Sorry for the long wait! I've been really busy with school, finals and what not. I graduate in June, so then updates should come more often. Any who here's the newest chapter!

"I see trees of green and red roses too"

Roger had came home earlier than expected this afternoon; half way expecting Tsubaki to be reading to Kami, or polishing her family swords. He had not expected for her to be swaying slightly back and forth in front of the record player, eyes closed. Looking just as beautiful as the day he met her, if not even more so.

"I see them bloom for me and you, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

Not being able to resist himself, Roger quietly closed the door and made his way over to her; taking one of her hands, he rested the other on the small of her back and swayed with her. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at her husband.

"I see skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day and the dark sacred night, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

He smiled down at her, still swaying as she rested her head on his chest, her ear over his heart, listening to it beat.

"The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do? They're really saying 'I love you.'

Tsubaki swayed with her husband, one hand in his, the other around his neck, she had never been more in love in her entire life than when she was with him. After all these years, he still surprised her with how romantic he could be, with the little things he does for her.

"I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

Roger never felt more at home, than when he was in her arms. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life dancing in the arms of his loving wife.

"Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world," Roger sang along to Tsubaki, and then pulled her face to his in a loving kiss.

Today is Maka's day off, and she is very pleased to spend it with her daughter, but she's out of books to read and decided that Kami needed a few herself. Not that Kami could read, but Maka was told by one of the pediatric doctors that babies babble because they are trying to mimic the sounds that their parents make, and that "baby talk" shouldn't be used when talking to them. So Maka would read to her, but Maka's books held no pictures and decided they weren't creatively stimulating enough for the infant, who know could hold up her own head, and almost sit on her own.

So here they were, Kami in one of those baby slings that cocooned her in a hammock type thing keeping her close to her mother's chest, while Maka browsed the book section of the thrift shop. While Maka browsed, Kami was quietly looking up at her, with her tiny fist in her mouth. Maka had about twenty books in her cloth sack, and continued to pull more off the shelf, reading the back then a) putting them back or b) tossing them in the bag. As she neared the end of the shelf, something bright and red caught her attention. Turning her full attention to said object, she saw it was a dress. She couldn't help herself as she fingered the fabric and instantly fell in love with how soft it was. The sleeves looked like they would cover the tops of her shoulders with loose and wavy materiel. She held the dress up to herself, pleased with the length. She checked the price tag, and decided to put it in the bag. She decided she'd wear it for her date with Soul.

Soul… She thought about his handsome face, and beautiful smile, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. He really was a dashing man, and from their small talks the past three days, they had quite a lot of common interests. She finished her shopping and took Kami home. Tomorrow Soul would be discharged, and then once he was settled he'd call her.

The next came faster than expected and Maka was feeling nervous. But she would be damned if she let anyone know. She made her usual rounds in the Soldiers' Ward, making her way down the line to Soul. She felt his eyes on her as she took down his IV and unhooked from all the machines. When her fingers brushed his skin to remove the needle, she could have sworn she felt her fingers tingle, but chose to ignore it.

"You ready to go home today?" She smiled softly down at him, standing by his bed, jotting in his chart. Over the past few days she learnt the following about Soul Evens: he played the piano, he had one brother who played the violin, his friends and comrades called him Soul Eater, from the amount of food he could suck down, he loved jazz music, he knew Roger 'Black Star' from high school, his favorite food is a cheese burger, but also enjoyed Italian, he despised hard liquor, and he loved to flirt with Maka whenever he could.

"You know it," he smiled back, and sat up in his bed, "it's been so long since I've been a civilian though; I'm not sure how I'll handle not having orders barked at me every day." She looked at him again, making eye contact and saw a brave soldier putting up a front to hide just how terrified he really was.

"I can't say if you'll be back in full swing at it, but just know that you'll have help," she rested her hand on his arm. The light from behind her gave off a soft glow around her that made Soul think she was an angel in the flesh, even though he didn't believe in such things. Over the past few days Soul learnt the following about Maka: she was a total book worm, she a daughter only a few months old, she had a brother once who died in battle along with her father and husband, her favorite color is red, she also enjoyed a good burger but Mexican is her absolute favorite, she graduated the top of her class with honors, she is very kind hearted but can be very stubborn, he saw her go head to head with one of the doctors over a patient's medical treatment, and won. She loves classic rock, but likes music she can dance with someone to, and she had the greenest eyes Soul had ever seen in his life.

