Want to start off by thanking everyone for the support yet again.

On an important matter of business, thanks to a random stranger I now have an AO3 account. My full reason is in my profile along with a link to my AO3 account, but in a nut-shell. This website will not have top priority for my updates. The next chapter of this story will be posted on my AO3 account a few days before I'll post it here. So if you want to see an update sooner, you'll need to check by there first. I'll still update and post on this site but the posts won't be as immediate. You're also able to leave comments on my work there and in-order to get the Soul Eater fandom on that site moving faster I'd actually prefer it. Of course leaving me love here is still a great thing to do and I don't want you to stop.

Anyway enjoy~

Usually after a fight Maka and Soul would each go to their room and brood for a few hours then all would be well. That wasn't going to happen in this case since they weren't allowed to have any space for said brooding.

He sighed, it shouldn't take anyone so long to stir honey into their tea, and even if it did she could at least take it to the living room so he could sit down.

"What the hell is your problem?" This was at least the third sigh Soul had made and one more sigh was going to push her over the edge of sanity. If something was wrong then he needed to tell her what it was rather than just making irritating noises. Who knew someone could make a simple sight be so irritating anyway?

"My problem? You're the one snapping at me for every little thing."

She licked the spoon clean of the last remnants of honey before making a snarling sound at Soul "I'm not snapping. I'm asking a question. Like a civil adult."

"That is not a civil way to ask a damn question Maka. Unless it's in comparison to cracking my skull with a book anyway."

He'd pretty much dared her to do it.

"Maka chop!"

Of course Maka wasn't thinking clearly and hit Soul hard enough for him to hit the floor. The nylon chord that was tied to each of their wrists caused Soul to yank Maka down with him and her head to bash (just shy of her left eye) into the kitchen counter.

"S-shit… ow."

"Now you know how I feel. Karma's a bitch huh?"

"Shut up Soul." Maka stood up quickly, yanking Soul with her. "It was all your fault anyway." She opened the freezer, the door missing contact with Soul's face by a few centimeters and pulled out an icepack (she made sure there were two on hand at all times).

"Hey while you're in there grab one for m-"

"Get it yourself I'm not your damn slave!"

And that's when Soul noticed her face, and the swelling already centered around her left eye. He couldn't help but be a little immature and laugh "You're gonna have a black eye!"

"What?" She gasped and yanked him towards the bathroom with her. "Shiiiiit" She hissed staring into the mirror.

"Karma." Soul stuck his tongue out at her in a rather immature gesture, it wasn't that he didn't care that she got hurt but he'd seen Maka bounce back from a fractured wrist and still win a battle with a kishin a black eye was hardly that serious.

"It's not funny!"

It was funny, until the next day at school anyway.

Taubaki had done the ultimate naïve move of trust. She'd untied Blackstar from herself trusting him to just stay within three feet of her without needed to force him. The bet had fueled his will to do well in this assignment and he'd even stopped talking about cheating.

The two had walked into Professor Stein's classroom, early for a change; and she noticed Maka's recently acquired "battle scar". Tsubaki quickly remembered that there was no way Maka would attempt taking a mission since Soul getting knocked from her hands in weapon form could mean she'd fail the assignment.

"Maka what happened to your eye."

"Long story." The pig-tailed meister glared at her weapon "Soul decided that he was going to be a jackass an-"

Leave it to Blackstar to jump to conclusions before hearing the full explanation.

"Soul what the hell is wrong with you?"

The assassin lurched forward at the scythe, punching him in the jaw and effectively moving just slightly too far from Tsubaki.

Soul was sure his nose had never bled this much ever, even when Blair was naked on top of him.

"How fucking dare you do that to Maka! Do you want to die?" He reared back for another punch, Maka both not wanting to get knocked back with Soul, trying to keep him from getting killed and not wanting the boys to fight without a teacher at least present shoved the ninja away.

