Summary: Maka Albarn is the daughter of Spirit and Kami Albarn, the two biggest business people out there. When the Albarn's buy a building that the Evans, a huge popular music company, want, they want revenge. So Soul Evans now has to go and steal the heart of Maka so Wes Evans can get closer to the family and the business. Of course, getting there won't be too easy.


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Maka scowled at her and pressed the gun closer to her head. "Let go of my mother, Medusa." She put as much venom in her words as possible. Medusa laughed and held her free hand out toward her.

"Give us the money and I will gladly let her go." Maka gritted her teeth and turned to her father.

"Papa, I told you not to get involved with this woman anymore." Spirit puffed his chest out and reached into his wallet. He took a stack of cash and threw it to Medusa. She looked at the money as it fell and the man that had Kami threw her toward Spirit. Spirit caught Kami and she leaned on him. Maka looked over at them and at the man.

"Was that necessary?" Maka asked. The man smirked at her and Maka looked at Medusa. She was looking at Soul who by this time was standing next to his desk.

"Don't tell me that you're Aurora's son." Medusa asked him. He raised an eyebrow and didn't answer. "You look nothing like her. But you did get your father's figure." Soul stared at Medusa and growled at her.

"Put the gun down. You got your money; you have no reason to hold a gun to Maka's forehead." Medusa looked at Maka who was still glaring at her.

"Very well." Medusa pulled back her gun and Maka took out the bullets in hers. "Ragnarok, get the money." the man with the scar nodded and started picking up the money while Medusa walked out. "I talked to your parents Evans. They told me what you're up to." she turned to look at Soul and his eyes widened. "I'm not going to say anything, in case you're wondering. I'm just going to sit back and watch everything slowly unfold." Medusa walked out and Ragnarok walked behind her. They watched her get in the elevator and when the doors closed Maka sighed deeply.

"Papa..." Spirit turned to look at her and hid behind Kami. She moved aside which caused Spirit to run behind Soul. Kami pulled Soul toward her and Spirit backed against the wall.

"Maka, papa loves you very much... I didn't mean to call the lady... It was an accident." Maka reached for her account book and clenched it.

"What is she going to do?" Soul whispered to Kami.

"Just watch, so when you get her mad, you know what to expect." Maka looked at Spirit and he screamed.

"MAKA CHOP!" she slammed the book on Spirit's head and he fell to the floor. The door opened and Black Star ran in.

"I heard a scream! Maka are you okay? Kami?"

"Oh Black Star! We're okay! It was Spirit that was screaming like a girl!" Kami said smiling to Black Star. He turned to look at Spirit withering on the floor sobbing.

"Oh... Maka Chop?"

Everyone nodded.

~The Next Day~

Maka stretched and sat up on her bed. She took the blankets off her while yawning. She looked at her mirror and ruffled her hair. It was loose and a bit wavy. She had red and black plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt. She put on her slippers and walked to the front door. She took her keys and made her way down stairs. She reached the door man and he smiled at her.

"Good morning Miss Albarn. How are you on this fine morning?" Maka smiled at him and leaned on his desk. The door man's name was Hiro and he was a real sweet guy but was a huge player. He had bleached blond hair and had bright blue eyes.

"I'm fine Hiro, thank you. How about you?" he nodded and heard the phone ring.

"I'm pretty good. Death the Kid sent you a present as a goodbye gift. He says that you have to wear it during the wedding." Hiro answered the phone and reached for a silver box and handed it to her. Maka looked at it and went to the mailbox room. She took out her mail and went back up. She walked in and set the mail on the kitchen ledge. She opened the box and found a silver bracelet with a skull similar to his and a small blue bear. Maka's mouth dropped and she saw a note at the bottom of the box.

'Maka,
I know you're not a fan of getting expensive gifts but I hope you don't mind that I got you this. Everything down to the bear's eyes is hand crafted. The skull will hopefully will help you have me on your mind. The bear is blue because of your favorite color and because you love stuffed bears. The bigger the better. I love you Maka.
Love, Kid.'

Maka smiled and folded the note. She put on the bracelet and watched as the skull and the bear dangled on her wrist. She walked to her room and changed into her blue and black skirt and a grey shirt long sleeved shirt. She put on her black boots with white buckles and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. She dropped a pan and cringed when it landed on the floor. Just as she began to take out the ingredients for an omelet, a knock on the door was heard. She turned to the door and waited.

"Maka? I know you're awake, I heard something fall." Maka smiled at the sound of Soul's voice and walked to the door. Soul was leaning on the wall and smirked when he saw her. "Good morning Princess." Maka smiled and moved aside. He wore a dark red shirt with simple black jeans and white and black Vans.

"Good morning Soul! Can I help you?" Soul nodded and pointed to his house with his thumb.

"I'm home alone and I was wondering if you wanted to eat with me. As a thank you for the curry the other day." Maka turned back to the fridge and back to Soul.

"Sure, why not."
Soul smiled and took a few steps back while Maka walked out and grabbed her keys, locking the door. He led her back to his apartment and saw his PS3 on the floor with the controller next to it.

