Soul Eater characters will never belong to me. Sigh.

Chapter 5: Here Comes Another

He walked into her bedroom, and realised she was 'dead to the world' because she had one of those white stylish headphones over her head and covering her ears. As he strode up to her back, he glanced at her laptop monitor and saw that she was at a Nico Nico Douga video page, happily listening to clips with fancy illustrations, her back facing him in all vulnerability. Her head bopped slightly to the tune she was plugged into, her finger deftly clicking away on the mouse as she read through comments left behind by other viewers.

A small smile formed on the handsome man's face as he lowered his head intentionally, so that he was just inches away from the back of her neck.

And he went for his prey.

All hell broke loose.

"S-S-SOUL!"

Maka spluttered and stammered as she glanced at her partner, her chest heaving as her face turned a violent shade of red and purple. Her headphones were left dangling, still plugged to her laptop. They were flung off by the sudden way Maka had stood up and spurn around to face the sudden intruder.

"Did I scare you?"

That nonchalent, calm tone of his sometimes doubled the embarrassment quotient in Maka's mind. It made her feel like she was the child, the immature one, the person who overly reacted. It was his smirk that gave his game away because he wanted her to feel that way, and even that smirk was planned to make her feel so.

"D-Don't sneak up on me like that, and don't… don't… erm…"

"Hmm?"

Maka bit her lip and looked away, wishing her face would stop burning already.

"You idiot."

Soul finally released a smile that was only really a flash, but Maka caught it and was immediately hooked. It reached his eyes, and it felt like he smiled that way only for her.

"You're so sensitive, Maka. I merely licked your neck."

"Argh! What do you mean only licked?! That was totally out of the blue, and I didn't expect it!"

"But that was the whole point."

"Don't… don't do it again."

Maka turned around, readjusting her chair and picking up her headphones. She was still blushing, she couldn't help it and she knew that. The unexpected action not only took her by surprise, but after whirling around and seeing Soul, something connected her mind to her body, so that her brain started sending messages that were … a little naughty in nature.

A mental picture of Soul slowly and deliberately tasting your neck with his tongue.

She kept her eyes trained at the moving pictures of the fanvid, the song of Cantarella by the Vocaloids Kaito and Miku playing before her. Maka couldn't hear a thing, but she thought it was good to be distracted right now. She had stumbled onto the amazing world of Vocaloids, and couldn't get enough of how fans had brought them to life with compositions and illustrations.

It didn't help that Soul was wearing a well-fitted black suit and pants, complete with a skinny black tie. He had a hand propped over his shoulder, carrying his bag which he used for official purposes.

Anything, anything will do. Just don't let me blush further.

"Are you sure you don't want me to do this again?"

"Yes, you stupid idiot. That gave me a shock, and thanks to you, my heart feels like it wants to burst out of my ribcage."

Soul thought it was amusing that she was desperately trying to fiddle with everything that was on her desk. Absent-mindedly. It was an obvious refusal to look at him.

Gosh, you're so easy to tease. Give me a challenge sometimes, Maka-chan. Heh.

"Is that what you want to tell me after I'd been away for some time?"

"Y-you ruined it."

"Oh, did I? I'm very sorry."

"No you're not!"

"C'mon, turn around, see the sincerity in my eyes."

"N-no."

"I haven't seen you in weeks, my dear. Surely you must forgive me for wanting to taste you shortly after I got back into the apartment."

"Nobody does it this wa-"

Maka stopped in mid-sentence, feeling the heat of her partner's body pressed closely against her back. He had placed his bag down against the wall. His arms locked themselves around her waist comfortably, and she could feel his chin brushing against her shoulder. Then she could feel the unmistakable sensation of his breath down her neck.

She had to shudder.

She missed him.

She missed him so bad.

Soul had been sent on a top-ranking high-profile mission to Europe on urgent notice, to assist in the procurement of a toxin. It had been invented by a scientist working under the supervision of Headquarters. Towards the final stabilisation of the toxin formula, the unfortunate scientist became a target of Insanity, and as she struggled between the remaining shreds of her impeccable logic and the dark lure of her imagination going berserk, she forced her mind to still itself until Soul arrived.

It seemed that Soul was also the only Deathscythe who held the possibility of breaking 'the spell'. As Soul assessed the situation and activated his Scythe self, the strings tying the scientist up snapped instantly, and it seemed as if the situation was diffused. However, Soul could still feel that something was amiss, and insisted that the scientist be sent back here for observation.

