Dude Looks Like a Lady

Summery: Justin was planning to only report to Lord Death. However, he ended up meeting Soul, who was mistaken for a girl, and sweeping him off his feet. Soul, falling hard and fast, ends up getting his heart broken. Justin, also in love with Soul, doesn't realize it yet. Will he realize it in time? Or will he loose Soul to someone else?

Warnings: Cross-dressing, mistaken genders, Justin playing sports, nearly missing school, teasing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

"Talking"

'thinking'

emphasis

flashback

"flashback talk"

Ch. 4:After the night fell

Soul was not enjoying his day. First, he'd woken up late, then he'd had to carefully remove the dress, shoes, pins, and earrings- he'd left the necklace on purpose- and had barely remembered to put on clothes and his shoes before running out his door. Maka was right in front of him. Both had a still-hot piece of plain toast and Soul had borrowed Maka's brush to finish his hair.

But it was when they finally got to school that his day started going sour. He had forgotten something very important; unfortunately, everyone else noticed. This, of course, proved to good for them to pass up.

Soul swore under his breath again when yet another girl walked by giggling. If this continued, he'd have to choke a bitch. And they'd like it. But that wasn't the only thing that was starting to seriously piss him off.

"Hey, Soul! Trying to say something?"

"Finally come out of the closet, Soul?"

"*whistle* Hey there, good lookin. Wanna go out for a milkshake sometime?"

He shuddered. Honestly, how corny could these pick-up lines be?

"Hey there, hunny. Wanna be my bunny?"

He let out a cross between a growl and a groan. 'Obviously pretty damn corny.' He sighed mentally. He'd just got there and he already wanted school to end.

He nearly ran past Kim and Jacqueline, who both noticed his 'problem' immediately.

"Poor, Soul. I hope they don't tease him too badly." Kim muttered. Jackie nodded beside her.

A random girl slid in beside them. Her long, curly blond hair caught their attention easily. The next thing they noticed was her long violet tie hanging over a plain short-sleeved, button-up shirt and green she turned her head, they both stared into her clear emerald eyes. They stared each other down before she finally leaned over towards them. She glanced around her and raised a hand to her cup around her mouth. The other two girls leaned closer.

"Have you heard?" She whispered. Kim and Jackie shook their heads 'no'. They normally didn't participate in gossip. Blackmail, however, they took every chance they could get.

The girl seemed excited that they hadn't heard. "Apparently, when Soul was a kid, his dad used to beat him. And I also heard that his mom was a little psycho. But they only did that to Soul. So, of course, his older brother, Wes, -"

"Soul has a brother?" Jackie interrupted. No one knew Soul actually had family. They all thought he'd been abandoned or was an orphan and that was why he didn't like going by his last name. All three shivered when they remembered what had happened last year, when some cocky no-name had made enemies with Soul. He's said 'Evans' a total of five times before Soul had pounced. They said that he might wake up in about five years. And even then, he'd never be the same. Only a select few had seen his eyes at that time. And it still haunted them to this day.

The girl nodded, little blond curls waving before her eyes. She continued. "So, of course, Wes never believed him. So when he told Wes about everything he knew and everything they'd done to him, he didn't believe him. He completely broke Soul's little heart. Too bad, really; Soul really looked up to him back then. But anyway, after that, I heard that Soul became so depressed, that he became obsessed with playing the piano. He'd play it day and night. Even skip meals. They could only drag him away for five minutes. He didn't even sleep. And he's still depressed. Tsk,tsk. Poor Soul." Kim and Jakie turned to look at each other, ignoring the fact that the blond girl had walked away.

As soon as she was outside, her whole form and the air around her wavered for a second. She sighed and tilted her face up. "I'm sorry, Soul. That's the best I can do for now. I only hope it helped." And for just a moment, the blond haired girl was no longer there. In her place, stood a tall man with black and white hair and red eyes. His black-stripped red suit jacket flinched and his form wavered. The girl reappeared before starting to sink into the ground.

Quite fitting for an illusion of Madness, wouldn't you say?

