Alice: Alright! So here's chapter four of "Wonderful Nightmare!" I really hope it answers some of the questions from the last chapter! Read on man! Haha

Chapter Four: Lucky Number 7

"There's really no fighting it is there?" Maka stood, dumbfounded, after just coming back home from getting some food from the snack machine on floor five.

At least it doesn't freak me out anymore that he just appears here.

"Yo Maka!" Black Star was there, sitting at her living room table, starting up with the same greeting as always.

"How'd you get in by yourself again?" Maka sighed as she walked into the kitchen and got out two cups for them both.

"Oh! I almost had to break the door this time! But the landlady from floor four helped me out." Black Star grinned.

"Now people are beginning to help you?" Maka grunted.

He's back again; does he really have nothing else to do? Especially on my day off to. If I hadn't opened the door for him last night, I really wonder what he would've broken that time.

"You know Maka; it always smells really girly in here. Soul says it dampens his coolness level and that you should make it muskier in here." Black Star layed down on the floor.

"Than you should stop breaking and entering and just leave me alone," is what Maka really wanted to say, but she was too tired to retort.

At least his accomplice, Soul, doesn't appear out of nowhere like him.

A knock on the door drew Maka's attention from the complaining Black Star.

Maka was about to make her way towards it when she remembered, "If Black Star is here, then the other one always follows."

She decided to ignore it.

The knocking got louder.

"You're not gonna answer that Maka?" Black Star sat up, "Then the great Black Star will get it for you!" Black Star got up quickly.

Maka immediately grabbed the nearest book off of her book shelf and threw it at his face. She closed the living room door behind her and ran to the front door, opening it with haste and showing a fake smile to the man at the door.

"Yes?"

"Letter here for Miss Maka." It was a postman wearing a brown jumpsuit.

"Oh thanks." Maka signed what he told her to sign and took the letter from him.

Maka shut the door behind her and walked slowly back into the living room. When she slid the door open, Black Star was still on the floor, rolling around and gripping his forehead.

She sat down at the table and put the letter down. She stared at it for a moment before picking it up again and ripping it open at the fold. She unfolded the pink slip inside and read the first word written on it out loud.

"Congrats." Maka said emotionless. She didn't have to read the rest to know what the letter was going to say, her head slammed down onto the table for lack of a better reaction for her to have.

Black Star immediately shot up from his rolling position and scooted over next to Maka, slipping the letter out from under her. His eyes scanned it and he got a smirk so wide it should be criminal spread across his face. "The Unbeatable team is forming! I must train harder so that I don't lose to Soul!" He dropped the letter down and ran towards the window, opening it and climbing through before shutting it behind him.

Maka watched him from her head on the table while he did it before grunting to herself and shaking her head no.

"Mr. Cool is going to ruin my day yet again."

OOO

"Isn't he just too cool?" Marie almost leapt for joy as Soul got out of the Shibusen bus in front of the TV station.

"Yeah, he's Mr. Cool," Maka said sarcastically.

Soul was wearing a black headband, a black tank top undershirt and an orange tank top with a Shibusen brand 'Weapon' design on it on top. Which he topped all off with some black baggy jeans. His hands in his pockets and his slumped over shoulders just screamed, 'Cool.'

Maka sighed, she was wearing her hair back in a loose ponytail, with her bangs still out, combed to look straight by Marie, with hair clip with a string of cherry blossoms hanging from it where her ponytail started. She was wearing a light pink dress with short frills at the bottom and a Shibusen 'Meister' design on it, a light brown loose scarf and a long chain with white beads on it, all topped off with a pair of light brown boots with beige pom-poms hanging off of them. Some random jewelry on her wrist and ears made her look like a girl in love, just waiting for her date.

"I would've preferred anything green or blue. Even yellow would've been fine. But…pink?" Maka picked up the end of her dress that went to her knees and looked at Marie.

"But you look so much cuter in pink clothes!" Marie protested, "The wardrobe girls worked hard on your outfit you know?"

Maka huffed, "I know, and that's why I'm wearing it."

"Oh! Maka you look so cute! The makeup artist really did a great job!" Marie looked at Maka with starry eyes.

"I got it, I got it." Maka chuckled.

Soul was being swarmed by reporters and the fact that he wasn't answering any of their questions didn't help.

As he got closer, Maka waited for him to look up, to notice her; after all, they were supposed to meet each other there. Soul got closer but there was no sign yet that he had even felt her presence at all. He passed her, in all his glory and continued on. The reporter mob followed after him as Maka shook with fury. Maka was about to bust out when one of the reporter from the mobs stopped as she passed her. The woman reporter stared at awe at Maka.