The scientist, Eli, was one hell of a looker. One who looked good without much help, and one who preferred her work to anything else. Soul was impressed by how she managed to claw Insanity in her fight, and the fact that she was a person who loved music second to her work. It was this that her colleagues felt Soul Eater Evans was the perfect candidate.

Completed toxin in one hand, and an exhausted scientist in another, Soul was caught in a whirlpool of red tape and paperwork trying to bring a personnel into Death City. He was ready to go home by the second week, when it was supposed to be a one week mission.

Maka read about Soul's victorious mission on the big noticeboard at Headquarters, and even she couldn't suppress the immense pride and happiness she felt for her partner. Eli's profile was tagged alongside the notice, and suddenly, Maka had to catch her breath.

Wow, she looks … good.

Several off-hand comments flew around the noticeboard, none of which helped made her feel any better.

What a hottie! Soul's so lucky.

Soul must have just waltzed in like a prince on a motorcycle!

Reckon they must be spending a LOT of time together in Europe whilst waiting for all that paperwork to go through!

She tightened her grip around her books, holding them closer to her body.

No, don't be silly. You shouldn't even be feeling like this, Maka Albarn. Pull yourself together. YOU were the one who wanted to keep your relationship with Soul under wraps, right?

It wasn't because she doubted Soul. Deep, deep down in her scarred and Band-Aid plastered heart, she never once entertained the possibility that Soul would lay eyes on anyone else. It wasn't because she was confident of herself.

It was because she knew Soul.

She knew the colour of his dignity.

She knew the depth of his promises.

But why was she still flustered? Perhaps this was normal for any girl in a relationship? As she walked away from the scene, her heart ached for her partner more than she could bear to admit.

"Is Soul any closer to coming home?"

The gentle voice of her friend was a welcomed break from the torrents in her mind.

"No, Tsubaki-chan."

"It must be hard on both of you."

"Eh? Erm … well, HE must be having a good time I guess. That Eli seems like a bombshell from her profile picture. The boys were slobbering all over the board. Urgh."

Tsubaki chuckled lightly at Maka's retort, knowing full well what her stubborn friend's true feelings were.

"He will be back soon, and you'll be glad to see him."

"Wha- I'll be glad that he's home to take out the garbage."

Maka hurriedly tucked into her sundae, hoping Tsubaki wouldn't press on in her own ways. She was getting pretty good at cornering her with her double-meaning comments.

"Sooo, how's things with you and Black Star? It's been weeks since his name was announced all over the Institution, so I guess … it's a great improvement, yes?"

Tsubaki sighed softly and started jabbing at her sundae with her spoon.

"Well, I'm glad he's not getting into trouble, so I'm happy he's keeping that up and not rolling into the limelight for all the wrong reasons. He's been going on a lot of intensive training sessions by himself though. I want to come along, but he insists that he needs to do it alone … LIKE A MAN! Or so he claims."

Maka grinned at how Tsubaki imitated Black Star's demeanour with surprising accuracy. She could pick up the underlying care and concern Tsubaki had for Black Star, and she liked how Tsubaki pouted at the thought of her partner acting all obnoxious again.

"When will the Man-Who-Shalt-Defeat-The-Gods return then?"

"Who knows? He never really comes back on the day he mentions. I reckon he just uses a date which comes into his head first. I'm used to it though."

"Why don't you go spy on him? You're the right type to go on these stealth missions."

"Nah~ I'll be sniffed out in no time. Black Star may be hopeless 90% of the time, but for some reason, I always get busted."

"Oh? You mean you tried and got hustled? You did go on a stalking mission!"

Tsubaki's face turned beet red as she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Maka-chan!"

"Alright, I'll go easy on you, Tsubaki-chan. You're the least person I want to tease relentlessly with, since you're so nice."

Tsubaki smiled gratefully as she resumed eating her sundae.

"So, Black Star sniffs you out? He turns around and tells you to go home?"

The beautiful black-haired Weapon turned pensive, her eyes glazing over as she tried to recall those moments with her Meister.

"Well … I reckon I cover my tracks really well. I mean, he's my partner so I know he is better synchronised with my aura. But it doesn't mean I'm easy to spot too. So, I guess he's on high alert and I got caught in his radar. Perhaps."

"Y'know, I think he can tell that you're in the area. Even without having to expand much effort."

"R-really?"

