Chase hummed along with the tunes his earphones provided him as he eyed the young woman in front of him through his bangs. Her ash blonde hair shimmed in the wind catching the rays of the sun as her pale skin seemed to shine against the dark building of skulls. He groaned in frustration as his hands rustled through his hair, the need to reach out and run his hand through her hair almost too needy for him to even handle.

"You can help you know Chase?" She turned, her green eyes glaring at him through full thick lashes. She seemed so familiar somehow.

His back hit the truck as he put his clenching hands in his pocket. "That's too uncool for me." He grinned as she huffed lifting an all too heavy bag above her shoulder. He noticed as her shirt rose letting her soft skin show beneath it. He moaned in protest as he stalked forward gripping the bag from her hulking it over his back as he moved towards the door.

A hand stopped him as he followed the arm to a grim face. "I can do it myself." He couldn't help but smirk at her; she was too stubborn for her own good. He dropped the bag watching as she heaved the bag only to drop it with a thud he couldn't help but chuckle as she groaned. She glared his way, green eyes screaming hate as she huffed trying once again. "I've just, sprained my wrist." It was an obvious lie but Chase nodded like he understood. He couldn't bother fighting with her; it would just end up in another fight he couldn't be stuffed with.

"Whatever." He picked the bag up once again watching as she walked towards her backpack. He couldn't help but watch her hips as they seemed to sway seductively away from him. He grimaced , the whole trip here he had been watching her, observing her in every movement she made. The way she bit her nail when she was too involved in that thick book she hid within her clothes or her knees which lead to all curvy thighs and lushes pale skin that breathed a need of warmth.

Something he could offer.

He shook his head, ignoring the way she looked at him with confusion. Setting his mind on the action at hand he gripped the bag as he walked up the stairs watching as people gasped and pointed at him. Tonguing his teeth he knew he hadn't opened his mouth, and considering his eyes were down set it couldn't have been that either, it was like they knew him. Maybe it was the same thing with Maka, damn this Soul. He didn't know the guy and he was already causing him trouble. Whispers played at the back of his head. "…Isn't he supposed to be dead?" "I heard Maka is back, it hasn't been the same without her…" He lifted the bag onto his left hand letting the other slide into his pocket to turn his iPod on, like hell he could be assed hearing about her past with him. He turned slowly noticing Maka pale at the eyes that surrounded her, she looked so vulnerable.

"Here." He handed her his left earphone piece, she just looked at him, her eyes corning their surroundings. He sighed, why did he even care? Still, he pushed the piece in her ear ignoring her low squeal at the invasion. "Just ignore them." He didn't really know her situation and didn't really intend to ask about it. Her face of discomfort was enough to cause him concern, not for her, of course. Only because she was supposed to be his partner in so called upcoming battles, he didn't need her mind focused on something else. Keep telling yourself that.

She lowered her face, but looked at him through those big lashes he seemed to notice often. "Thank you Chase." She looked away almost like she regretted saying it, but the damage was done. His heart bet too fast as he watched her move closer to him to make sure their link of earphones wouldn't pull, well; maybe she just liked the fact of being close to him?

It seemed like hours until they reached their room on the fourth floor. The school was massive and not to mention bizarre, the outside was decorated with harsh cone tips and the main art was three skulls at the front. Not to mention topping it off with stairs that looked like it belonged in some old mansion. The inside wasn't much reassurance for normal with the amount of rooms and inner courtyards that was filled with dirt and what seemed to be indents on the walls; probably the training room. He had to admit, it was pretty cool.

"Chase?" He looked beside him to see Maka glaring at him once again. He sighed, what have I done now? "Can you stop daydreaming, I was talking to you." He smiled.

"Sorry princess, I never meant to insult your holiness." She huffed, he grinned, it was like second nature to tease her. Her eyebrow twitched as she opened the room to reveal what seemed to be a 3 by 2. She didn't seem bothered by the amount of space as she took off to one of the rooms dragging her suitcase with her. As he was about to sit on the couch her face appeared behind the wall towards her what he supposed was her room. "Your rooms over there." She pointed next to the kitchen were a door was placed. He sighed as he dragged his way towards it. One single bed, a CD rack and a desk that held a white laptop and a couple of unused notebooks. At least he didn't need to buy furniture. Shoving his bag into the corner of the room promising no one in particular to pretend to unpack it later he walked his way to the kitchen, his stomach growling. One sandwich later and one sit of the couch later he turned on the TV trying to ignore the temptation to turn at the sound of Maka finally leaving her room.

"You don't find this weird?" Twisting his neck at the question, he saw her arms crossed against a plain white top, her skirt reaching just below her thighs making it nearly impossible to swallow his bite full.

Coughing as coolly as possible he replied. "What is?" He let his legs stretch as his feet hit the small coffee table in front of him.

