A/N: Hello everyone! I'm taking a short break On Strawberry Tea empty the rest of my ideas of one-shots out.

Sibling Annoyance

"Great, can today be any worse."

"C'mon Soul, surely your brother visiting isn't that horrible."

"It's not him visiting is horrible, It's him in general." I ripped up the letter and threw it in the trash.

"What time is he coming?" Maka asked.

"At noon." I answered.

"Well I get started on lunch. YOU can clean the living room." She walked into the kitchen and grabbed some milk, cheese, and macaroni noodles. I was left with picking up Blair's litter box and toys. He threw Blair's cat toys into Maka's closet and sand in the litter box in the outside dumpster behind their apartment.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Maka was swinging her hips to a song on the kitchen's radio. She hummed along to it and stirred the mac and cheese. There was a slight knock on their living door so she turned it down a little.

"Come in, it's unlocked." She yelled across the apartment. She didn't bother turning around to see who it was because she figured it was Soul or one of their friends coming to visit. But no one spoke, so she replied for them to come in. The door made a closing sound and Maka turned the radio back up. She continued with her previous activities until the mac and cheese was done.

"Soul lunch is-" She was cut off when she turned around and noticed it wasn't Soul. He looked like Soul, but was taller and had hair that was sticking up every direction. He took the pot from Maka's hand and sat it down on the kitchen table.

"Why such a beautiful face you have young miss. You must be Maka Albarn my little brother's partner am I correct?" He asked while bowing down to plant a kiss on Maka's hand.

"Umm, thanks and yes I'm Maka. Soul went to take the trash out."

"And he left the door open? He should be lucky it was me or something could have happened. I sure wouldn't want anything to happen to someone as cute as you."

"He wouldn't let anything happen to me. He's overprotective and hell, he's got the scar to prove it."

"So you guys are close?" he asked.

"Yup, he's always there for me." Maka answered.

"Maka the trash is-" Soul stopped his sentence as soon as he walked into the kitchen. "Oh great it's you, hello." Soul sent a glare at his older brother.

"Why hello little brother. I was just making some small talk with Miss Albarn."

"Her name is Maka. She's not your type." Soul felt a smack by a Maka chop instantly.

"Soul don't be rude to your guest!" Maka scolded.

"Please Miss Albarn I don't mind. Me and Soul still aren't on good terms after what happened before he left."

"Shut up! I don't want you here! Why are you even visiting? So you can convince me to go home with you?" SLAM book to the head!

"That is enough! Let's just eat lunch and he will be out of your way!" Maka commanded. Soul got off the ground and sat at the table far away from the side his brother was on. The problem of Soul sitting far away from Wes is that his older brother was hitting on Maka. Maka was sitting in between the two jealous brothers.

"Soul how did you meet this cute girl Soul?" Wes asked.

"Quit calling her cute Wes. She's too young for you and you sound like a creep trying to flirt with her."

"Soul he's not flirting! And to answer your question Wes, I met him in the school's music room playing the piano. He is really great at it but he barely plays it." She answered before scooping a spoon of mac & cheese.

"I know he is an excellent pianist of the family. He is just going through a rebel phase."

Every word that Wes said to Maka was a lie. He's not an excellent pianist, he's the opposite. He wasn't a rebel; he just wanted to escape that hell hole of a family. If Maka stayed at least an hour in his family's house, she would agree with about how much it sucks. All those nights when he couldn't go to bed until his piano lessons were finish. Or when he had to wake up early at 6 just to get dressed in a suit and practice for a recital. He sure as hell didn't want Maka to know about his previous life.

"Soul, you haven't touched your bowl. It's going to get cold if you don't eat." Maka's sweet voice shook him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry I've lost my appetite." He stated while getting up to retreat back to his room.

"Soul, you never turn down lunch! Don't go hiding in your room! Get back here, SOUL!" Maka yelled before getting a door slam. She turned back around to Wes who was gathering up the dirty dishes. "I'm sorry; Soul usually never acts this way."

"It's okay; I'm use to my brother's moodiness. When we were little, he use to throw the temper tantrums that Mom and Dad had to get Grandma to calm him down."

"He still does occasionally. But he does them to scold me about stupid decisions I make during battle."

"So you're in the military? I wouldn't expect that, aren't you a little young to be fighting war?" He asked.

"Oh no! It's not like that, totally different. The DWMA was designed to train weapons and meisters protect the world from Kishins and witches. I'm a scythe meister and Soul's my weapon. Together we have to hunt for 99 kishin souls and a witch soul in order to turn him into a death scythe." She explained.

"Wow that is a lot of work to expect from children. If I'm guessing a death scythe is supposed to be some powerful form that Soul becomes after collecting all those souls."

"Exactly, you must really catch on things quick." She complimented.

"Soul told me he was going somewhere to help him with his arm changing shape. I didn't know he was going to do all of that. At least he finally found someone to keep him in check when our family isn't around."

"Thanks, I guess. But he really isn't that bad. Sure he is a little rough around the edges, but he's always there when I need him."

"Has he popped the question yet?" Wes asked.

Maka was stunned. She was hoping that Wes wasn't thinking what she thought. I mean sure she thought of Soul just a friend, but she didn't want break their partnership or friendship. Snapping out of her confusion, she looked up at Wes to answer.

"What question are you talking about?"

"You know, for marriage." After that answer Maka couldn't hold back the blush on her face. So she reached for the closest object to her. Slam! She slammed a book right in the middle of Wes's head.

"How dare you ask a question like that?!"

"I'm sorry! I figured since you two were dating then he would have at least asked you right about now!" giving her an apology before getting another Maka-Chop.

"DATING!? You thought me and Soul?! You idiot! We are friends, nothing more!"

Soul came out of his room. He wanted to figure out what was all the yelling. It sounded like Wes finally pissed off Maka. I guess He should have warned Wes ahead about Maka's anger and violent tendencies. But it's funnier seeing his annoying older brother get Maka-Chopped by his little meister.

"Don't you ever think of me and Soul like that ever again! You hear me?!" She scolds Wes who was on the floor in pain.

"Yes Maka I understand." He agreed.

"Smooth move Wes, you sure know how to flirt." Soul teased in his sarcastic tone.