Tsubaki slightly coloured at that thought, because the memories of what happened came flooding back to her. She had masked her scent, down to the tiniest bit, so that she was almost a non-existent entity. She moved swiftly amongst the trees, leaving no trace and breath. Her eyes reflected a worry for her mule-headed partner, her mind full of uncertainty on why he insisted on going alone.

Is he doing something behind my back? What is he up to, why can't he just tell me?

As she landed lightly before a building where Black Star's aura ended, she looked around in the mist, wondering what to do next. Her eyes was trying to adjust when the first morning rays began to dawn upon her, and as the mist turned translucent, the unmistakable outline of a jinja formed before her.

(Jinja – Japanese shrine)

And when she blinked, she almost let out a cry of surprise.

The tall black silhouette of the man whom she knew well was already before her, when only a second ago, it was just her and the mist. She couldn't see his features, but she knew it was Black Star.

What she couldn't tell … was his expression.

The soft rays penetrated the dreamlike atmosphere, casting themselves on the ground, on the shrine, and slowly moving towards some parts of his arms, his clothes, his boots.

"B-Black Star…"

He didn't move. He didn't seem to breathe even.

"Black Star?"

As Tsubaki realised the severity of her actions, (surprisingly because of her partner's silence), she knew she had to make amends. As she took a step towards him, he faded away into the mist.

"E-eh?"

Her wrists were caught by his strong hands, as he gripped them sternly.

He's side-stepped right before me? That's quick!

"Black Star, please let me exp-"

"Tsubaki."

The rawness in his voice commanded her instantly. She felt chastised and meek, but most of all, she realised she was … enthralled. He wasn't shouting, he wasn't whispering, he was simply addressing her. And yet, she found herself wanting something she wasn't sure what. Yet.

"Go home. I'm fine, and there's nothing wrong with you or me. Don't follow me like this. I don't like it, and it's dangerous for you."

"O-okay. I'm … I'm sorry, Black Star."

When her partner didn't reply, she wondered how this was going to end. Then she realised her wrists were starting to feel sore. He was using some force, but she thought it was probably because he was silently angry.

It was becoming surreal as this didn't feel like what Black Star would do.

It was too quiet.

"Black Star, you need to let me go … you're hurting me."

As she looked up, a single ray from the sun fell gently on her partner's face, lighting his features up just as she laid her eyes on him.

She saw it in his eyes.

Longing.

As Black Star registered the surprise in Tsubaki's expression, he released her abruptly, as though he got burnt. Looking away, he jammed his hands into his pockets and strolled back towards the shrine. Tsubaki rubbed her wrists gently, wondering what to say to his retreating back.

Was I mistaken? I must be. I'm confused.

"Go home, Tsubaki. I need to sort out some stuffs myself, you won't do me any good here."

"When will you be back?"

"Next Friday."

Tsubaki wanted to see his face again, but he was adamantly walking away.

And then he was gone.

"Tsubaki-chaaaan?"

"Eh?"

"You spaced out for a while there. Thinking of something … or someone?"

"N-NO! OF COURSE NOT!"

Tsubaki laughed awkwardly as she hurriedly stuffed her melted sundae into her mouth as quickly as possible. It took all of Maka's strength not to burst out laughing at her friend's obvious denial.

As Maka heaved a sigh of relief upon returning home, she flipped the telly on and threw her messenger bag onto the couch. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, she jabbed the straw into the package and began sorting out the mail with one hand on the kitchen counter.

A postcard laid innocently amongst the pile, grabbing her immediate attention.

Mom?

Once she saw the picture though, she knew it wasn't. It just didn't seem like something her mother would pick. It was an illustration of books on a bookshelf, set in a bookstore that seemed pretty rustic. As she flipped it over, she realised it was addressed to her with a simple message.

Dear Maka,

This reminded me of you during my journey. I felt compelled to send it to you. Here it is, with my regards.

You're in my thoughts. I will see you very soon.

It was signed off with a scribble which she couldn't decipher.

"Huh? Who is this?"

Intrigued, Maka took the postcard and brought it up against the light. She spent the evening poring over it, but to no avail. She hmm-ed and hurr-ed, but her mind was drawing a complete blank. Annoyed at her incompetency, she decided she'd go to bed early. She had a long day.

I'll be able to figure it out in the morning.

In the darkness, she heard a voice calling her name.

Maka … Maka …

Who is it?

You know me.

Huh?

We'd already met earlier.