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Soul had walked as fast as possible (*coughrancough*) into the nearest bathroom. Luckily, it was empty. Fortune had smile on him at the moment, he just knew it. He immediately turned on the tap and grabbed some paper-towels. He scrubbed his face until it turned pink then looked into the mirror. His eyes watered and his breath became shorter. He felt like crying.

He grabbed soap and tried again, scrubbing until his face burned. Then he rinsed out his poor abused paper-towels (I suspect Brawny) and rubbed it lightly over his face. He ignored the bell and kept wiping it over his face until the burn was mostly soothed and looked up. He nearly screamed. Fortune's smile became a cruel, cold mockery, of laughter.

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Ten minutes later, Soul slowly trudged into the class room, head bowed and form defeated. Stein glanced up and watched as the boy stood there before turning to trudge to his seat. He slumped beside his partner, head still bowed. It took a moment, but Stein eventually cleared his throat and returned to the lesson. Everyone immediately turned back to him, knowing that dissection was the alternative.

Maka waited a moment before turning back to her partner. He hadn't moved. She sighed in desperation, mentally checking over everything she could ever remember doing, hoping to find out what sin she'd committed to get stuck with him of all people.

"Soul? What's wrong?" she whispered, eyes watching for any hint of Stein noticing her whispering. When he didn't answer, she elbowed him in the ribs. He sniffled and twitched.

"Soul?" she repeated. Damn Stein, her partner had something wrong. And she was determined to fix it. He sniffled again.

"What do you thinks wrong? There's a Death Scythe that thinks I'm a girl, I've started cross-dressing, I'm probably going to end up with issues after this, and my reputation is torn to shreds because I forgot to wash off my make-up, and you forgot to tell me that it was water-proof." He hissed back, rubbing at his eyes.

"But...why are you crying?" Maka whispered back. She could understand how all that could end up giving him a lot of stress, which may make him want to cry, but this was Soul! The guy who rarely ever showed anything but boredom in public, and occasionally at home too. But Soul was a hormonal teenager, so it was possible for him to be affected by stress and start crying right? Or maybe-

Maka's head was going in circles, brain trying to figure out what her partner hadn't told her.

"Soul?"

He gave a wet hiccup and looked up. "I got mascara in my eye!"

Maka's brain suddenly crashed.

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It had taken Maka ten minutes before asking Stein if she could take Soul to the nurse. Then another three to convince him to let them go. It had taken Soul looking up to convince him. He'd never admit it, but those eyes creeped him out, smudged black around bloodshot red. It always had. It was just one of those things you never got over. And Stein never had.

It had taken Nygus five minutes to check Soul's eyes and clean them out. Never the less, she insisted that he stay so she could make sure that she'd gotten it all. After Maka had left, Nygus had pulled up a chair and grabbed a cross-word puzzle. When she'd gotten stuck and began saying random things about it out loud, a half-awake Soul had managed to tell her the correct answer. She's even read him some that she knew. He got 57 puzzles right in a row before he fell asleep. If Nygus would have checked the title, she would have seen why she had such a problem.

However, she didn't, and so, Soul's true intelligence would remain secret just a little while longer.

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Soul had just finished his homework and was starting a little snack for him and Maka- left-over soup-, when someone knocked on the door. With a final stir of the warm contents, Soul walked towards the door, mentally going over what he'd make for dinner that night.

"Hello, is there something me and Maka can help you-oh. Hey Justin." He trailed off, completely forgetting the greeting that Maka had literally beaten into him. He glanced over to the calender. He had two days before Wednesday. So what was his- admittedly handsome- wooer doing here today?

"Ah~, hello Soul. It's nice to see you again. I hope you don't mind me showing up just a bit early." Justin was sure he was showing how much he was holding back what he truly wanted to say. Soul had noticed the distinct lack of yelling and dramatics.

"Uh, yeah. Come in." He lead the elder Weapon to the couch before heading to the kitchen to stir the soup. "So what are you doing here again?" Soul asked, just loud enough to be heard in the other room.