"Let me finish explaining at least! Soul didn't hit me or anything. I hit him, he fell down and I got drug with him and hit the counter!"

"Oh." Blackstar instantly looked remorseful "Shit, sorry dude, fuck"

Soul groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly to attempt to quell his nosebleed to no avail. "S'cool dude. You're playing the punishment game though." Soul couldn't help but smirk despite his pain, he'd won at least this much.

"What?"

"Afraid so." Tsubaki sighed; the insane professor wheeled himself into the classroom and clarified for Blackstar.

"A few more hours within range of each other and you two could have pulled a C."

Realization hit him like a train and the scream of "Damn it!" could be heard all over campus.

Meanwhile at Gallows Mannor, the "World's Most Unsymmetrical Trio" as Kidd had dubbed them, hadn't managed to make it out of the front door in order to make it to school.

"Kidd, please just leave it alone."

"I can't Liz! It's horrible, if I leave it alone I'll think about it all day!"

Seriously, who cared this much about how straight a rug was?

"We're already really late, any later and Professor Stein is going to try to dissect you to study Shinigami."

Patty cackled "He's going to cut you open like a fish! Shinigami-Sushi!"

"Patty, please motivate Kidd."

The younger sister smirked, she leaned in close to Kidd's ear "If you don't get your ass moving right now I'll shave half of your head bald and force you to watch a marathon of Cat-Dog while sitting in a room that's only half painted."

His scream of horror at the mental image beat Blackstar's earlier scream and was heard throughout Death City.

"Look Tsubaki, I'm really sorry."

Tsubaki was taken by surprise with this sudden onslaught of apology, it was very unlike Blackstar to apologize, he never apologized for any failed missions after all. "Eh?"

"I really screwed up."

"Well to be fair, it was my idea to untie us in the first place."

"Yeah because you trusted me not to screw up and I did."

"Don't worry about it. We didn't fail at least and it was a sweet gesture to stick up for Maka like that."

"So you're not even a little upset?"

She couldn't help but laugh a bit "Honestly I'm relieved."

"Yahoo!" Blackstar froze "Wait a sec, does that mean you didn't like being stuck together?"

"Well I do like being able to shower in some form of privacy, the men's room is terrifying and I was starting to wonder if we were going to have to live on potato chips and sandwiches. Those things aside."

"Of course you enjoy my godly presence! In fact, just to prove that we could pull the assignment off if not for my heroism, we'll stay tied together for seven days!"

No, no, she couldn't do it, she wouldn't do it; two days, nearly three had been bad enough she would not go seven days straight without being able to pee at her own pace!

"How about we not worry about trying to prove ourselves."

"You're right! A god like me has nothing to prove to non believers, they're all just jealous anyway."

While being stuck with Maka and Nygus prodding his sore nose in the infirmary Soul had decided that he'd have to come up with something good for Blackstar's punishment game. Grudges were uncool but so was breaking the nose of your best friend because you thought he might have given his meister a black-eye.

But at least Maka was trying to be a little nicer now.

"We can go home if you want."

"Nah, might as well see who else failed the assignment today, besides if I come up with a good punishment for Blackstar I want to see to it that he does it as soon as possible."

"Real mature Soul."

Of course, Blackstar wasn't the only person on campus to have jumped to conclusions about Maka's black eye. A certain freshmen had caught a glimpse of her and said freshman's class also happened to get subbed by none other than Death Scythe.

Given the meister's weapon's seemingly controlling and stand-offish attitude the day before, telling the girl's father of his concerns seemed like the logical thing to do.

"You wanted to talk to me in private Mr. Razer-Edge?"

"Yes." he was somewhat hesitant to form his words but after he messily uttered his concerns to the Death Scythe he could tell that he might be counted as an accomplice to murder once this was all over. Maybe being a good Samaritan wasn't the best idea.

The next chapter is going to be fun. Check out my AO3 account for the update which should drop by the 4th or 5th of August.