A/N: Just a little drabble because the idea amused me so much. Reviews are as always appreciated. Enjoy!

Title: First Kiss

Summary: "I had my first kiss with Black*Star," Maka said, and with that Soul's whole world came crashing down as he proceeded to handle this matter like a petulant child.

"What?! Could you repeat that?"

Soul refused to believe what his ears had just clearly registered. No, no, no. He'd need to clean his ears extra well this time because her toxic words of unmatched horror might slowly enter his brain and eat through it like a fucking parasite. He was very tempted to throw the can of coke that was so close to being crushed in his iron fist against the wall, or perhaps to squeeze it more tightly in his hand that it burst. Anything really─ he'd do anything to release this sudden surge of wrath that was about to run amok in his blood vessels.

The look Maka gave him was suspicious at best, and maybe he looked like he was in the pre-stage of a conniption right now. Though she ignored his tomato-red face and smiled, eyes glazing over in remembrance. "It's as I told you, Soul," she said matter-of-factly, "I had my first kiss with Black*Star."

His hand twitched. It twitched very powerfully.

"Soul! Why the hell did you throw the can against the wall?!"

"You had your first kiss with Black*Star? Seriously, Maka? How sad is that?" He forced himself to guffaw, because teasing her and making fun of her was better than the other thing he was very inclined to do─ bash his head against the wall and cry and bitch about the unfairness of the world. His spine nearly threatened to leave his body with the amount of shuddering he did at the mere thought of Maka's wonderful, plump lips having ever been connected to...and here he shuddered again, to Black*Star's. "I thought even someone as unappealing as you had some standards, but seems like you─"

"Maka-chop!"

"Ow, fuck."

After Soul cleaned up the mess he made and calmed down from his totally uncool outburst, he went into a state of acceptance. So what if Maka and Black*Star had kissed once? Who the hell cared? It wasn't his damn business and acting like some possessive jerk over it wasn't like him at all. Okay, maybe he had been slowly but surely falling in love with his meister and maybe he had had some fantasies about them being each others' firsts in every sense, so it kind of burst his little bubble of fluff that he had to erase this G-rated fantasy from his list.

Anyway, he was a cool guy and he was going to be accepting. He was cool like that. Yep. Seriously, he wasn't bothered by it. Nope.

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When could it have happened? Probably before he and Maka had partnered up, possibly before they had even met. How could he have been so stupid?!

Black*Star and Maka were childhood friends! They had a history! Who knew what else they did together. A shudder wracked Soul's body as his thoughts wandered into a direction he NEVER EVER wanted them to go, least of all when they involved Black*Star and Maka together.

But Soul was a cool guy. And he'd deal with it as cool guys did.

Soul knew it was petulant of him to do that. And not cool at all, but after a night's worth of tossing and turning in his bed with his brain supplying him images of unmentionable horrors, he couldn't resist.

He wasn't entirely sure if all the execrable scenarios he had seen flash in front of his eyes last night had been nightmares, or if his overactive brain had been energetically concocting all the worst case scenarios there were.

One scenario of the Unmentionable was Black*Star and Maka kissing right after Soul had agreed to partner up with her. Soul had been looking for his new partner only to see her pecking Black*Star on the lips.

Another one had to be the vilest of nightmares Soul had as it consisted of Black*Star not only sucking face with his wonderful meister, but also pushing his hand beneath her shirt.

Soul's skin prickled as if a thousand ants decided to crawl on his fucking arms.

"You should have seen that asshole!" Black*Star bellowed, his voice echoing through the whole cafeteria, drowning out everyone else. He brought his fist to his chest proudly, grinning like the shit-eating little monkey he was. "Of course, he couldn't stand a chance against the great and awesome Black*Star. I am the biggest and strongest of all!"

While Tsubaki feigned polite admiration at her partner's antics, the others did well to ignore him. Of course, Black*Star was strong, nobody was doubting that. But his tales of badassery got old very quickly, especially if he insisted on relaying them so loudly that it threatened to shatter the eardrums of everyone in a hundred mile radius.

Usually, Soul would be the first to roll his eyes, mutter a quiet "That's great, Black*Star", maybe even give him a high five and turn back to eat his subpar food. Today was not one of those days of calm rationality.

Soul scoffed loudly, regarding his best friend with a look of thinly veiled disdain he tried to mask of as boredom. "Please, 'the biggest of all'?" he mocked, voice dripping with venom. "You're saying that so often it makes me wonder if you're trying to compensate for something."

Black*Star blinked, let his fork almost drop as his grin fell. He was too confused to react properly, his brows furrowing. "What the hell, Soul?"

Soul just snorted, decided to ignore Black*Star now because the others were taking note of his odd behavior. He really didn't need that! Least of all did he need Maka calling him out on his shit. He chomped angrily on the overcooked noodles, but Black*Star was never the one to let a case rest.

