Disclaimer: I do not own the Soul Eater manga, anime or anything else. This fic is fanmade and purely for enjoyment, just like everything else on this site.

Authors Note: Sorry for the short chapter, but working full time really cuts down on writing *Sigh*


"Hey, what the hell Maka! That was extremely uncool!"

Maka fumed, her hand still clenching the dictionary in fury as she glared down at a cowed Soul who clutched the growing lump on the top of his head. Her gaze turned back to the numerous empty beer bottles that surrounded him, the fire lighting brighter in her eyes as she counted them. When she sent her glare back to stare him down, he involuntarily flinched. Damn, since when had he been such a wimp? Living here had really made him soft... But dammit, those books really hurt!

"I leave for an hour and this happens?" She hissed, gesturing around her as if she were scolding a misbehaving puppy for getting into the garbage. "I thought I told you that while you were in this house, I wasn't going to allow any kinds of drugs or alcohol! I mean, where did you even get it? I told you not to leave the apartment, people could still be looking for you right now, you know! You're not exactly inconspicuous!"

Soul folded his arms grumpily, glaring at the floor. "That idiot Black Star came over and gave em' to me. Said he pitied me, having to stayed holed up with a violent bookworm like you twenty-four seven."

Soul flinched his hands over his offended skull as her hand clenched again, the book begging to be used once more as she tried to restrain herself. He wondered if perhaps they had been allowing themselves to get a little too confident in each others presence as this was a whole new side of her he had rarely seen before. Part of him wished he still hadn't.

"I'm not the one who said it dammit!" He howled, trying to ignore the ache his head was punishing him with, the blood pounding in his ears vaguely sounding something like 'stupid, stupid, stupid'. He really had known better, but when the offer came up, he just couldn't resist it. Well, he was certainly paying for his crimes now.

She showed no remorse as she moved away from him, picking up the empty liquor containers scornfully and tossing them across the room. He cringed each time one hit the mark of the trash can. That girl had some deadly aim.

"I'm going to kill that idiot. You'd think that being in the same situation as us, he'd be a little more careful." She glared at the door as if it had done something to offend her. "I'm going to have to have another talk with Tsubaki. Maybe I'll talk to Kid too, it's going to take all our effort to keep Black Star under control."

"I dunno, I think he's cool. A total idiot, but cool."

She stared at him flatly, a sneer of distaste working its way to her face. "Why is that Soul? Because he's sneaking you liquor?"

"Well, that... And the fact that he's the only one who really seems to sympathise with what I'm dealing with, cooped up in hear with a flat-chested girl like you..."

They both sat in silence for a moment, Soul's brain finally catching up with his mouth as a sense of foreboding crept up his spine when he realised what was coming. Ah, fu-

"MAKA CHOP!"

"DAMMIT!"