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"Would you guys rather do this in the kitchen?" Maka asked, hoping they would say yes so she could see what Soul was up to. The other girls nodded, following Maka out of her room. As the other girls took their seats, Maka froze, seeing the huge mess everywhere.

"Eww, do you people ever clean?" One girl asked her. Maka nodded slowly, barely paying attention to her. Then she saw Soul sitting on the cabinet, grinning at her. She frowned, glaring at him.

"Just ignore him, Maka. He'll give up and go away."

Soul turned his face into a pout, sticking out his bottom lip. "Come on Maka, it's so not cool that you're ignoring me. I think you just broke my heart! I might die for a second time!" Soul faked dying, gasping for air, falling off the cabinet, and pretending to have a stroke on the floor.

Maka covered her mouth, stifling her laughter. The other girls sent her questioning glances, confused to why she was laughing. Maka shook her head, forcing herself back to reality, and clearing her throat. She averted her attention from the white haired boy and back to the 4 girls at her table.

Soul's grin wavered, unhappy that Maka was still ignoring him, and stood from the ground. When one of the girls let go of her homework, groaning in frustration, Soul snatched it up, looking over the contents and grinning with delight at the girl's surprised look.

"Who took my paper?" She asked, looking around. When she saw the floating paper next to her, her eyes widened.

Maka's eyes widened, watching Soul tear the paper inch by inch.

"St-" She started, placing a hand over her mouth, remembering these girls couldn't see Soul.

The white haired boy grinned once again, rushing over to the cabinets and throwing them open, picking up things and waving them around. The girls screamed in fright, begging Maka to tell them what was going on.

"I…" Maka whimpered.

"Is your house haunted or something?" Beka, the girl who asked her for help first, asked.

"No…" Maka whispered.

"Tell me to stop Maka!" Soul yelled. "I want them to know I'm here!"

Maka shook her head, wanting to say something but couldn't.

"Come on, Maka! I don't want to be all alone!" Soul pleaded. "Don't make me do it!"

"Do what…?" She whispered.

"Who are you talking to?" Beka demanded.

"Very good, Maka! Talk to me!" Soul said, running over to the fan switch.

Maka looked towards him, glaring.

"Look up, Maka." Soul said.

She looked up slowly, her eyes widening at what she saw. Up above, hanging dangerously over their heads, was a big bucket of random stuff he had found in their kitchen.

"Don't flip that switch, Soul!" Maka shouted warningly.

"Oh, you mean this switch?" Soul asked innocently, pushing it up slightly.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" The girls demanded.

"Soul, I'm warning you!" Maka yelled. "Don't you dare turn that fan on!"

At the last second, Maka jumped from her seat, hoping to push Soul out of the way and realizing mid-jump that she would fall straight through him.

The other girls looked up, wondering what Maka was talking about, and saw the big box. They tried to move but it was too late. As the dust cleared, Maka stared in shock at the five girls. They were covered from head to toe with different window cleaners and gels that Maka didn't even know she had. Powders and sprays hung in the air and the girls looked completely white. The floor was covered as well and the air had a dusty feel, like tiny little bits were floating all around.

"What kind of stunt was that?" Beka asked. "And who have you been talking to? I can't believe I trusted a weird girl like you!"

Maka hurried to defend herself, pointing at Soul and forgetting the fact that they couldn't even see him. "It was Soul! I told him not to do it but he didn't listen!"

"You're crazy!" Beka yelled. "There's nobody there! You know what you are? A little witch!"

The grin on Soul's face vanished when he heard this. "Maka isn't a witch…" He mumbled.

Maka didn't anything, just stared down at the floor, as the girls from her school left. They were unhappy with her and she was unhappy with Soul. Soon her father would be unhappy with her too…

"I'm sorry Maka… this was so uncool of me. I should've just gotten over the fact that you have other friends too…" Soul said.

Maka nodded, registering his words. "Did you just admit to being jealous?"

Soul scratched the back of his head, embarrassed to be feeling that way. Maka laughed, trying to give him a friendly punch on the arm. She instead went through him once more, laughing at herself. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I kind of wish you were alive. It would be nice to have a friend that I can hug and hold hands with." She blushed slightly.

When Soul got up and walked away, Maka got slightly worried he was leaving. The white haired man ran up to her room and grabbed a pair of her gloves. He put them on quickly and reached towards her, grabbing her hand and entwining his fingers with hers.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice this before, Miss. Smarty-Pants, but I've known about it for a while. I just… uh… didn't know if you… um… were ok with… you know… stuff…"

Maka moved her arm up and down, watching Soul's arm move with it. "Does it feel like my hand is there?" He asked.

Maka nodded her head slightly. "It feels like a glove… but it does feel like there's a hand in it. As strange as it is, I think as long as my skin isn't touching you, I won't go through you. But you're missing warmth… it's so cold." Maka's eyebrows furrowed in thought and she seemed troubled by something.

Soul waved his hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. "What's wrong, Maka?"

"It's just that… you never got to enjoy being alive. You don't know what warmth is and love and hate and sadness and determination…" Her heart crumbled at the thought of him being here alone forever.

"I know Maka… but I'm not all alone. I have others… and I have you now!"

Maka smiled at him and nodded. "You seem different." She stated.

"You've changed me."

"He's got a point there, Maka." A voice said.

Maka jumped and Soul just sighed, slipping his hand out of the glove. "Kidd, what are you doing here?" He asked.

Kidd just shrugged. "Actually, I came to talk to you. I asked BlackStar and Tsubaki if they knew where you were and BlackStar just said you went to visit your girlfriend again." Maka turned red at the answer.

"Can't we talk later?" Soul begged. Kidd shook his head.

"It's urgent."

Soul smiled at Maka, standing up and waving. "I'll see you later, Maka. Better clean up before your dad gets home!"

Soul followed Kidd outside and the black haired male smiled at him. "Maka seems like a nice person."

"Just get on with it…" Soul grumbled, upset that Kidd ruined their moment together.

"I was just hoping to make your mood better before I deliver the news. Anyway, we've been summoned again."

Soul's eyes widened. "All of us?"

Kidd nodded, understanding the graveness of the situation. "I tried to postpone it when everyone got all freaked out. It was such a sudden call as well. They rejected my suggestion to postpone it and said if I didn't get everyone there as soon as possible, they'll just cancel our whole deal."

Soul cursed under his breath, rubbing his temples. This is the only time he really got stressed out and angry. When they were called. "I guess we have to go then… they called you, Patty, and Liz as well?"

Kidd nodded. "I know, I thought it was strange too."

Soul shook his head. "I'll go find BlackStar and Tsubaki and make sure they are okay and ready to go. You should probably get Patty and Liz ready and prepare them for this. You never know how things will turn out."

Kidd nodded. "We will meet by the entrance then?"

Soul nodded. "What's our deadline?"

"4 days."

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A/N: Today is your lucky day! I'm sick with the flu! I know, it doesn't sound good, right? But it's spring break for me and if I have the flu I'll be stuck in my room all day… with nothing to do… catching on yet? ;)