A/N: Firstly, yay Evilwhiskers sounded like she was about to explode in a happy way about it all and you guys all seemed to like it so yay.

Also:
Me: Jerks... you all left me to rot with that... thing. -_-
Excalibur: Who are you?
Me: You asked that seven times already this morning! Will you f-
E: I know that already.
Me: KNOW WHAT!? GET OUT YOU FREAKISH WHITE PENGUIN THING! I AM TRYING TO WRITE NOW! I'LL WILL *beep noise* KILL YOU!

...I'm back :) Sorry kiddies, but Excalibur's not feeling so great anymore. Something about being attacked with his own cane by some crazy chick (You can't pin anything on me. You didn't see anything...)

Now let me get to the reviews before he becomes concious again.
Lady Shadow 77 - Excalibur's current state of unconciousness is on your hands. -_- But yeah I'm impressive :D I can't believe I update so frequently either to be honest. On my fictionpress account I'm awful with updating. I won't be updating so frequently when school gets into gear next wednesday though. It'll start to slow down (though I'll still post as much as possible) plus, I've got new soul eater fics I'm working on which will hopefully be good as they're stories, not one-shots :)
LucidityAcheived - I'm on your iPod? *is touched* My iPod is an iPod shuffle and is not as cool... My sister? Helpful? *laughs hysterically* She's about as helpful as a bull in a china shop. I cleared out this wardrobe filled with junk while she played pokemon on her D.S. So I'm familiar with snivy (My sister called her snivy 'Chad'...*facepalms*) And yes, fun is always doubled with me around. ;P
Evilwhiskers - Evilwhiskers, are you there!? It sounded like you were exploding! ;D I like that 'curiousity killed the shinigami', can I use that? The S Puff Fluff will continue. (Heheheh I rhymed S Puff and Fluff...*is overjoyed*)

She's Killing Me by A Rocket To The Moon

Ok, this is about Maka and Soul getting to know each other properly after they've become partners. Maka shows up at his house with the idea of hanging out in the hopes of improving their resonance and stuff. And like I said, the other stories are irrelvevant so what happened in them doesn't apply to this story, just in case you get confused and you're like 'wait, Kami's already left? But in the other story, she didn't leave until Maka moved in with Soul?'

Soul POV-

When Maka Albarn just turned up at my house with no warning, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.

I mean, I'd only known the girl a couple of weeks, but one thing I was sure of was that she was totally organised. This is the kind of girl who would at least call before just appearing at your house.

"Idiot." She looked at me tiredly. "Turn on your damn phone, will ya?"

Ahh, so that explained it.

She strolled into my house like she lived here and sat herself down on my couch. She was wearing a simple denim skirt, an aqua blue tank top and brown boots. It was a weird combanation, but it worked on her. Her hair was in it's signature pigtails. I looked at her irritably. I hadn't expected her here, obviously and I'd planned an entire day of some good ol' couch slouch. When Maka came over, it meant practising. "What'd ya want, Maka? And you could've called my landline if I didn't answer my mobile."

Maka sighed and gave me a look that said she thought I was as thick as a slug. She did that a lot, I'd noticed. "I don't know your landline number, Soul. And I thought we should hang out today."

My jaw dropped, just a little. At first, when I'd met Maka, she'd seemed pretty friendly and cool. She still was, of course, but I'd come to know her a little more, only a little more though. Firstly, she was nice, but get on the wrong side of her and she'd ram a book through your skull. No joke. Secondly, she never "hangs out" with people. Sure, she'd chat to this guy BlackStar and his partner around school, but after school, she'd just walk off on her own. She knows were I live, but I know next to nothing about her. Thirdly, sometimes I see her give me an odd look in training. At first, I'd thought she'd had a crush on me or something, but then I realized it was more confusion and wariness. She'd flinch when I touched her. Some days, I wasn't sure whether Maka liked or hated me. So when she said 'hang out', I was baffled.

"You mean like training...?" I asked hesitantly. Yeah, it had to be training.

Maka looked at me in surprise from her seat on the couch as I loomed over her, not sitting down. "No, I mean hang out. There's this weird market thing going on in one of the lower levels (A/N: Levels - look at how Death City is set out, like in levels with the DWMA on the top level, right?) and I wanted to check it out, so I'm asking, if you not busy, would you like to come with me?"

Pinch me, I'm dreaming. Maka is trying to ask me to go to a market with her. The world is ending. Cheese flys. BlackStar is a normal kid. It's alllll a dream, Soul. Since, like I said, Maka doesn't "hang out". Ever.

"You're asking me... to go to a market with you...?" I asked carefully, in case I'd got it wrong somehow.