We … what?

She felt the presence of a person morph before her, and as the darkness began to peel away, she experienced a growing sense of recognition and happiness. As his face was about to be revealed-

BRRRRRRINGGGGG!

"What the-!"

Maka almost jumped out of bed, her body trying to adjust from the shock of it all.

I was so close, sooooo close!

In fact, she felt the dream slip away as the seconds ticked by.

No! NO! I need to write it down!

As she hurriedly bumped her way around in a dazed form, she realised she couldn't really recall what the dream was about.

It was gone.

Maka was irritated, because she knew it was a dream which she should remember. As she resignedly shuffled her way to the bathroom, she forgot about revisiting the postcard for further investigation.

Soul stood before the telly, absorbing the news as he loosened his tie. Maka had broken out of his embrace, only to rush to the bathroom as she was still a little angry at him … and herself for being such a pushover. He reached for the remote control, and found a postcard lying on the coffee table.

Doesn't look like something Aunty would send.

As he flipped it over and read the contents, he narrowed his eyes.

You're in my thoughts? I'll see you soon?

What the hell?

Soul wasn't too keen with the tone of the message. The scribble looked like a poor excuse of a signature, but on closer scrutiny, he decided they were actually symbols and not alphabets. Soul was well-versed in most languages, so if he couldn't identify them, they were likely to be otherwise.

But I could be wrong. I need to bring this in tomorrow for some checking.

As he peered backwards to see that Maka wasn't looking, he slipped the postcard into his bag silently.

"Did you miss me?"

Maka chewed her food slowly, refusing to answer his question. Soul was admiring his partner across the table. She had her long hair down, and since she didn't know Soul was returning home that evening, she was wearing a black tank top and a red pleated miniskirt. She seldom revealed that much skin when he was in the apartment.

"What did you do when I was away? Did you behave yourself?"

Soul eyed her lazily as he picked at the stewed beef in black bean sauce, which was hurriedly cooked by a sulking Maka. He had stripped off the heavy black suit and flung it over the couch. Simply dressed in a white-collared shirt with rolled-up sleeves, complete with a loose tie over an unbuttoned collar, Soul was a picture of casual sensuality.

Maka found herself fighting a losing visual battle. Her hormones were raging.

"When will you decide to talk to me again?"

She begrudgingly placed her bowl of rice down, and pouted for a while. Then she took a deep breath.

"Congratulations on your successful mission."

"Thanks."

"So, why were you 2 weeks late?"

"Huh? You didn't know?"

"I know, but only through official channels. I want to hear it from you."

Soul similarly placed his bowl down and crossed his arms.

"You want the truth?"

"Of course!"

"I was hitting it off with Eli-chan. We have similar interests, and I'm her benefactor, so we got on pretty good. Spent our days together sightseeing Europe, and I got her to tell me about her work. She's beautiful to behold."

"Oh really."

"You know the truth, you dummy. Is this why you're angry?"

"No. Actually, I'm not angry about that."

"Then?"

"I'm just angry at myself."

"For?"

"Being … silly."

Soul knew Maka had gone past the phase of worrying over him. It didn't surprise him this time that she was more upset about herself. However, it didn't really appease the nagging thought of that postcard. He was confident about Maka, but he wasn't that assured when it came to her lack of awareness regarding subtle hints and clues … in the arena of feelings and emotions. She was good at picking those up when it concerned others, but it would take an industrial-strength sledgehammer to bash some sense into her that people could like, and even love her.

"I'll wash up, you just sit and relax."

Maka watched in surprise as Soul stood up and started clearing some plates away.

"But you only just returned. Sit down and-"

"Maka, it's okay. Let me do it. Thanks for dinner."

Soul smiled.

Lovingly.

This was something which he didn't do often and when he did, it always managed to melt something within Maka. She could only wish she could snap it with a camera, but these moments would come and disappear quickly. Soul's feelings and desire for her usually ended up in smirks and taunts, carefully crafted because she didn't want to look like she enjoyed being pleasured. Her reactions pleased him greatly, which only made Maka more embarrassed that she was playing into his hands.

And so, whenever she caught him gazing at her gently, endearingly, softly, she could feel everything within her surrender to him. It generated a different buzz within her, it made her mind generate images of strange hazy thoughts which she couldn't understand. All she wanted to do was to capture his expressions.

And she couldn't!

