Welcome to the 7th chapter of my story!

I'm sorry this took soooooooooooo long from me to put this up; I had a bit of writers block.

I'm not dead so let's begin!


Soul blinked once, then twice.

You can't be serious.

"Well come on man, is she? Hey look you know what, it's a nice summer day, there's a nice park down the street and to the left and it's a great spot to charm a girl. Trust me." The guy gave Soul a look as if he achieved something special. Soul's first reaction was hollow anger. His fists tightened around the light brown plastic tray which balanced the Meister and Weapon's coffees. Well, his hands weren't free, so he couldn't lash out at the guy.

Then Soul was feeling an uncomfortable mix of anger, embarrassment, confusion, which felt like such concoction could only be created by the witch Medusa herself. It was one of those feelings that made Soul want to fall in a pit of the unknown just to get out of the current situation.

"Why the hell do you care?" Soul fought to keep his voice down, yet couldn't contain a growl.

"Ohh, so you do like her." The barista's face was unchanged by Soul's obvious hostility.

"No-! That's not- I-"Soul struggled to find his words. Maka was his Meister, yeah sure, but Soul couldn't find anything in himself which told him that he like her. Soul was so flustered by this sudden conversation that his ears had turned a slight rose red.

"Hey man, the leading lady is waiting..." The guy joked as he moved to the various cups, plates and other things that Soul didn't bother to notice.

Soul turned and made his way to Maka who was patiently reading her book. Soul placed the tray on to the table and put Maka's coffee in front of her, trying not to break it with the left over anger, which had now turned to petty frustration. Soul fell in his seat and huffed as he drunk his coffee, ignoring the burning heat.

Maka brought her head back up from her book. "What's up?" Maka had noticed the color in his ears and his mood.

"Just the guy at the counter saying some shit." Soul said, avoiding her eyes.

Maka raised an eyebrow. "What shit?" Maka responded using Soul's type of speech.

Soul look at her with a surprised face, he was pretty sure he had never heard her swear so casually like he did.

Soul dodged Maka's question.

"What's up with you Maka? You never curse and you're acting adrift."

"Well I was... thinking about how to thank you for letting me stay at you place..." Maka fidgeted as she spoke as if the air was pressing against her.

...

Soul's eye aligned with hers.

"Bullshit."

"Wha-?! N-no its not!" Maka protested, standing up and pushing her chair behind her. Soul on the other hand had his arms folded and didn't even flitch. Thankfully there was no one else to see Maka's outburst.

"Did your Dad call you?" Soul asked calmly.

"Eleven times." Maka sat back down, realising her sudden outburst.

"You should call him back. He is the Death scythe after all... and your dad. "

"Why the hell should I?" Anger rise in Maka's voice.

"Think about what he'd do to me if he found out you were crashing at my place." Soul said coolly; think of ways to defuse this situation that he had created. I'm so dead.

"So?" Maka turned her head to the side.

Ugh, come on Maka, work with me. "Just give him a chance; maybe try to get him to not kill me."

Maka didn't answer, but pulled her book over her face.

Soul sighed and did the same thing as her.

Maka and Soul had finished their coffees and had a nice read of their book. To a passerby, they looked like they were enjoying themselves and possibly on a date. But, in reality, there was a certain level of tension between the two of them. Doctor Stein would be concerned about their wavelengths. As the two of them had their way to the door, which led to the streets of Death City, Soul glanced back to the trouble-making barista who had a broad smile across his face and gave Soul a thumbs up. Piece of...

"Hey Maka." Soul said when they were in the street.

"What?"

"Let's to this park I've heard about."

"...Why?" Maka curious by his sudden offer.

"I dunno... Get you used to the neighbourhood I guess..."

"Sure."

"Wow! This pond has Koi fish!" Maka's face was bright as star. Soul smiled and revelled in the fact that the park had cheered her up. Soul was glad that he didn't go to this park to try to...get with Maka, like that guy had suggested, he had done it to make her happier, he figured it was a nice place anyway. Soul let out a sigh of relief and found a bench to sit at; meanwhile, Maka was going back and forth between the features of the park exclaiming how prefect it all was. Some time passed and Maka had finally worn herself out and plopped herself next to Soul.

"This park is great!" Maka was still buzzing.