She sighed again. "Yeah, Soul. Am I speaking in a foreign tongue or something?"

"I can't believe you want me to go to the market with you." I said in bafflement.

Maka blushed and I realized that might have come out badly, my confusion sounding more like I was laughing that she'd ask that. She stood up quickly. "You don't have to go, Soul. I just thought it might be good for us to hang out because it might improve our soul resonance." She went to walk for the door in embarrassment.

Ahh, now it made more sense. I grabbed her arm and grinned. "So it is training in a way? But I like this training better than the usual work out sessions, so sounds cool. Let me grab a coat and we'll take the bike there."

She gave me a hesitant smile. "Sure."

I rushed into my room and grabbed my yellow and black letterman jacket. I'd bought it recently and I liked it a lot, because it was comfy and warm. I grabbed Maka's arm and propelled her out the door happily. She laughed when she saw my bike. When she'd found out I had a motorbike, she'd been pretty against riding on it, but now she seemed to love it.

The market was only a few levels below us and only took a few minutes to get to. When we got there it was already in full swing, filled with people from all over Death City and bursting with activity. Maka grinned at me, not seeming so hesitant now and I found myself grinning back.

"Look, Soul!" She said excitedly, pointing to a stall selling books. You can take the bookworm out of the house, but she'll still be a bookworm in the end.

I smiled indulgently at her. Then I had an idea to make this day a lot more interesting. "Ok, you got me here, so I wanna ask you to do something with me."

We headed over to the book stall at a slow pace and Maka looked at me curiously. "What?"

I smirked. "We can ask each other any questions we want, as long as their appropriate, since I know you'd kill me if I asked anything too personal. The only hitch is we have to be honest with the answer and if you won't answer, there has to be a good reason. Plus, it'll help with our resonance, right? All this up front honesty and stuff and we'll get to know each other a little more."

Maka considered it for a minute and then nodded. "Okay." Then she seemed to have some kind of lightbulb moment. "Why did you seem to find it so funny when I asked you to come here with me?" We'd reached the book stall now and she bent down to examine a book, not meeting my gaze.

"No, it wasn't that!" I said quickly and then felt so uncool. "It's just you don't seem to be the type to 'hang out' and I didn't think you'd want to hang out with me of all people."

She blinked at me confusedly. "What kind of type am I then? And why'd you think I wouldn't want to hang out with you of all people?"

Damn, I'd kind of drove myself into a corner. "You just strike me as the kind of person who prefers her own company. And it's just... sometimes you look at me funny."

She gave me a look like 'are you sure your not drunk?' and I felt the urge to facepalm myself. Yep, I'd handled those questions well. Maka raised an eyebrow at me. "I look at you funny?"

I flushed slightly. "I mean, you know, sometimes you look at me like your not happy being round me. Which may sound stupid since we're partners and stuff, but-"

"No, you're right." Maka said, once again looking down at another book and avoiding my gaze. My heart sank a little at her words. Damn, even the one girl you thought might get along with you doesn't like being around you. Maka looked up and saw my expression and then blushed, waving her hands wildly. "No! Sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" She gave me a sheepish look. "I meant that yeah, I do look at you funny. I like being around you well enough."

"Well enough?" I smirked. "Geez Maka, you sure know how to bruise a guys ego. I'm wounded."

"No, I didn't mean it like that either!" She was bright red now and I kinda felt satisfied about that. "Soul!" She whined my name pitifully. "Ugh, you're messing with me aren't you!?"

I nodded, since I'd promised not to lie. "Yeah, but you're cute when you blush."

Her eyes went wide and I don't think she could have got any redder. "I just - I don't dislike you!" She blurted out.

I nodded, trying not to laugh, since I knew she'd Maka chop me if I did. "Good to know."

Maka put down the book she'd had a death grip on and set it down on the stall again. "It's just... I do give you funny looks, I guess." I raised an eyebrow at her and she got all flustered. "I just worry that you'll turn out like my papa!" Then she clapped her hands over her mouth like she hadn't meant to say that.

Ok, she thought I'd be like her dad? I'd met Maka's dad one before and the guy was seriously creepy. Maka had seemed to be in some argument with him over something I'd never bothered to ask about. I'd only met the guy for a little while, but it'd been long enough to know I'd never be like that guy. "You think I'll turn out like your creepy father?"

Maka ducked her head down, turning away from the book stall and strolling further down the street. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"No way, Maka. Remember the rules? Complete honesty." I reminded her firmly.