Soul felt him blush at the contact her hand made, and internally started to beat himself at how un-cool he was being. "Thank you," he faltered at his words, "that actually means a lot." His blush grew when her smile widened. Jesus, he was acting so un-cool right now.

"I almost forgot! One of the doctors said your brother dropped by yesterday, he left you a change of clothes for today. You'll be discharged at," she looked up at the clock, "12:45, so in about thirty minutes." Maka knelt down at the side of his bed and pulled out a folded pair of dark jeans, a white shirt and old, well loved, leather jacket. She couldn't help but to smile at Soul when he lifted the jacket, a huge smirk on his face as he did.

"That prick," Soul said to himself, his smirk never leaving his face. He dropped the jacket into his lap then turned his attention back to Maka.

"Thank you. For all your help. As much as I will not be missing this place, I will be missing seeing your face every day," he grinned up at her blushing face, something he rather enjoyed doing every day, and continued to do throughout his days here. He really wanted, though, was to see how far down her blush traveled.

"You're sweet, Soul" she knew where this was going; it was just like every other day. He'd say something sweet, make her blush, then flirt with her to make her blush even more so. She wasn't sure if he did it because he liked her, or if he just liked to tease her. She didn't mind in the least, when the other men in the hospital flirted, they often pushed the line of vulgar and rude.

"Has anyone told you, that you have a beautiful blush? No really, you do. You're very pretty." He almost sounded sappy. Maka rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Come on," she said in response, "it's almost time for you to go home, let's get you cleaned up." She pulled back the blankets of his bed and moved stuff out of way while he got up. Oh my, he's tall, and very broad. She was at eye level with his collar bone, which peaked out from his loose fitting hospital shirt. He smirked down at her.

"Does this mean you'll be showering with me?" He wiggled hid eyebrows suggestively at her, and then grinned when she turned brighter than a tomato and let out a small squeak.

"Very- very funny, I'll show you to the bath room, when you're done go to the waiting room, you have papers to sign." She turned on her heel and walked down the halls to show him the restrooms. Maka lifted her hand to her cheek, mumbling out curses under her breath at how hot she felt. Stupid Soul. Making me blush all the time. Soul on the other hand was very pleased with himself at her reaction to his question. "Take- take your time. Towels are already in there next to the shower stall." And with that, she made her way back down the halls and continued with her rounds.

Soul felt good taking a shower, he hated when the nurses tried to sponge him down. They wouldn't let him up while his stitches were still healing. As the hot water ran down his body, his mind wondered to his cute green eyed nurse, and her blush. He could tell that it traveled down past the collar of her dress. It probably traveled down between her breasts, just softly grazing around her- Soul abruptly stopped his thoughts from going any further. Gentlemen don't have such vulgar thoughts about a lady. Even though he could hardly call himself a gentleman, but still. He turned the nozzle to cold, and thought about what's to follow after today.

Suddenly Soul felt his heart rate increase; his blood ran cold and his muscles tensed up. How was he going to manage outside of war? It's all he knows, shit, it's all he is. You can take the boy out of the war, but you can never take the war out of the boy. He started to get all tingly and breathing shallowly; what if he broke down in the middle of the supermarket? Or had a psychotic break and hurt someone? What if he got close to Maka and hurt her while he slept? Soul leaned against the shower wall, feeling dizzy and now hyperventilating. His hand flew from his side in attempts to support himself from falling but his hand collided with a bottle causing it drop to the floor with a loud bang. And suddenly he was back overseas, covered in mud, gun in hand, and on all fours as bullets flew past him.

Soul looked around at all his fallen comrades, all lifeless and covered in blood. A bullet grazed his arm and ear and Soul let out a scream, not from the pain of the wound, but from the pain of being back. He thought he was safe, he thought he was out; Soul continued to scream as his fellow comrades' lifeless eyes all stared at him.

Maka heard the screams from down the hall and bolted to Soul. She rounded the corner in time to see orderlies dragging a naked, wet, and mumbling Soul from the shower.

"Set him down on the bench! You!" She demanded at one of the burly men, "get him a towel and inform his brother that I'm readmitting Soul" she left no room for argument with her harsh tone. The orderly closed the door as he hurried his way out of the room to the storage closet. Maka knelt down to eye level and rested her hand on Soul's cheek. His eyes snapped to her and his mumbling stopped.

