Back again. I think I'm an insomniac and this is my longest chapter yet! WOO!

I don't own Soul Eater. And I cry everyday because of that.

SOUL POV:

I opened my eyes, and I stared at my ceiling above me. What the hell happened last night. Everything got out of hand, and it ended up with Maka being mad at me. I groaned loudly and rolled over onto my side and pulling the blankets up and around me. Maybe if I just stay in bed long enough, her anger might die down a little...wait, bed? When did I get in my bed? I clearly remember blacking out in the hallway from one of Maka's chops. Then it clicked. That idiot. You didn't have to do that. A small smile snuck it's way onto my face without permission and I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath in. If I got out of bed a faced Maka, it would only have two outcomes. One being the favorable option, her not being mad at me and forgiving that the party was...um, taken into her bedroom. Or option two, Making me clean up the whole apartment, including her vomit covered bedroom, and then Maka-Chopping me until I bleed out. I was hoping to Lord Death that it would be option one.

As I lay there in my bed, I was going over the events that took place last night. I mean, I knew something wasn't right between Maka and I for some time now, but I didn't know that we weren't in tune with each others wavelengths. Yeah, I mean I can feel hers, and feel her emotions, but I really have to try hard. Before, it was as simple as breathing.

It wasn't that much longer until my stomach started to growl from hunger...and shortly after that was when I started to smell bacon. I raised my eyebrows in shock. Usually Maka and I have nicer breakfasts on the weekends, but she was pissed at me. Normally after a fight, Maka refuses to cook or clean until we make up. Why was she doing this? Gathering myself up and getting out of bed, I slipped on pajama pants and a t-shirt, not wanting to just walk out in my boxers. I slowly peeked my head out of my door and down the hallway into the kitchen. There I saw Maka cooking at the stove. Tsubaki and Liz were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading what looked like more magazines.

Trying to be as quiet and I could, I sneaked down the hallway towards Maka's bedroom. I peeped inside to see if Kid, Black-Star and Patty were still there. To my surprise, they weren't.

"I woke them up early and kicked them out."

"WHAT THE HELL!" I nearly shouted, turning around at the sound of my meister right behind me.

"How did you get right behind me?!" Wow, our soul wavelengths must really be out of sync if I can't even tell when shes behind me.

"I just noticed you down the hall and thought I'd say Good Morning. But then you were looking in my room…"

"Yeah, I was looking for Ki-", she cut me off, already knowing who I was looking for.

"Yeah, I know. Like I said, I woke them up early and kicked them out. Let's just say they were thankful for that instead of Maka-Chops!" She was smiling up at me while she talked...her eyes were shining bright even in the dim lighted hallway. However, I noticed something in her eyes. Was it sadness? No...that wasn't it. C'mon Soul, focus...what is she feeling?

My eyes widened a little bit in shock at what I felt. I think Maka knew too because her cheeks were suddenly set ablaze by her embarrassment.

"Maka...wh-", I started to say, but like always, she didn't want to talk about her feelings and changed the subject.

"C'mon Soul! I made breakfast and it'll get cold with us just standing here!" And with that she trotted off towards the kitchen, her hands latched behind her back and her long hair swaying with her steps.

I smiled to myself that she didn't seem too mad with me, but I knew that she was just masking it more because we had guests over, even if they were our friends. I shoved my hands into my pajama pants pockets and made my way over to the kitchen. Saying I was starving would be an understatement.

TIME SKIP

After Tsubaki and Liz left, Maka was cleaning up the kitchen. I looked around the apartment and it was spotless, and now that I think about it, so was Maka's room.

"Uh, Maka?" I said, my voice a little shaky. I didn't even know why, that's so not cool.

"Ya Soul?" Her little voice responded back, still focusing on her job at hand.

"Well, I was just wondering..Did you clean the apartment all by yourself?"

She started giggling, and turned to face me. "No way! There was a reason why I woke them up so early. Liz and Tsubaki had nothing to do with the mess, but the offered a hand to help clean up anyway. As a thanks, I offered them breakfast."

"Oh. Cool." That was all I could say.

"Yeah, and you know what would've been cooler? If your lazy butt would've gotten out of bed at a decent hour to help us too! Really, this was all your fault. Offering our apartment to host the party and what not.."

I just rolled my eyes at that. "Whaever," I mumbled, " I'm gonna go take a shower. I need one." And I really did. A headache was starting to develop, my back was aching, and I just needed some time to figure out what to do about Maka.

MAKA POV: (A/N: bare with me, never done before)

I was just finishing cleaning up after the breakfast Tsubaki and I cooked, and I was going to go out and practice, but that was before Soul told me he was going to shower. I smiled in my head at this. Not being a pervert or anything, just smiling at the fact that I will be alone for a good half hour. When I could hear the sound of the water starting and I knew I saw safe for a little while. That's when I made a dash into Soul's bedroom.

