A/N: Oh my lovelies, I'm so sorry. I'd give you all the excuses I planned on giving but the only thing I can say is, well, I am a fuck up...

Hope you don't hate me forever, because I have a gift for all who read this now :)

PS. It's at the bottom...

Day 2- 4:00 AM

Plan B

Maka's stereo flashed a little red light three times signaling something was about to happen.

The night before she had strategically placed her stereo facing the wall separating her and Souls rooms. He, of course, had no knowledge of what she did, and what would happen in just one minutes time.

At 4:01 exactly the stereo blasted the most obnoxious, techno infused, j-pop music that anyone has ever had the misfortune of hearing. Soul woke up with a violent start as his hands instinctively found there way to his ears. He jumped out of his bed and staggered to his door opening it, not before stubbing his toe on his desk and shouting a multitude of slurred curses. He limped his way out of his bedroom and managed to find Maka's doorknob in the complete darkness, he tore open the door and was bombarded with the source of the decibel breaking noise. "Maakkaa shut this shit off!" His yells where lost in the unpleasantly loud noise though; he limped to the source and searched for the power button. He moaned as his search yielded unsatisfactory results, so he had to resort to his fists. A multitude of powerful punches came down on the shoddy stereo, until only electric sparks and and unrecognizable plastic pieces remained.

Maka stirred in her bed, turning on her side she caught a glimpse of Soul practically fuming over the demolished stereo.

"What the hell was that about?"Soul seethed, snapping his head in her direction.

She knew he was talking to her but she couldn't hear a thing. She slid the noise-eliminating headphones off her head and almost too innocently asked "Whatever are you talking about Soul?"

He narrowed his eyes catching her taking off the headphones. The gears in his head started to turn as he processed this.

"You're such a flat-chested idiot Maka, that stereo was a piece of shit anyway." He remarked, with a rather disinterested, very Soul-like voice.

Maka looked on with confusion, she was sure she got him, what was with the sudden personality shift? Regardless of the fact that Soul had just ruined her first plan she wasnt nervous, not one bit.

"Hey Soul," he cocked his head, "don't go back to sleep, it's your turn to cook breakfast." He scoffed and turned to leave.

There where more plans where that came from.

Lots more.

A/N: Okay! So to get me back into the writing spirit I've decided to loan myself out!

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