"Maka Albarn yes?!"

Soul flinched and stopped dead in his tracks, but Maka didn't notice it.

"Oh my! I barely recognized you!" This woman was apparently also a fan of Maka's, "Every time you do a photo shoot, you always look different, my niece really admires you, could you answer a few questions?"

Maka became suddenly docile and nodded yes.

"Oh Thank you! Then, you are currently-"

Before the reporter could finish her question, Soul appeared behind Maka.

"Who do you think you are to ignore me, Little Puppy?"

Maka flinched and turned her head up at him. He wasn't looking at her at all, but instead at the reporter woman, with a huge fake grin plastered onto his face.

The reporter mob that was following Soul earlier were now surrounding the two of them. Literally 'bombing' them with questions.

"Since when have you two been seeing each other?!"

"Is this for promotion?"

"How was Miss Maka able to tame Soul's cool boy attitude?"

Maka raised her eyebrow. "What?" Was all she could say.

Soul grabbed her arm and pulled her to turn around, "Really, it seems your leash is too loose these days. Sorry, gotta be on our way." His gripped forced Maka to move forward with him swiftly as the mob followed behind them.

Maka furrowed her eyebrows at him, "What are you saying?" She whispered to him.

"You shouldn't just ignore a celebrity." Soul growled back.

"Ignore?! Looks who's talking! You're the one who passed by me!" Maka argued, but before she could get her answer, they arrived at the door of the TV station. Maka looked back to see Marie waving goodbye at her from back where she was originally standing.

"We Coworkers must say goodbye to you guys now." Soul pushed Maka through the automatic door and followed behind her.

Maka heard all of the reporters outside sigh from Soul's use of the word 'co-workers' since they just lost what could've been a juicy story.

"Don't worry, they wouldn't post a rumor without evidence if it means having to deal with Shibusen's president, Shinigami." Soul said to Maka, while still holding onto her arm.

Maka stared at his arm.

"What-"

Before he could finish, he yelped out in pain, Maka had karate chopped his arm and he immediately let go of her.

"Why!"

"Before you ask, I'll tell you right now that I don't like you at all!" Maka glared at him.

Soul just furrowed his brow.

"I just like your voice! Nothing else about you attracts me towards you," Maka huffed as she stomped down the hallway. She stepped in front the main floor elevator. She pressed the button and waited.

She trembled when she noticed a figure behind her. "What?!"

"You're attracted to me?" Soul smirked.

"Wha?! No! Didn't I just say I wasn't?!" Maka yelled.

"But wasn't that you just being stubborn?" Soul leaned forward towards her and his grin got wider, showing his rather sharp teeth off to the world.

Maka stepped back from him and looked at him puzzled, "No. It meant that I really am not attracted to you, just your voice. Why would I say something I don't mean?"

Soul stared at her dumbfounded before sighing and standing back up straight again, "I see. I guess I admire you for that then."

"Thank you." Maka nodded her head yes.

Soul rubbed his head, confused, "Well, I have to get to sign in at the front desk before going up to the judging station, so just tell them I'll be there soon." Soul stumbled off and turned the corner.

Maka smacked her hands to her cheeks as soon as he did, "Blushing because I'm angry. I'm just blushing because I'm angry." Maka chanted to herself. She turned back towards the elevator door that wasn't there yet. She started to hum the song 'Monster.'

Yet, for some reason, while she was humming it, she couldn't get the tune down for it. She had a rough time just silently singing the chorus.

"Ah, completely different from the real thing. I guess it's just his effect." She sighed.

"I concur."

A voice said behind her, making her jump and almost fall over. She stumbled forward and turned back to see some pale guy with black hair, with some odd three stripes on one side standing there. She swears she had seen him before.

"Ah, yeah." Was the only answer she could come up with, between being surprised and trying to figure out where she had seen him before that is.

The elevator door dinged open and the guy didn't even wait for her to gather herself and step on, he just stepped on in front of her as he nudged her out of the way.

Maka was partly offended, but the other part of her didn't care. She was about to step on when the guy with the awkward hair pressed the door close button, making the door almost close on her. She stopped them with her hand before they did.

"Um!" Maka thought that maybe it was just an accident, so she blew it off, "You press the numbers to select your floor." She just assumed he was confused, and she tried to get on once more.

This time, it was quite obvious that he had indeed pressed the door close button. She stopped the doors again, "Hey!"

"Disgusting." Was what the guy huffed at her. She stood in shock, again, it was like this had happened before, something exactly like this.

"Disgusting…Me?"