As Soul finished the last of the dishes and peeled the gloves off from his hands, he was greeted by the gentle, uncertain embrace by two lithe arms wrapping themselves around his waist. Admittedly surprised, Soul craned his head over his shoulder to see Maka burying her head into his back.

"M-Maka?"

"I miffed youuf."

"Huh? I can't hear you. Didn't I tell you before that I can't hear you if you're muff-"

Soul did a double take as Maka broke her grip and turned him around deftly, so that he was facing her.

"I missed you, you big idiot."

A slow appreciative smile formed on the Weapon's face as he began to enjoy what was happening before him. He reached out for his Meister's form and pulled her close to him gently, his hand cradling the back of her head whilst the other wrapped around her waist lightly.

"I missed you too. I missed you so much that it hurt me whenever I thought of you."

He could tell that Maka was already blushing as she buried her face deeper into his shirt.

"Y'know, each delayed day only made it worse for me. I did go on a sightseeing trip with Eli and some of her colleagues, but I wished it was with you."

His mind began to drift back to the postcard. It generated a sudden uncertainty within Soul's heart.

"Maka, you're my Meister. You only belong to me, don't you?"

She didn't answer, but she nodded her head once. It was all that he needed. As he released her, Maka reached out for his tie shyly. With a tug, she closed the distance between their waiting lips and with a firm pull, the tie slithered away from Soul's shirt and fell silently onto the floor.

"Maka…"

Encouraged by his Meister's actions, he realised the separation had done some good for her. She was emboldened because she missed him.

She wanted him.

He picked her up easily and made their way to her bedroom. There wasn't time to close the door, he had been denied his desire for too long. As soon as Maka's back touched her bed, he pinned her down and ravished her neck, continuing what he did to her as a tease earlier.

Maka's fingers deftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and explored his body with familiarity and need. She knew her sounds of pleasure stirred Soul further, the previous experiences teaching her what made her Weapon tick. She caressed his legs with hers, moving them up and down slowly, her skirt riding up as she did so.

Soul pulled her tank top over her shoulders and flung it aside, his skilled fingers unhooking her bra so that he could lay eyes on her the way that he wanted to.

"Maka, may I continue? Do you want to... to take the pill first?"

"Soul, I already did so earlier. I can't stand it anymore. Please …"

He didn't need to hear it twice, although it ignited a fire within him. Big time. He could feel the plea from Maka, not from her words but from her touches and responses. The way she moved, the manner in which she devoured his lips with equal fervor. It pleased him greatly that she was prepared this time, taking the pill with full anticipation for him. This was a huge unexpected turn-on.

Soul easily pulled away the last barrier towards their union, chucking the soaked garment down onto the floor. His eyes were on her, his need was now physically obvious. As Maka began to spread herself open, Soul began to entwine his fingers with hers.

"Soul, you're mine … aren't you?"

A shy demand, a last plea from his blushing partner. Soul couldn't help but smirk. He was this close to fulfilling his thirst for her. Her body was telling him that she wanted him, and yet, a confirmation was still needed.

Soul leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"I only want to have sex with you, my Meister. My body reacts to no other. Only yours. You're mine for my pleasure, and I'm yours for quenching your heat. We're an exclusive partnership. We enjoy the benefits of what our adult bodies can do together, Maka-chan."

Maka's face turned crimson red as she couldn't believe how arousing it was to hear Soul say such downright explicitly dirty things to her.

"S-Soul…!"

She had only wanted affirmation as she remembered Eli's face, how she felt silly when that moment of jealousy crept into her heart. She wanted to tell her body to stop when it reacted to Soul's teasing, because it was ready for him at the drop of a hat. She felt like a wanton woman, and she didn't know what to do.

How could a gentle lick do so much things to me?

As she let out a moan with Soul's entrance that she had waited for, her mind refused to hold onto those issues any longer. She felt him inside her, and her body was enjoying this, way more than she cared to admit. She heard her lover release a low primal grunt and felt his grip around her fingers tighten.

"Soul…"

She looked up into his eyes as he gazed at her with unmistakable love and lust. He was relishing the first moment of being connected to her again.

"Maka, you feel incredible. Really … tight."

"Soul, you can move, it's not hurting me."

"That's good to know, because I'm not planning on holding back."

Before Maka could respond, Soul had started to move with such strength and ferocity that she had hardly any time to digest what was happening. His mouth was on her breasts, and then all over her ear and collarbone. The thrusting was strong and quick, the rhythm was unrelenting and possessive. Maka didn't know what to think, or even feel at any point. There were too many things going on.

