A/N: Before you throw your tomatoes I would like to say, I AM SORRY! I don't have any excuse other than that I am the laziest person alive (that doesn't qualify as an excuse does it?) Well, I'm going to say this and run before you come with the pitchforks: I don't own Soul Eater! Enjoy!


Chapter 4: What is Love? A Black Rose..?

The minute Maka woke up this morning, she changed and flew out of bed, flying past everyone to her private art room upstairs. When she was younger, she loved to draw so much, she used to paint on the walls, until one day, her father called her to this room upstairs and told her it was hers. She could do whatever she wanted up there, draw whatever she wanted on anything. Ever since then, she took refugee there most of the time, running away from all her trouble for a while.

Opening the door, the smell of paint hit her nose. Maka entered, inhaling, a soft smile plastered over, and opened the window, the fresh morning breeze making her hair sway gently. She opened the wooden chest, inspecting the paint, mixing different colours together and setting them out.

The blonde grabbed her paint brushes and placed them down beside the little jars of colours. She put the canvas on its stand and dipped a thinner brush in the dark grey and lightly started painting on the canvas.

A while later, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in!" Maka called.

Liz poked her head through the gap she had opened,"Breakfast time!"

"Can you bring it up here please?" she asked, eyes focused on the drawing.

Liz nodded and left, quickly returning with a tray of food.

"Here you go," Liz said, putting the tray on a small table near Maka.

"What do you think?" Maka inquired, taking a sandwich and biting it.

Liz inspecting the single black rose Maka had drawn, petals falling, surrounding it. All the shades blended in perfectly together, producing this beautiful picture.

"It's beautiful, but why a black rose?"

"It's to represent love," Maka explained. "It's beautiful, yet deadly , which attracts people to it. Enchanting, but bittersweet. To me, love is a painful thorn and sweet nectar, on a black rose tainted by poison, with no antidote. Once it infects you, pulls you in, there may never be a way out of it."

The room stayed silent, the breeze passing through the window was ruffling a few papers was the only thing heard.

"You know," Liz spoke up."It doesn't always have to have a bitter ending. Sometimes there is a happy ever after. You just have to stay positive."

"Bu-"

Liz cut her off, "Which reminds me."

She thrust her hand into her pocket, retrieving something. "Here," she said, handing Maka a crumpled piece of paper. "Soul asked me to deliver this."

"Huh, what's that?"

"Open it and you'll find out, genius."

Maka stuck her tongue out at Liz and unfolded the not, taking in Soul's scruffy handwriting.

Hey Maka! Blackstar, Tsubaki, Liz and I wanted to know if you'd like to join us at the beach tomorrow night. There'll be a bonfire and all. So, yeah, wanna come?

Maka giggled at Soul's awkwardness. She could imagine him telling her that, hand flying to the back of his neck, a small blush rising, although he would never admit it. To her, he was quite adorable when he did that, always receiving a chaste kiss from Maka when that happened. Which was quite a lot, on most of the dates they'd go on, which were several after all. Yes, Soul was her boyfriend, or somthing of sort. She couldn't quite grasp what they were quite yet.

The jade eyed girl couldn't see a reason not to go. She'd already met Tsubaki and Blackstar before, they were lovely people. (Although Blackstar was a little too loud, but nothing she couldn't handle.)

"So, will you come?" Liz asked, a hand resting on her hip.

"Of course, I'd like to see Blackstar and Tsubaki again."

"You mean Soul," Liz smirked, raising her eyebrows.

Maka blushed,"I never said that!"

"Yeah, whatever. Look, I need to go, but one last thing Maka. Life only makes love look hard." And with that, Maka was alone in the room, considering Liz's words.

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Maka was only on page 59 of her new book when Kid came storming in her room at night.

"Gah," he groaned in frustration.

"Well hello to you too," Maka said, setting her book down and patting the space next to her in bed. "What brings you here at this time?"

"You'll never guess what happened," Kid blurted and started filling her in on today's events. By the end of his speech, rather rant really he went of topic several times, Maka was surprised, shocked even.

"..So you mean she's really..?" Maka asked, a hand slwoly rising to her mouth.

"Not only that Maka, she's sticking around for, probably forever."

"Well, maybe she's changed," Maka absentmindedly said.

"Don't you get it? I can never forgive her. It goes against every cell in my body," Kid seethed.

Moments of silence passed as Maka was still processing the new information Kid had given her. It was quite astonishing and it wasn't something she was looking forward to.

"Are you certain?" she questioned.

"Definitely, why else would mother call me to tell me that," he confirmed.

She sighed."There's nothing to do now Kid," the blonde said, placing a comforting hand on the her friend's back. "Go to bed. We'll worry about that later."

"I suppose," he said, sliding off the bed and trudging to the door. Kid mumbled a good night and switched off the lights, leaving Maka to drown in the slightly distressing news.

All I can do is strongly hope she's changed, was Maka's last thought for the night, before being pulled in dreamless slumber.


A/N: I'm so mean, right?! Who do you think she is? Leave a review and make sure to tell me your thoughts about this chapter! And also don't forget to answer this poll I put up about what you'd like up next. Oh, I would like to add, for any of you like to RP come and join me at mine! /forum/Soul-Eater-RP-Stolen-Souls/138068/ Stay tuned! Byee!