"Sorry for the mess. I stayed up playing for a while." Maka giggled and Soul lead her to the dining room where two plates were set with what looked like rice with an egg either inside or on top.

"Is this... A rice omelet?" Maka asked. Soul nodded and pulled a chair back for her.

"Yes it is. I was making mine when I thought of you and decided to make you one as well." Soul walked to his side and sat down.

"What if I said no to your request?"

"I would have to carry you here." Maka looked at him as he poured her a glass of orange juice and set it in front of her. He beckoned her to eat and she took a bite of the omelet. She just about melted from how delicious it was.

"This is really delicious!" Maka exclaimed. Soul chuckled and shrugged.

"I spent most of my life alone with my brother. We were both too lazy to cook and after a while, we both realized that if we didn't stop eating junk food, we were going to die. I started searching for some recipes on the computer and before you knew it, I could make a whole Thanksgiving meal. Not that it was any good but you know."

"Like hell it wasn't. You're eating his food aren't you Maka? Isn't it amazing?" Wes walked in and grabbed a couple of file folders from the kitchen counter. "I got to the office and realized that I was missing these files. We need proof don't we Soul?" Soul chuckled and elbowed him as he passed him.

"Of course, but if you keep this up, they're going to find out." Soul told him. Wes laughed and slapped him playfully on the back with a file.

"Yeah right. It'll be too late. Oh! I just remembered, Father called last night. He said he needed to talk with you." Soul scowled and nodded. Maka took another bite of her food and waved to Wes as he left once again.

"Sorry," he said as he took out his phone and called his dad. Maka stayed quiet and finished her plate. Soul smiled at her as she got up and placed it on the sink, beginning to wash it along with her cup. Maka turned the water off and heard Soul begin to talk. She was just about to turn to go back when a hallway where her room and other rooms would be if it was her house should be. Maka hesitated whether or not to go through and decided to go.

Curiosity did kill the cat. She thought. She walked toward the first room and saw it opened. There were bottles of perfume and different colors of nail polish. On the bed there was a huge pile of clothes and Maka giggled. Must be Liz's room. She thought. She turned to her left and there was another room. The whole thing was yellow with brown spots. The bed sheets, the walls, the pillows, hell there were even paintings of giraffes on the walls.

"This is Patty's room as you guessed." Maka jumped and Soul wrapped his arms around her.

"S-Soul! You scared me!" Maka almost yelled as she had fallen back against him. Soul chuckled and pushed her lightly forward so she can stand on her own. He pointed down the hall and she turned toward it.

"On the right is the bathroom, across is Wes's room, don't go in there, it's a mess. Finally, mine is the one straight across. You're welcome to go in." Soul said. Maka turned to him and he chuckled. She looked back at the room and walked toward it. She reached it and turned the knob. She expected to greeted by a dirty room. Clothes thrown on the floor, wrappers and old food on everywhere and the smell. Yuck!

But to her surprise, it was clean. The closet was opened a bit and she could see clothes nicely hung there. His bed was nicely made and it looked like you would be floating on a cloud if you jumped on it. The desk was the only thing that was dirty. It had a mountain of papers on it and Maka walked in. Soul stood behind her and watched as she walked to his bed. She lightly touched the pillows and smiled a bit when she felt the soft velvet on her fingertips. The walls were a dark red color and so was the ceiling. Maka turned to him and smiled.

"You're bed is really soft." He said. Soul nodded and walked to it.

"You're welcomed to sit on it." He said. Maka wasted no time to sit and she sighed in happiness and when she felt like she was on a cloud. Soul sat next to her and she fell back.

"It's like if you're on a cloud..." Maka mumbled. Soul watched her as she was looking at the ceiling and he began thinking. 'How many days has it been? A week right? I should kiss her now. If I don't, Kid could claim her again, and I really don't want that. Hmm... Today, after the dance lessons I'll do it.'

"Soul? Are you okay? You're just staring at me." Soul snapped out of it and realized how close his face was to hers. Maka was sitting straight and had leaned in toward him. Soul stared at her and Maka began to realize why he had frozen. "Sorry..." She mumbled. Soul decided that the sooner he got it over with, the better. He cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

"Maka... Can I kiss you?" Soul learned manners and in order to get to this girl, he would have to use them. Even if it wasn't cool. Maka began to pull back and Soul moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her closer. "You're not with Kid. You're not with anybody. It's just you and me." Soul whispered. Maka felt lightheaded when she tasted his breath in her mouth and she closed the distance first. Soul smirked and opened his mouth a bit to run his tongue across the bottom of her lip. Maka broke the kiss and gasped but Soul expected this and he caught her mouth again. Maka moaned when his tongue beckoned hers to respond. Soon they were both fighting for dominance and Soul had won. He pulled back to find a blushing Maka who was panting for air. Soul smiled at her and Maka returned it.

"We should get going. It's almost twelve." Soul whispered. Maka nodded and Soul kissed her quickly before they went off. They walked downstairs to the garage in a nice comfortable silence and soon they reached Soul's motorcycle.

