I have something that I need to tell you, but you can't tell Black*Star." I don't want him to annoy me about this, plus Soul will probably tell him anyway. Tsubaki listened closely as I told her the whole story and the deal. I was rushing, because my break was going to end soon.

When I finished, all Tsubaki said was, "Are you sure that you're okay, Maka?"

I smiled. Sweet Tsubaki was always worrying about others, "Yeah I'm sure. Soul is a bit annoying, but I think that I'll live."

"That's good." She sounded relieved.

"Well I have to go. My lunch break is over."

"Oh! One more thing, Black*Star and I are going to Death Park tomorrow. Do you want to come?"

I thought about it and decided against it. Black*Star and Tsubaki would be in their own world and I hate being a third wheel, "No thanks, I think that I'll just studying all day tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll talk to you later. Bye Maka." I wasn't sure, but she sort of sounded disappointed .

"Bye!" I hung up and rushed back to my register. I don't want my manager to get on my butt today.


Star Academy, the sign above me reads as I walk inside. I look around for my blue-haired buddy. His tall girlfriend notices me and smiles while pointing me in the right direction. I mouth, "Thank you." She nods as if to say "You're welcome".

It was apparent that Black*Star was in the middle of lecturing a little girl. She stuck out her tongue and kicked him. Black*Star clutched his knee and was about to chase the girl, but soon the girl squeals, "Mifune!" I watch as she runs into the arms of a swordsman that has just arrived. "I hope that she was no trouble," the Swordsman said.

I notice Black*Star grit his teeth, probably thinking about his bruised shin before laughing saying, "Nope. Nothing is trouble for someone as big as me! Hahaha!"

After they left Black*Star turns to give me a high-five, "Hey Soul! What's up?"

"Not much, man. I just stopped by to see how everything was."

"It's all good. Anyway, tell me about what happened at the bar the other night." Black*Star voice was filled curiosity.

"Not much, dude." I didn't want him to know, because who knows what his big mouth might accidently spill. Plus he might figure it out later…maybe…he's not known for being much of a thinker.

"Really? Dang it. I was looking forward to something interesting." I'm sure that he was.

"Anyway, do you want to go to Death Park tomorrow?" He continues, "I scored some free tickets from a parent who couldn't pay for their last lesson. We have two tickets to spare." Black*Star grins as he waves the yellow tickets in his hand.

"That sounds like fun. Who else is going?" I ask.

Black*Star frowns, "Tsubaki tried to invite that chick from the bar the other night, but she said no. Something about studying. How could she not want to hang out with someone as great as me!"

I could see Maka saying something like that. She really is a bookworm to the core.

"I know that Tsubaki would be happy if Maka came", Black*Star rubs his chin. He just doesn't understand girls like Maka; Hell...I barely comprehend that girl too. She needs to get out more.

"Man…I wanted to challenge her to riding the spinning cups of doom." Black*Star sighs.

I smile as an idea struck me. If I remember correctly from the bar, Maka doesn't seem like a girl to turn down a challenge. I quickly snatch the extra pair of tickets from Black*star.

"Hey!" He glares at me confused.

"We'll be there tomorrow," I say while heading out the door.

"10'o'clock sharp!" yells Black*Star. Then he pauses in thought, "Who's we?"


"Finally…." I kick off my heels and lie flat on my bed. So tired….I glance at the clock. It read 6:18pm. Ugh….I should make something for dinner…maybe tacos…that'll be something quick and easy. I force myself to get up. I change into a pair of PJ bottoms and a cotton t-shirt. This was so much better than pantyhose and a skirt.

When I reach the kitchen, I immediately start to gather my materials. The door clicks and I notice Soul come in. He was wearing a yellow-sleeved jacket with a headband that had his name on it.

"Hey. I was thinking about making tacos for dinner. Does that sound good?" I ask.

Soul shrugs, "Food is food. I'm not very picky."

I took that as a good sign and began to dice the tomatoes.

"You're not doing anything tomorrow, right?" He asks.

"Not really, I was just planning on reading all day." His question made me curious, "Why do you want to know?"

Soul smiles, "I got us some tickets to go to Death Park."

This was definitely fishy, "Did you get those from Black*Star?"

Soul pursed his lips, "Maybe." That was a yes in my book.

"I already told Tsubaki that I wasn't going."

"She really wants you to go, plus it'll make an even number of people, and it's not good to waste tickets." Soul had a point. Tsubaki should've told me that there were four tickets. I was afraid of becoming a third wheel. I bite my lip. I guess that I could go…I'll get to see Tsubaki too…

While I busy thinking, Soul must've thought that I was going to say no, because what he said next made my eyes flash at him.