"What do you mean, Soul? Compensating for something? What kind of problem do you have, dude?" Much to his credit, Black*Star actually managed to lower the volume of his voice a little.

Soul knew he was in the wrong here, but it was still tempting to snark at Black*Star. He bit his tongue though, clenched his fist as he turned to look at Black*Star with cold eyes. "Nothing, nevermind. I was...being uncool," he said and stood up, taking mild satisfaction from the assassin's gobsmacked face.

"Where are you going, Soul? You haven't even touched your food," Maka said calmly, curiously glancing up at him.

He managed a wry smirk. "I'm not hungry. See you in class."

And with that he stormed off, his cool barely regained, and went where nobody could find him.

The library was rarely visited terrain for Soul. If he ever went there, it was because either Maka made him do it or because he was looking for Maka. This made him aware of a grave fallacy of his. He didn't want to be found and nobody would come looking for him in the library, but Maka, ever the bookworm, would surely come here even during her lunch break! The nerd!

Soul ran a hand through his hair, tousling it more, and groaned loudly, earning him a few dirty stares from other bookworms nearby. He sighed to himself, struggled to his feet and went outside. A walk in the fresh air sounded like a good idea now.

The sky was a bit cloudy and grey and it would surely be raining after classes were over. At least the weather fit his mood. He really needed to get a grip on himself. There were more pressing matters he could be losing his shit over instead. Not a dumb, probably innocent kiss between two childhood friends.

Childhood friends.

The words rang shrilly in his mind. They were indeed childhood friends. Hadn't Black*Star been just about a few months old when Maka was born? They had been practically raised together! Even if they never showed it, they had to be the closest two in their group. Oh God, if one of them had been a weapon instead of a meister, they certainly would have partnered up. Maka probably knew things about Black*Star nobody else knew. And what about Black*Star? What did he know about Maka that Soul didn't?

And then there was this kiss. Maka's first kiss. Maybe it had just been a small peck. It had to have been just that. Or maybe they hadn't been as young as Soul was imagining them to be. Maybe the kiss had happened after he had partnered up with Maka. Fuck, he hadn't asked her to clarify the when and why!

Maybe they had even used tongue!

God, he was about to retch.

What if they did more than kissing? What if it went further?

He limply plopped down on the grass, pale-faced and tired. He had to make sure to regain his composure at least somewhat before he faced his friends again, but the mere thought of Maka's arms being wrapped around Black*Star's neck in a close embrace, of their lips being joined, their tongues exchanging spit and─

Soul had to lie down. He curled into himself, tried to erase these mentally scarring images from his brain.

Maka had sounded kind of pleased when she told him that Black*Star had been her first kiss now that he thought about it. Maybe...maybe they were even together!

Okay, okay. Soul could totally handle this. He would be supportive of them and wish them the best and all the happiness in the world, and not mind when they decided to exchange their saliva right in front him.

He grimaced, gritting his teeth hard. He would be okay.

He was woken from his nap he didn't remember ever taking by an angry Maka who shook his shoulder heatedly.

"Soul! What are you doing here outside? You missed class!"

He blinked once, twice and rubbed his eyes. "Whu?"

Maka graced him with a bone-eroding glare. "Do you know what time it is?!"

"Uh..."He looked up, the sky had become greyer, and he wasn't sure but he might have heard the faint rumble of thunder in the distance.

"Class is already over. Do you know how worried I was?"

He shook his head a little, reorienting himself. He didn't remember falling asleep and he hadn't planned on ditching class. There was a classier and safer way to go on about stuff like that, and taking a nap in the schoolyard was not it.

"Sorry," he mumbled. She looked kind of cute being all worried about him, but that feeling of being considered special was quickly squashed when today's events came rushing back into his mind with a vengeance.

"What is it with that face?" Maka asked, her brows creased, and sat down next to him.

"Kinda tired, that's all."

"You already slept through half a day of class, Soul," she said admonishingly, but there was humour in her voice. "Now tell me what has been bothering you. You've been acting weird the whole day. Why did you snap at Black*Star like that?"

He groaned, drowsily rubbing his eye. "Don't remind me. I was just in a bad mood and he was annoying. It was not cool of me, I know." Man, he had become a great liar.

Maka rolled her eyes and huffed as she crossed her arms. "I'm not stupid, Soul. You're lying."

Or not so great.

"What's wrong? And don't you dare to get out of this by saying stuff like 'you're just being paranoid, Maka'," she said, mimicking his voice. He had to bite back a smile at her faux gravelly voice. She could be so cute sometimes. And of course, he couldn't be the first one to take note of this. Maka was a very desirable girl, after all, even if his prepubescent self would disagree strongly, but Soul had been an idiot back then.