It was silent for a while, then she finally let out a deep breath. "Fine. You wanna know? Just great." Maka said bitterly and I got a subtle feeling that this was not a subject she liked. "My papa? As well as being creepy, he's also a loser, a cheater and a total ass." (A/N: Pardon my french, kiddywinks!)

"Tell me what you really think." I said sarcastically. Wow, it was like Maka hated the guy.

She scowled at me. "Yeah, real funny, Soul." Then she stormed off through the crowds.

Oh crap! I rushed after her and grabbed her arm before I lost her and dragged her to the side, ignoring her protests. "I'm very, really, truly sorry about that, Maka. But what's the deal with this? Seriously, no skipping round the subject, come out with what your problem with me is."

She made an irritated noise. "Fine! My papa cheated on my mama. A lot. They were weapons partners and it screwed up their entire partnership when he started all that. Usually... I don't really hang around boys much because of that."

"You hang around with BlackStar." I pointed out.

"BlackStar is not a boy, he is a blue-haired monkey." Maka retorted.

"Well Maka, it's not like I think of you in a... romantic way..." I said awkwardly, surprised I didn't choke on the lie.

Maka shook her head embarrassedly at me. "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... I have trust issues, I guess. I just keep thinking you might let me down or something when I need you."

I was kinda hurt that she'd think that, but I could get where she's coming from. The biggest male figure in your life is usually your father and if they screw up, well, I knew how much that could mess with a person. "Well, in the unlikely chance I do that, which will probably never happen since I'm not like that loser, I am entirely sure you can kick my ass."

She giggled and I was glad to have cheered her up a little. "I don't think I'll have to. I thought you were different, but, you know, old habits die hard and I was still a little wary."

I nodded, glad she'd thought I was different. There was something about this girl that I just felt a little protective about and I wanted her to trust me. Then something occured to me. "What about your mother?"

Maka froze. Uh oh, bad topic. "My mama doesn't live in Death City anymore. She and my papa divorced a few months back and she left on a sort of round the world trip. She sends me postcards sometimes."

Ah crap, really bad topic. Maka had it as hard as I did. Sure, my parents hadn't understood me, but neither of them had cheated enough to give me trut issues or disappeared off on a round the world trip. I only felt more protective of Maka now. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok." Maka smiled up at me. "I love my mama and I want her to be happy after what papa did to her with all that cheating. She was a meister too. She made my papa into a death sythe. My mama was an amazing meister and I want to make a death sythe too." Maka's smile brightened at me. "I want to make my mama proud."

Without thinking, I spoke. "I bet she's already proud with you being as strong and determined as you are now."

Oops, did not mean to go all cheesey. But then Maka blushed and her smile became all cute and I felt a little bit of pride. She looked at me with a small smile. "Thanks, Soul."

I smiled and went to reply, but then a loud blur of blue ruined the moment.

"IT IS ME, THE GREAT BLACKSTAR!" Oh great, the blue-haired monkey was here.

His shy, dark-haired partner smiled at us from behind him. "Hey guys. I came down here to have a look round and BlackStar tagged along. It's so nice to see you here."

I have to say, while I liked Tsubaki and her sweet nature. I kinda resented her and BlackStar for busting in on us while I was finally seeming to get along great with Maka.

But then the resentment faded when Maka shyly took my hand and dragged me over to the next stall with Tsubaki and BlackStar.

A/N: Oh BlackStar, you romance wrecker...
Yay, I love this song and I luuuurrrve this story. FLUFFNESS FOREVER! *has had too much sugar* I do love doing SoMa stories about arguments, drunkness, Maka's creepy dad and/or fluff. It's pretty fun. The next ones will be the return of DRUNK MAKA ;D And possibly a drunk Soul since I didn't have enough fun with him last time ;)

Oh by the way, about the whole 'pardon my french' A/N I did during the story was cuz some people are iffy about the "swearing" (If they think ass is bad, wait until they hear what I came out with that time I stubbed my toe.) ^^ Though in warning, I will probably get sweary (lol made up word!) in the next chapter, since ya know, they're drunk.

You know, when I type too fast and my fingers go all tangled, it looks like I'm writing in german or something. It amuses me and I hitnk I liekt ti. ;) (Points to anyone who can guess what I meant to write...)

lol While I was writing the story, that song from the movie the king and I (My mum used to watch that with me) 'Getting to know you' came on. Oh, the greatly timed irony! ;D

Me: Oh no! Excalibur is waking up!
E: *mumbling as he wakes up* my legend...FOOLS!
Me: He's awake again, damn it! Right, here's the plan: You guys review and I'll hit Excalibur in the head with his own cane!

-No Excaliburs were harmed in the making of this story-

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