She sighed moving in front of him, pulling out her book to harshly hit his legs off the table. With a loud thud he looked towards her smirking. "The fact that we share an apartment. You haven't even mentioned a word about it." Her face bore no emotion as she spoke making him confused and curious at the same time. She did have a point, why didn't it bother him? He had just accepted the fact that they would be living together as if it was old news.

He didn't want to press his luck with that answer, so he decided to take another approach. "Why doesn't it bother you?"

Maka shuffled on the spot. "I asked you first." She wasn't going to give in.

He sighed letting his arms cradle his head as he leaned back. "Dunno to be honest, guess it didn't bother me." He left the sentence with a soft shrug.

Green eyes were on him, he didn't have to look to know that fact. He could watch her staring at him interrogatingly, it wasn't like he was lying and really he didn't mind her taking a look. "Enjoy the view princess?" He could hear her step backwards as he grinned, opening one eye to watch a deep crimson release on her face. How precious. "You didn't answer my question, why don't you care?" He tried to sound as uninterested as he could, truth was he was fucking interested. It's not like every day you get shoved in a room with the opposite sex and learn how to wield them. Sounded like something out of Karma Sutra.

"Why should I tell you?" Her face lifted to the side, her hands playing with the escaping strands of her hair that fell on her face.

He opened both eyes then, frowning at another question that appeared out of her pretty mouth. "Because I asked." Her face was priceless as she gave him a scowl that screamed kill. He felt a force hit his cheek as he noticed the book in her hand, fuck she was like a ninja! Growling he rubbed his cheek.

"I used to live with Soul." Ah. He wasn't jealous perse; he just hated whoever the hell this Soul guy was. No doubt they did shit under the covers the whole time they lived together, it wasn't like she was ugly but why would he care? She wasn't his type.

And the lies kept flowing.

Her eyes bore into him, maybe looking for a response. He had no idea what she was looking for when she starred at him like that, all he knew was he didn't like it. He opened his mouth to reply letting his cool attitude smooth over his tongue but the high pitched doorbell leaked out in the air.

"Maka, Maka open up the door!" He focused on the door, her friend? He looked towards her pale face, her eyes wide with fear as he noticed her hands shaking. More drama? He sat up with a sigh, her body didn't even flinch as he pressed passed her but she did let a small gasp out of her pouting lips before he opened the door.

"No don…" Her voice cut out, a loud yell entered the room as he tried to slam the door on the noisy person, unfortunately his foot was in the way.

Blue hair and a cheshire grin could be seen through the creak. "Soul, you're here too?" He let out another howl.

"I'm. Not. Soul." The blue hair boy frowned until he slammed his hands on the door causing Chase to topple over.

He glared at his grinning face. "You!" He rose letting his finger point towards the intruder. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The boy just stood cocking his head.

"Don't mess with your God Soul, I know all!" Chase wouldn't be surprised if the next country could hear him. He dropped his finger letting his body turn towards the couch Maka currently had rested on, her hair covering her face as she looked towards the floor.

A tall thin girl with her hair in a high pony tail walked quietly towards her, her slender arm going around her shoulder. Slowly her head lingered against her ear, sobs could be heard before Maka flung herself against the girl who only smiled politely and held her. "Black*Star be nice." Ah, so that's his name.

The boy replied by running across the floorboards with satisfying thumps every time his foot hit the ground. He sat on the floor; his legs crossed the grin never leaving his face. "You've been miserable without your big God, don't fear though he has come back full of gory!"

It felt like hours of the three of them talking, Maka's arm holding onto the girl known as Tusbaki her smile never ending as bickering and laughter filtered the room. Chase sighed as he stood in the kitchen fingering his now rotting roll, it wasn't as if he wanted to be included, it was obvious Maka needed this he had never seen her smile like she did towards them. He had only known her for a day, and she somehow had made her way into him with her mystery glares and sharp comebacks.

He wasn't impressed.

"What! How is he not Soul, haven't you looked at him?" The blue hair boy pointed in his direction making Chase want to disappear. Was it going to be like this everywhere? He picked his roll shoving it into the bin before leaving the kitchen to disappear into his room listening as Maka hushed them.

"Shut up idiot! His name is Chase. Soul's gone…" Her voice cracked.

A rustling could be heard as a soft voice rang out. "I'm sorry we couldn't see you sooner, Death wanted it to be a surprise."

"I can't believe they hid this from me." Maka whispered before sighing a never ending sigh.

"I still can't believe that kid isn't Soul, you know I can't be wrong. My godlike powers are too accurate to be wrong! He must be Soul!" Yelling could be heard as the sound got louder, loud bangs rang into Chase's ears before a thwack outside of his door let another howl out of the loud boy's mouth. "What the hell Maka! I just wanted to make sure!"

Chase had enough.

He stood in front of the mirror.

"I'm chase, chase, chase."

It was the name he gave himself, that was who is was.

This chapter was so hard to do!

I had to re-write it around three times before I was even a little happy with it.

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