"Ready?" Soul asked as he stretched his hand out to her and she looked at him. She looked at the bike as it rumbled and she hesitantly got on with his help. Soul carefully rode out and noticed that Maka's hands were only gripping the sides of his shirt. "Maka, you have to wrap your arms around me or else you'll fall." Maka looked at him and he was looking to see when he could turn. Maka slowly wrapped her arms around him when Soul stepped on the gas and they flung forward. Maka tightened her grip and Soul grinned as she pressed herself to him. Maka gave Soul the directions and he followed. They got to a nice ballroom and Maka jumped off. Soul turned the engine off and he stepped next to her.

"This is the place." Maka said smiling. Soul nodded and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go." Maka allowed Soul to take her away and she smiled at him. They walked in and Maka smiled at the warm air that surrounded them. They were in what looked like a waiting room. The carpet was a brownish color and the walls were white. A plump lady with rosy cheeks and bright red lipstick came out from the back and smiled at them. She had a bright red dress and a black knitted sweater over it. She happily walked to them and introduced herself.

"Good afternoon. I'm Mrs. Withers. Can I help you lovely couple today?" Maka blushed at the mention of her and Soul being a couple and he smirked at her.

"We're here because we need to learn to dance. Well, this one at least." Mrs. Withers looked at Maka since Soul pointed at her and she smiled sweetly but sad at the same time.

"I'm sorry, but you need to have an appointment." Soul pulled away from Maka and walked toward the lady.

"Death the Kid sent us. He was going to come personally, but he had a sudden trip." Mrs. Withers snapped her fingers and took out a small blue notepad.

"Ah yes! Death the Kid and Maka Albarn have an appointment. But who might you be?" Mrs. Withers eyed Soul and he smiled.

"Soul Evans. Death the Kid's substitute." Mrs. Withers smiled at Soul and nodded.

"Right, well please follow me and we will get started right away." Mrs. Withers led them both to the back and they stepped into the huge space that was surrounded by mirrors and a nice wooden floor that looked freshly polished. Mrs. Withers walked over to a shelf and began playing slow music. She walked over to Maka and pulled her to one side of the room while Soul stood on the other side. She stood on one side and clapped her hands together. "Soul, you're going to walk up to her and put a hand behind your back and bow, while with the other, you ask her to dance." Soul nodded and walked toward Maka. He put a hand behind his back and bowed. His other hand was out toward her and Maka smiled.

"Now, sweetie, you bow lady-like –which is where you cross your feet at the ankles and you just squat a little- and accept his offer." Maka did as was told and reached out to take his hand. Soul stood up and wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Oh no no!" Mrs. Withers called. Soul froze and she walked up to them both. She fixed their posture so his hand was on her waist, and not her back, and her hand was on his arm, not his shoulder. Their other hands, instead of being intertwined together, were just holding each other like how little kids hold hands. "This is how you formally dance!" She stepped back and Soul looked down at Maka. She was studying their hands and arms and he chuckled silently.

"Now, Soul your left foot goes forward while Maka's right foot goes back. Try it." Soul and Maka moved carefully and she clapped. "Now Maka, your left foot goes to your left while Soul, your right foot goes right. They did it again and she clapped again. "Now feet together." They joined their feet together and she told them to repeat the process counting one, two, and three. They counted out loud and continued the process for a few minutes when Mrs. Withers stopped them.

"Great job, now, do the same thing only backwards!" Soul thought and looked at Maka.

"So if you're my right foot went back it now goes forward?" she asked. Mrs. Withers nodded and they both began slowly moving. After another few minutes Mrs. Withers told them to combine all the steps.

"You should be moving in a square and only a square." Maka nodded and Soul began moving. Mrs. Withers watched as the two danced and soon a man with a white buttoned up shirt and black trousers with black and white suspenders appeared behind her.

"What's going on here?" he asked her. Mrs. Withers looked at her husband and smiled.

"Teaching a young, beautiful couple how to dance."

Soul began to get tired and spun Maka around; she quickly matched her pace and he easily had her in his arms again. She began giggling and soon he was dipping her smoothly and spinning her around the room. What started as learning the simple Waltz turned into a game for the both, and they tried not to get dizzy. Mrs. Withers looked at her clock and clapped her hands.

"Children, I'm sorry to ruin the fun, but it's one-thirty. I'm sure you both want to head home." Soul pulled away from Maka and she couldn't help but want him back. They thanked her and walked back out to the street.

"The other appointment is at three, right?" Soul asked. Maka nodded and looked over to a nearby park. Soul turned to look at it and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go chill there for a bit." He leaned down and kissed her lips softly but was caught off guard when Maka pulled him closer.

"Alright." She whispered against his mouth. They both pulled back and walked to the park hand in hand. They sat on the ledge of the fountain and were talking about nothing when someone tapped Maka's shoulder. She turned only to gasp and stand up.

"Asura!"


Well, there you have it guys! This is the first time I actually wrote something this detailed. I think it came out pretty good! Will there be a love square now because of Asura?! Oh sweet Shinigami! PLEASE REMEMBER TO REVIEW! EVEN IF IT'S A SMALL ONE! PLEASE! I love you guys!