"Am I safe? Am I home?" his voice was hushed and broken; Maka resisted the urge to reach out and hugged him. She nodded her hand and moved her hand from his cheek to his scalp and ran her fingers the same way she did when he was strapped in bed, and the same way she would when Kami started to fuss.

"You're safe, you're home, I promise." He closed his eyes at her words, willing himself to believe her. The orderly came back into the room, handed Maka the blanket then quickly departed, the other orderly following suit. Maka reached behind Soul and brought the blanket around his shoulders, but was stopped from wrapping it all the way around when Soul held both her wrists, her fists still holding the blanket. His eyes were now open, searching hers. "Soul? Are you o-" he cut her off by pulling her into a hug.

Maka could feel her face grow red hot from her cheek coming into contact with his naked chest. She could hear his heart beating rapidly, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Soul responded by tightening his grip around her small waist. When he finally let go of her, Maka wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and stood back up.

"I'm going to readmit you for another day, I'll be right back; I'm going to get you sweats and a shirt." He nodded back her, letting her know that he heard her. Maka stepped out of the room, her head hung low in sadness, not really looking where she was going and bumped into someone. She looked up with her brows furrowed in frustration about to give this persona piece of her mind but stopped when she looked up into a pair of red eyes. This man looked almost exactly like Soul, only maybe five years older, with tanner skin, and without the bags under his eyes like Soul's.

"Are you the one readmitting Soul? After I drove all the way out here to pick him up?" His wasn't as kind as Soul's, which caused Maka to snap out of her dazed thinking. She scowled up at the douche bag Soul.

"I'm sorry but yes I am. Your brother suffered a major psychotic break, and his mind sent back into think he was still overseas, mid combat." She crossed her arms over her chest and stood up straight, exerting her stubbornness and dominance in the conversation. The douche bag version of Soul returned her scowl back down at her.

"Listen here squirt," he started, Maka's vision started to cloud with red, "I drove nearly two hours to come and get my baby brother, and you're going to tell me, some made up illness and a bit of noise is going to keep him here, and be the cause of a waist of gas and time?" Maka saw red and unleashed.

"Do not ever address me as squirt, for starters. And yes! I will keep him here for a day or two more! PTSD is not a fake illness, mental illness is very real and he needs to stay here under supervision! How dare you bitch about wasted gas and time over this! Your brother fought a war! I don't see you overseas fighting, or helping even a quarter as much as your brother did! So sit your ass down, and do not ever try to argue my orders, in my hospital again! Are we clear? You couldn't even bother to visit the whole time he was here, so don't try and act like you care, so once again, sit the eff down." She pushed past him, grabbing his arm pulling him to the waiting room whilst he stared at her in disbelief.

No one had ever spoken to Wes that way before, the little nurse was either very brave addressing him that way, or very ignorant and had no clue what so ever as to who he was. She roughly pushed him down on a metal bench next to the door, and then stormed off. To help Soul, he assumed.

Maka was pissed to say the least; how dare that pompous asshole talk about Soul as if Soul was an order from the post that had been delayed. The nerve some people have, to be so disrespectful to someone, a soldier no less! She continued to huff down the hallway to the storage closet. She grabbed a pair of sweats and a white tee as she said she would, and headed back to where Soul was.

After Soul was redressed, and situated back into his bed, Maka's shift had finally ended. She said her goodbyes and departed. She hadn't calmed down much from the afternoon's events, but holding Kami did somewhat ease her anger. She laid Kami down in her crib and practically tore off her hospital uniform. Damn that douche bag version of Soul. Damn him straight to Hell. Maka tossed on an over sized shirt and turned her record player on. The melody started to fill the room, helping to sooth away Maka's stress.

"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. They slither widely as they slip away across the universe…"

Sorry for the disappointment! I know some of you guys were wanting the date in this chapter, but not yet! Soon! I promise, it'll be soon! Please if you can leave me a review of what you think, and to those who have reviewed, thank you so much! Every review is worth writing for! It really does mean a lot, and fuels my motivation!

Also I wrote a quick one shot, because eventually (FAR down the road) there will be a lemon. But... I am terrible at lemons haha. And it is an Ouran High School Host Club fic so... Anyways! Thank you and sorry for the wait!

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