Father knows best.

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Maka stayed held up in her room like some kind of stubborn school girl, she really had not wished to be blessed with his company. Unfortunately, she was hungry and her belly had a strong mind of its own, no matter how crazy she may have been going. She forced herself to climb out of bed, she changed into her pjs and fixed her hair before leaving the room. She may not have wanted to see him but that didn't mean she had to look like a complete skank.

Her footsteps were very, very light and barely noticeable as she descended down the glass staircase and into the kitchen. Maka took a step back ready to run back upstairs at the sight of Soul as he rummaged through the fridge. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall waiting for him to exit the kitchen patiently. She tried to keep her eyes averted to the floor but found it hard to rip her gaze away from his tattooed back. He'd spent too much time with Black Star, tattoos used to be so uncool, but to tell the truth, ink looked really good on Soul Eater. Maka shook the thoughts from her head and remained silent, like a mouse in the corner. However, she didn't fail to notice the detail put into the tattoo, obviously it was another dragon but there seemed to be something written inside of it. Maka couldn't make it out before Soul shut the fridge and turned on his heels. He stopped, popping his can of Coke open, and stared into her eyes without blinking.

Maka shifted her uncomfortable weight to the opposite foot and looked to the other side of the kitchen as if she were bothered. Soul took heavy steps by her and went on about the house. She didn't move until she heard him sit down on the couch. Maka found the Chinese food which had been placed in the microwave for freshness purposes, and prepared herself a plate. Slowly she began to relax until Soul Eater walked back into the kitchen and leaned on the bar.

"So, are you gonna' be alright."

"Just fine." Her answers were short and snippy. By no means was she ready to hold a conversation with the guy that broke her hear- She bit her lip. He didn't break her heart, he ruined her trust completely by walking out on their friendship the way he did. Friendship, nothing more.

The microwave screamed and she pulled the hot food out and placed it on the bar. Soul smirked and grabbed her hand. "Ya' know, you don't look fine." Maka pulled her hand away and shook her head. "Stop before you make me lose my appetite..." Unintentionally, she gave him a pleading look before taking the food up to her room. She ate quickly and sat her food down on the night stand beside her bed. Maka grabbed the plush pillow and hugged it to her chest as she began to sob silently. He really was some kind of jerk...


The next morning Maka showered and walked down stairs. Soul was standing in the kitchen eating an apple. "Morning, Maka." She nodded in acknowledgment and poured herself a glass of milk. "You feelin' any better?"

"I told you I'm fine..."

"Sure, sure." He bit into the apple, "What do you have to do today?"

"Nothing..." Maka downed her glass of milk and headed for the door only to have Soul block it, which wasn't hard for his now seemingly large body. "So why are you leaving then?"

Maka narrowed her eyes at him to which Soul retaliated by raising his brows and staring her down, "Don't get an attitude. Lock yourself in your room all damn day and expect me to just let you walk out... pshh. What kinda' man do you think I am?"

"Soul can you...please...just..." Maka kept her eyes to the floor and did not dare look at him, "Just let me go..."

"Where ya' goin?"

"I don't have to answer to you."

"Then I would really like to see you move me." There it was, out in the open. His eyes were much darker red than hers, and his teeth much sharper. Just what did her father think this would accomplish? No it wouldn't work! He was the last person she needed any help from.

"Move." She stood firmly toe to toe with him.

"No." Maka huffed lightly and turned to head back up to her room. Who the hell did he think he was anyway?! He couldn't tell her where she could and couldn't go! The nerve! She slammed her bedroom door and plopped down on the bed feeling defeated. Now she remembered why she couldn't stand Soul Eater Evans, he told her no all the time. Maka stayed in her room and moped around. Every time she heard footsteps she would hop in the bed and cover up like some small scared child. Anything to keep from having to talk to him again. Maka stood and played with her hair in the mirror. It had been fading and losing its shine and volume, much like her eyes. She sighed and jumped back a few feet when her bedroom door opened, "K-knock next time!"

"My bad, you okay? I was being an asshole earlier." He stepped into the room and grabbed the front of her shirt and gently pulled her over in front of him. "Look, I have nothin' against you Maka, we were so cool back in the day. I don't know what's going on, really, but I mean- "His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side. Disregarding her obvious discomfort, he grabbed her face in his hands.

"The hell are you doing?!"

"You're eyes..." Maka pulled away and looked back into the mirror. Her jaw dropped a few inches at least, "H-how?" Maka's eyes were once again a vibrant green. Maka had been certain that the situation was quite opposite only moments ago. What was going on? Maybe her dad wasn't as crazy as she'd always thought. Maybe there really was hope in the form of Soul Eater Evans; The death scythe.