"Oh. I was wondering if you would enjoy going out today instead of Wednesday. Lord Death needs me to go on a split-second mission for him tomorrow, so I figured that we could go out today instead." Justin was literally twitching with his restraint. He wasted to use his normal speech patterns, for Death's sake. But Stein's and Spirit's advice raced through his head.

"Alright, now listen up. You're gonna have to change your speech patterns if you want to keep Soul. Try talking like a normal person."

"And instead of taking Soul out on expensive dinner-dates all the time, why not try something simple? You have this emergency mission as an excuse. Take-uh-her out today. Try going around town or a game of basketball."

Spirit scowled. Something hot bubbled in the pit of his stomach. "And what the hell would you know about dates? I bet your still a virgin!"

Stein frowned. Justin took that as his cue to leave. He quickly but quietly evacuated the area, feeling slightly guilty. After all, it'd be his fault if they both ended up dead or something. But he'd still use their advice.

Soul frowned thoughtfully. It would make sense that Justin would still be sent on missions. He was a Death Scythe, after all. But it didn't mean that Soul had to like it. He ignored the voice in the back of his head whispering 'House wife.'

"Sure. That'd be nice. Would you like some soup before we left? Do I need to grab anything?" Soul concentrated on the soup, watching as it began to bubble.

'Soul can cook? This is great! My wonderful angel is both a fighter and a cook!' Justin thought excitedly.

"Of course. That would be wonderful." He kept his voice even and controlled. It took him a moment before he finally processed what else she'd said. "No, no. Just some normal clothes that you feel comfortable in. I hope you don't mind a walk around town. Maybe we could even play a game of...basketball? If you feel like it of course! If not then I'm sure-"

Soul walked in at that moment, carrying a tray with three bowls of soup on it. He sat it down on the table and gave the older man an amused smile.

"Don't worry about it. It sounds fine to me. Just let me take this to Maka and then we'll eat. Would you like something to drink?" He offered, making sure to use his 'female voice' and picking up a bowl and a pack of crackers. When Justin shook his head 'no', Soul nodded and turned to head to Maka's room. He decided to hurry and change while his soup was cooling.

Maka, of course, kept cooing over him going on another date so soon with his-as Blair called him- 'lover-boy'. Soul snorted and reminded Maka that he could always call her father and convince him to take her out as well. She glared at him for a moment before turning back to her homework and picking up her spoon.

Soul laughed and went to get ready. He chose a simple short-sleeved orange shirt with his 'mouth logo' on the left breast and a pair of blue shorts. He scowled at his still-shaven legs. He cursed his partner for making him shave them. And cursed her again when he caught his reflection in the mirror. Nygus had managed to clean most of it off, but a faint hint of purple still showed through. He sighed and turned back to the living room where Justin was calmly eating his soup and studying the room he sat in.

He'd been too nervous the last time to study it, but now he wondered how he could have missed the slightly messy appearance and tilted paintings. For some reason, he'd thought it may have been a little messier. Maybe it was because the apartment belonged to two teenagers. He shrugged and turned his head to peek at the door, only to jump and nearly choke when he realized that his beautiful angel sat next to him. He hadn't even heard her come in or felt her sit beside him.

She turned her head to glance up at him and he gave a shaky grin. A single brow raised and she turned back to her meal. He sighed and turned back as well.

Okay, I know that I didn't do the date yet, but its coming. So don't worry about that. And if you don't like Brawny, don't complaint to me just because I put it up here, it was a joke. Enjoy. In case you haven't noticed, I'll give you a hint. Something may happen between Spirit and you guess what? Yes, Justin is a little OOC but I hope that 'flashback' cleared up why. He's trying to make little changes so that Soul will like him more. And I don't feel like writing all that every time I try to write him. He may have the occasional slip-up. Any questions, problems, etc. let me know and I'll either try to explain them or fix it. Sorry for the long wait, but school and 'war' have been taking up a lot of my personal time. I hope you enjoy this late chapter, and the next chapter of SP should be coming soon. It's in the writing stage right now.