"Don't tell me what you're scared of roller coasters?" His voice was slow and mocking. Everyone knows that Death Park is known for its roller coasters.

"No." I said with a glare

"I hope not. Crybabies are so uncool. You better not get scared on the first roller coaster that we ride." He shows that pointy toothy smile that makes me want to hit something.

"I won't! For your information, I love roller coasters!" I grip the knife in my hand with irritation. The tomatoes were long forgotten in the conversation.

Soul leans in, "Prove it then." He challenges me. I walk towards him. He takes a step back, eyeing the knife in my hand. I snatch one of the tickets and turn back around, "You'll have your proof when you witness me riding a roller coaster tomorrow." I resume the dicing of the tomatoes.

"I look forward to it," Soul grins pleased with himself.

"Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes", I grumble still agitated.

"We're meeting up in the park at 10am," Soul says back happily.

"Are we riding the bus?" I ask.

"No. We'll take my motorcycle," He says nonchalantly.

"What?" I shouldn't be surprise. It would be like him to own one.

Soul gives me a funny look, "What? You have something against cycles?"

I shake my head, "I've never really ridden on one before."

Well tomorrow should be interesting.


The Next day…..

"Uhhh...," Black*Star stares at us. He wasn't expecting to see Maka standing next to me. Her hair was tied in two pony-tails. She was making sure that the motorcycle ride didn't loosen them. I was surprised at how comfortable she was when riding on it…after she lessened her grip on me. I was thankful that my diaphragm could breathe again.

"Tsubaki!" Maka runs to give her friend a hug.

Black*Star points his thumb in Maka direction and says, "Huh?"

I shrug, "I told you that we would be here."

"When did you two become such good friends?" Black*Star stares at me suspiciously.

I didn't really have an answer to that. So I did that next best thing: play the question off cool. I wrap one arm around Maka's shoulder and pulled her close, "Haven't you heard? She my little wifey." I had a good idea about what Maka's opinion would be when I referred her as "wifey". Without a second delay, a book was chopped right onto my noggin. "Ow..." Where do those damn books come from?

Black*Star laughs at the whole scene, "That's a good one, Soul."

We all sigh in relief. He didn't think much about what I had said. I glance at Tsubaki and noticed how she was relieved too. She must know. Not that I care. She's a nice girl from what I've seen. I have no idea what a quiet pretty girl like her sees in Black*Star. Ah well. I decided not to dwell on it.

The whole day by went pretty fast. We basically rode anything that we saw. Maka was enjoying herself, especially on the roller coasters. Sometimes the girls would run out in front us to shop or point out something and they wouldn't notice other guys watching them. Whenever someone ogle Tsubaki, Black*Star was there to stare them down with a black aura.

For some reason, Maka caught the eye of some of the annoying guys too. Out of the goodness of my heart, I made sure that they left her alone. It was actually pretty simple. I would pass them by and say in a threatening voice, "Hey. She's off limits." They would usually respond with a, "Says who?" My teeth are helpful when putting on fierce smile, "Her husband." Who knew that playing the marriage card could be so much fun? Seeing the jerks faces turn pale was amusing. Maka wore white gloves, so you couldn't tell if she had a ring on or not, that was helpful when a jerk tried to look for a band on her finger.

At the end of the day, we were all laughing about how Black*Star almost lost to a little kid on the go-carts. I thought to myself how Maka had challenged me during the race. All it took was one daring look from her and we both sped into the track, trying to cut each other off. We tied at the finish line and laughed. That was fun.

As we passed the exit gate, Black*Star and I noticed how much the girls between us were enjoying their cotton candy. We both look at each other deviously, thinking the same think. I mouth "One." Black*Star whispers, "Two." At the same time we shout, "Three!" Black*Star and I quickly lean into the cotton candy of the girl closest to us. He obviously took a chunk from Tsubaki, "Black*Star!" She said exasperated. Maka glares at me with a cute pout on her face. It made me grin even more as the pink sugary treat melted in my mouth.

"Aren't you glad that you came?" I ask in a low voice, so that only Maka could hear it.

I was startled for a second when I saw her smile at me, really smile. "Yeah I am." Her eyes twinkled in the night light happily.

I'm such a cool guy for convincing her to come.


A/N: I finally finished this chapter. It took me forever, because I was never quite happy with how I worded everthing. I hate repeating the same words.

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I do not anime Soul eater or any manga/anime.