This could be the best time as any to talk to her. Soul knew he wouldn't be able to dodge this conversation, but how could he talk to her about it if he didn't want to come out with his feelings for her? And this still left the issue if there was more with Black*Star going on. If she harbored feelings for that oaf, then It would just mess things up if Soul confessed his own for Maka. He sighed heavily, running his palm over his face.

"I am your meister and friend, Soul and we agreed that we wouldn't keep anything from each other."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"This isn't easy to talk about."

"What do you mean?" She shot him a suspicious glance; the same she'd give him whenever she thought he smelled like pot after he had stayed out a few hours too long with Black*Star. If the blue monkey and Maka were really together, wouldn't Black*Star have shouted it out at every opportunity? He wasn't known to be subtle or sensible and maybe Soul was thinking too much into this stupid matter. He might as well just get it out now.

Gathering all the bravery he could, he turned to face Maka. "It's about...what you said this morning."

She cocked her head to the side, eyes wide and puzzled, and her expression was the most precious thing Soul had ever seen that he came close to fawning over her like a bad Spirit-clone. He shook his head a little, his mind slightly less hazy.

"I mean about Black*Star having been your first kiss and all. Look, I know it's not something I should blow up out of proportion like that; it was not okay of me to snap at Black*Star, but...you know, it was kind of...surprising- no, not that, but it kind of made me upset a little, I guess, even though I have no room to be upset as you can kiss whoever you want whenever you want and I was just being a brat about it and I'll make sure to...not be so lame anymore," he finished lamely, mortification setting his cheeks ablaze. He wanted to ram his head against the closest tree he could find because he could not have been more confusing and stupid. He wouldn't even blame her if she had decided to zone out during his dumb rambling.

Maka just smiled and Soul wasn't sure if this sinking feeling of humiliation just doubled or got halved; it was hard to tell. But there was nothing necessarily taunting about her smile, maybe there was a little humour in it, nothing mean-spirited.

"I can't believe that has been bothering you," she mumbled blithely, finding her crossed feet more interesting than him.

"Well yeah, now you know."

What now? Soul didn't want to analyze the possible ramifications their little conversation could have for them. He felt sort of better for telling her, but on the other hand, he knew this matter wouldn't vanish so easily. He might still need to talk to Black*Star and maybe even explain his behavior to the rest of his friends. It was a possibility that made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand because, while Kid and Tsubaki were tactful, Liz and Patti would tease him mercilessly if they ever found out that he was being a lovesick idiot.

"It happened in kindergarten," Maka said, pulling him out of his frantic thoughts. His head shot up so quickly Soul feared he might give himself a whiplash. Nevertheless, he listened to Maka's little tale with rapt attention. "We were playing a game where we pretended to be the bride and groom and that's when he kissed me."

Soul's heart threatened to burst, his head feeling light and deprived of blood. Maka giggled quietly, lips curved into a grin as she nodded at his flabbergasted face. "Yep, we even had 'wedding rings' we had made from paper. His actually ripped when I tried to put it onto his finger. It was quite the horrible wedding, and I think if Black*Star and I ever seriously considered getting hitched, our real wedding wouldn't be much different from the play-wedding in kindergarten. Oh and also it was just a kiss on the cheek─" her voice took on a teasing quality, playful and coy as she nudged him with her elbow, "─nothing to get jealous over."

He was too relieved to properly react to her little jab. He plopped back on the grass with a sigh, a grin threatening to split his face in two. "Sooo, I'm guessing you don't plan on marrying Black*Star ever, or kissing him for that matter?"

Maka shuddered, shaking her head in mock horror. "Nope! It'd be weird. I grew up with him and he's too annoying. I don't know how Tsubaki can deal with him on a daily basis."

He chuckled, twisted his body to the side and watched her more closely. "Also that first kiss with Black*Star doesn't count if it was just on the cheek. Seriously, I freaked out over nothing but just him giving you a slobbery cheek."

She let out a snort, her eyes sweet and poisonous. "Why were you freaking out about it in the first place, Soul?" she asked, shifting closer to him.

Words of snark died on the tip of his tongue, making him cringe at her victorious expression. Damn it, he had hoped she'd just let it pass or even better, just return his feelings. But, of course, he had no idea if she indeed harboured the same feelings for him.

He swallowed hard, his tie too tight around his throat, his mouth parched and his palms moist with cold sweat. "Um, I...uh─"

Her lips were on his before he could figure out what was happening. He went a little cross-eyed, watching her passively. Maka's eyes were closed, her nose bumping against his awkwardly and even though it was a little weird, it was still a nice kiss. She pulled away too soon and let out a cute huff, her cheeks a light pink.

They stared at each other for a moment; Maka's confidence seemed to waver, and he realized that staring like a fish at her was probably giving her the wrong signals. So he did what he considered the most reasonable. Placing his hand behind her neck, he pulled her towards him. She let out a high-pitched squeak and giggled a little when their noses bumped again, this time more painfully. He grinned, all sharp teeth and giddy elation before he kissed her.