Then it ceased momentarily.

"Soul…?"

Soul released her fingers and cradled her back with his arms. He lifted her up towards him and Maka sank deeper onto him. Slowly. The sound of their juices mixing together became audible as she took his length further in.

Maka released a feminine breathless moan, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the exquisite sensation. Her arms closed around Soul's neck and shoulders, steadying herself instinctively. Her fingers ran through his hair, a sensual gesture as Maka started to savour the new position.

"Maka… I'm so addicted to you."

Soul wasted no time in enhancing her pleasure. As he felt her legs wrap around him in a death grip, he held onto her shoulders and began thrusting. Maka bit her lower lip and gazed hazily at her lover, enjoying the sight before her. She secretly enjoyed seeing Soul with an unbuttoned shirt. It was just one of her quirks that made her enjoy their trysts better. An unbuttoned collar with a loose tie would do it for her too. Or a messy suit half-stripped from his arms as he drove into her, spelling a desperate want for her that he didn't even have time to take it off.

Ooh, that would be good too.

As Maka's hips developed a mind of its own, she took over the pace and began riding Soul quickly and commandingly. Soul growled as he tried to stabilise his breathing and regain control of his mind. It would be over too soon if he allowed his member to get its way with her.

"Maka… wait, not so rigorous…"

Soul couldn't object further as Maka slipped her tongue into his mouth, her hands firmly behind his head, sealing their kiss in a demanding manner.

Crap, Maka… I won't be able to hang on much longer. Too good...

As Maka released his lips slowly, she whispered breathlessly to him.

"I'm almost there. About… about now. Soul, release yourself in me. Let me… aah, let me feel you."

Soul couldn't believe what Maka had just told him, he was ready to spill into her in that moment. With a final hold on what little was left of his self-control, he took over and pushed Maka back onto her bed. Lips smashed together desperately as he thrusted ferociously into his Meister, building up towards the crescendo of finality for their bodies.

When Soul felt Maka break free from their kiss, writhing and arching below him, screaming his name with abandonment, he grabbed and pushed her hips down towards him. With a final thrust, his lover's name was all he could cry hoarsely as he shot deeply into her, Maka's inner convulsions triggering his release point.

He wanted Maka to have all of him. He wanted to mark her as his, with his seed in her body. The ultimate expression between a man and a woman. As he emptied himself into her with a force like no other, he held her hips possessively snug against him, not wanting to spill anything over.

Everything. You can even have my life. Take it. Don't reject me again like you did when we were kids. Open yourself to me. Give me your soul and your body. Let me do this to you as the man who took your virginity, as the only man who can satisfy you.

Maka had never felt this level of intensity before. They had their previous sessions which were passionate and overwhelming, but this one was simply mind-blowing. She was still shaking, being physically spent on a much more different scale. The heat from Soul was almost scorching, his waves flooding within her in torrents which she had never experienced before. She felt a connectedness that spoke to both of them with a grip that felt so desperate and deadly.

I'm yours. I'm completely yours. I cannot run and I cannot hide. No matter where I go, you always find me. Possess me whole. Be jealous because of me. Do what you want to me as your woman. I want that fire in your eyes when you look at me. I want you. You already own me, and I am powerless against you.

She reckoned she could get used to this.

Author's Comments:

OK, so I didn't reveal the masked man's identity. Ooops. I was writing this chapter with that in mind, but I completely side-tracked and ended up with this. Don't throw things at me! -dodges pens, basins and poo-

On another note, let me know what you think of this new chapter. I kinda want to explore the relationship between our favourite Meister and Weapon to a new level, and I'm playing along with the other relationship between Black Star and Tsubaki.

I'm happy with this season's anime selections. I'm watching a lot of 'em!

Hakuoki Season 2 (bishonens galore, woo hoo!)

Bakuman

Star Driver (love the pace and quirkly characters)

Otome Youkai Zakuro (a female otaku type of genre, makes me blush in some scenes. D'aww)

Sore demo machi wa mawatteru

Nuraihyon no Mago

Ore no Imouto ga konna ni kawaii wake ga nai (FTW!)

Togainu no Chi (makes me nosebleed too much, these handsome men)

Tsukihime (omigosh, I cannot empathise enough with the Amars, srsly)

Arakawa Under The Bridge x Bridge (enough said)

I am a very happy gal. =)