I sat down at the small black stool he had shoved in the corner. Of course he had his keyboard in the corner. I rarely ever played the piano. Only have I heard him play was when I met him, during Soul Resonance, and on my birthday. Seeing as how that's the only thing I asked for, he wasn't one to turn me down.

I had to hurry if I wanted to get any practice in. I flipped the switch up and into the 'ON' position, and plugged in the over-sized headphones. They didn't sit on my head easily, I had to mess with them a bit to make sure that they wouldn't fall off. I turned the volume almost all the way up. And that's when I begun.

Never in a million years I would think that I, Maka Albarn, would be trying to learn a musical instrument. The only instruments I used were ones for hunting down kishen eggs. But here I was, sitting at the foot of a black and white keyboard, tapping away at the teeth of the instrument, trying to produce a sound that wouldn't be embarrassing to play.

I had the lyrics in my head. I know how I felt about them, and I knew the melody of the song. It was just practicing both together. Sure, I could make my way through the piano piece if I focused enough, and I could sing the song without a problem. It's a matter of putting it into one. It was almost like Soul Resonance the more I think about it. I closed my eyes, feeling my own soul. I took in a deep breath, and tapped my finger on the note I knew too well. Then again...and again. Then all of my fingers tapped down onto multiple keys at the same time, creating a soothing sound that erupted from the keyboard, only for my ears to hear, and my eyes to see. I made my way through the intro of the song without a problem, just slowing it down a little more that what I originally had planned. But I liked the way it sounded. It was a nice pace. Calming almost.

That's when I started to sing. (A/N: Obviously she's singing "Say Something"-A Great Big World. However in the fic I just pretended that Maka was the one who wrote it.)

I know I didn't have the voice of an angel, but I wasn't completely tone deaf. I could carry myself in a song. Hell! I've even gotten leads in school musicals before attending the DWMA.

But this was different from stupid peppy musical song. This song took me a long time to come up with. I got the idea after the battle Soul and I had with Crona for the first time. After he got his scar. And now for the past month or two, I've been spending every minute I have at the music store trying to figure out how to work this stupid musical instrument! I kind of understand why Soul hated the piano so much...It was so infuriating. Yet, I can see why he choose to learn the piano. It's elegant, and can have a soft and a hard side to it. It's kind of along the lines of a love-hate relationship. I smile to myself. I was finally understanding. And wasn't that the whole point of this?

I continued on with my song. Once, and then twice. I kept practicing and practicing. I wanted to be perfect for when I decided it was time.

SOUL POV: (A/N: Do you guys like the multiple perspective? I thought I'd try something knew. Let me know in reviews)

I turned the water off and slipped out of the shower. Stretching in the steam felt so good for my sore muscles. I grabbed my towel, and dried most of myself off. Slipping into my boxers, and throwing the towel around my neck, I walked out of the bathroom and padded my way into the hallway towards my room.

Thats when I stopped right outside my door. Was...someone in there? It sounded a lot like Maka. What was she doing in MY room? I pressed my ear closer to my door, trying to hear it a little better. Then my eyes widened. She...she was,.. singing? My unmusical, tiny-titted, bookworm of a meister was in MY bedroom singing? What the hell!? Wanting to find out more...I made the bravest decision of my life. I opened the door.

I was more than ready to be Maka-Chopped, however it didn't come. I scanned the room for her. And that only made my shock grow more. She, she was playing the keyboard. And she was singing. In my room. With headphones on. She didn't know I was here. I smirked. Well, better enjoy the show while I can.

I threw my towel onto the foot my unmade bed, and then following myself after.

"Ahhh," I verbally expressed. Nothing like a warm shower and a soft bed to get you relaxed. I closed my eyes and thats when my ears really started hearing the music.

Sure, I couldn't hear the piano, but I could hear her song. She wasn't singing too loud, but I could make out what she was saying. She was also skipping some parts from what I could tell. But the song sounded sad almost. Like it was missing something, reaching out in a way.

Before I could make anything of it, Maka stood up abruptly. Sensing her soul wavelength, I could tell she was worried. But about what? I really had to focus to be able to see so far into her soul. But surely enough I found it. She...was worried about me? She quickly shut off the keyboard and took off the headphones.

She spun around quickly, and looked like she was going to make a dash to the door. That is until she saw me. Her emerald eyes grew twice in size, and her lips were pressed flat against each other in worry. I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of my flustered meister.

I wanted to leave a LITTLE bit of a cliff-hanger. Wanted to treat you guys to something a little longer.

I tried a muli-POV. Let me know how you liked that.

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