As the doors closed on the shocked Maka, she finally remembered, "Ah! You're the guy from the other elevator!" She gasped, but it was too late, the doors already closed and the elevator gone. She stared at the doors for a moment before throwing her purse at them. "Dammit! Again! He did it again!"

OOO

Maka was scowling the whole way up to the waiting room for the second phase of the interview.

There were at least twenty other models there, one of them, she noticed, was the big breasted girl of all men's dreams.

"Tsubaki." Maka said her name with interest as she watched the girl, Tsubaki, talk with two other models whom she also recognized from the covers of some magazine.

"Tough competition." Maka sighed as she sat down in one of the chairs stationed around the room. She looked into her purse and pulled out her number, "Number 7, well what a coincidence." (A/N: Maka lives on the 7th floor of her apartment, in room 707.)

Maka pinned the number onto her shirt and looked around the room again. She happened to hear two girls talking about the competition.

"I heard that they brought 'Kid.' The 'Kid!'"

"Yeah! And that only if the group of judges, including 'Kid' and 'Soul Eater,' decide that they like how your do in their photo test will you able to advance to actually modeling with Soul!" The second girl fumed, mad that it wasn't that easy to meet a celebrity.

I beg you to just switch places with me for one day, then see if you're still getting mad about not having to deal with him face to face yet.

Maka sighed, "So…I have to pass a test first? Then model…then commercial? Why so many steps?"

"It's because there is a secret agenda behind selecting the model for the commercial." A voice said next to Maka.

Maka turned to her left and found the girl, Tsubaki, sitting next to her, smiling widely. "Secret Agenda?"

"Yes Yes!" Tsubaki grabbed Maka's hands and shook them happily, "You'll see, You'll see." Tsubaki smiled innocently at Maka again before turning away from her and humming to herself.

Yeah, some tough competition.

'Tsubaki' is just a stage name, from what I heard. But besides that rumor, only her company knows her real last name, though there are guesses.

Long black hair, guess she wore it down just for this evaluation today. A V-neck t-shirt with a ribbon at the bottom of the V, with some random design I've never seen before. Definitely the cute type. Light jeans with some brown sandals and a few bracelets on her wrist.

Must become beautiful too Maka! You can do it!

Maka unconsciously raised her fist into the air in an attempt to cheer herself on. Tsubaki just sat and looked at her.

"Oh! Sorry." Maka put her hand back down.

The door to the waiting room opened and a man with a headset on appeared. Everyone's eyes had been immediately on the door as soon as it opened.

"Number 7!" He yelled into the room.

Maka stood up slowly and she looked at the other girls in the room, all of the judging her with their eyes.

"You're number 7? Good Luck alright! I'm number 14, let's wish each other the best~" Tsubaki smiled at Maka.

Maka nodded back and showed her a nervous smile. She shuffled over to the door of the waiting room and waved back at Tsubaki, who was waving at her as she left.

The man closed the door to the waiting room behind Maka. "This way Miss number 7."

Obviously, this man had met so many celebrities that he didn't even care what their names are anymore, at least that was the vibe that Maka caught off of him. She followed him, as he instructed, and as she did, she passed by several 'Soul Eater' and 'Black Star' posters.

"I'm sure one day, you'll be just as great as them." The man said, almost so emotionless that Maka didn't think he was being serious.

Must be what he says to everyone.

They arrived in front of two large double doors. The man opened the doors and stepped aside for Maka to follow him into the room.

"Please sit down in that seat," A judge, or at least someone she thought must have been a judge, directed towards Maka.

Maka stepped towards the seat in the middle of the room and sat down. It was a fairly large room, not too big though, about a little bigger than a two person hospital room. (A/N: Sorry! Please just use your imagination!)

Maka set her bag down and looked up to the judges, sitting up straight with a perfect posture.

"Relax Miss Number 7."

Maka heard a familiar voice say to her.

There, sitting in front of her, just as the gossiping girls anticipated, sat the 'Soul Eater.' Maka simply nodded yes and took a look at who was sitting around Soul.

Two middle aged women with smiles on their faces, easy enough. And then an older man, much older. The last judge, sitting right next to Soul, to whose figure Maka's eyes inadvertently avoided, was a black haired, pale man, with three awkward white stripes on one side of his hair.

The man was looking back at her too, staring quite intently with his deep yellow eyes, with not a single emotion showing on his face.

Maka flinched and looked down quickly.

I'm screwed aren't I?

Alice: That's it for now! Was it good? Then review!

I haven't said it yet i think, so THANKS FOR READING "Wonderful Nightmare!"