"It better than I thought it would be. This place would look cool in the autumn." Maka nodded in agreement.

Maka made an 'Ah!' sound then, pulled out her phone and start to fill her photo memory with photos of dazing blue ponds, bright rose and yellow flowers and emerald green trees which cast dancing shadows. A slight breeze ruffled the pair's hair and the tree's leaves alike. The park itself is near the edge of one of the many different levels of Death City. This was a nice moment of rest that the Meister and Weapon deserved after the drama of yesterday.

"You know... I think your right." The warm summer sun had caused Soul to fall into a gentle daze. "Mm?" Soul opened his right eye to look that the ash blonde girl besides him. "I think I'll call my Dad and tell him I'm alright." Maka said with a board grin on her face. Soul made a smile which exposed his shark-like teeth.

All in days work.

"You're a good guy, you know that Soul?" Maka turned to him, face covered in honesty.

"I am?" Soul said, still with that shark smile.

"Yeah, maybe not at first glance." This made Soul pout a bit. "But you're still a good guy Soul." Maka continued. "Not like other guys anyway."

Soul raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"You're not a pig like my Dad." Maka said with a blank expression which didn't match her previous line.

"Thanks... I guess." Soul kept an honest grin, even when faced with a line which was as blunt as a Doctor Stein's humour.

As time passed and Soul got sleepy under the warm sun and his words slipped.

"Soul, how did you find this place?"

"From the guy at the coffee shop."

"So why did that annoy you?" Maka would later regret asking this.

"He said it was a good place to hook up-!" Soul snapped out of his daze in an instant and choked on the air. "No-"

"What?!" Maka recoiled like a snake. Her forest green eyes widening and then narrowing into a angry look in record time. "You took me to this park so that you can hook up with me?!"

"No! I mean-" Soul struggled to find the right words. Damn it! What's wrong with me?!

"What do you mean then? Huh?" Maka's words were like a blitz of rage. Her eyes drilling holes into Soul's skull.

"That's what that guy said but I wasn't meaning to do that!" Soul was collapsing under Maka's cruel voice and he couldn't help it.

"Yeah, fucking, yeah Soul. My Dad comes up with excuses than that!" Maka was now standing away from the bench, her stance suggests she would run from the albino any second.

"Maka, wait, let me explain!" Soul's fight to make Maka see the truth was impossible, and he knew it, but he would try anyway.

"No Soul! Just, shut up! I was wrong about you Soul, you're the same every guy even! Like papa..." Then, Maka turned and ran, emotions running sky high. Tears glistening and falling into glades of grass. Soul watched her go, standing there, motionless. Part of him was still trying to understand what the hell just happened. After a minute he slumped back on to the bench. All he could do was sit and watch the wind tug at the grass and leaves of the park which now was dull as the evening light made itself know by sending pinks and reds across the sky. Suddenly, his thoughts were like a forest fire. Damn it you bastard! You knew that Maka is still raw from her Dad being a prick and you go do it yourself!

"Well damn man." Soul knew that voice as well as the keys on a piano. Soul whipped around and swung a heavy fist where the head of the barista from the café should have been but the guy was light on his feet. "Whoa whoa man! Chill!" He pleaded. Soul ignored him and his leg made contact with the guy's stomach. The man landed on the grass with a satisfying 'thud'. Soul's right arm turned into a red and black scythe blade and his eyes were like flaming red orbs, ignoring his white hair draped over them. Only then did the barista realize that he just pissed a Demon Weapon.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mea-!" Soul raised his arm. "I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorr-?!" The guy was cut off short as Soul's blade landed right next to his head. A few brown hairs had been taken from the guy's head by Soul's glimmering blade.

"Hey."

The last thing this guy expected was a talk.

"What's your name?"

"Urm, K-Ken..."

Soul pulled back and turned his back to Ken.

"Say Ken, you wouldn't have any bright ideas of how I can fix this, would you?"

"N-no... Sorry." Ken didn't know what to expect at this point. "I-if it makes y-you feel any better, urm, I'm s-still single." Ken was trying to work a way out of this.

"No. It doesn't."


There we are! *Phew* So much drama at the end there! There will be more...

Again, sorry this took a while; I've been busy and tired.

Anyways, leave a review if ya want! Thanks for reading! ;3

Soul~