GlassAlice: So here's the much awaited chapter which i just had no idea what to type (why it took so long) and even then, it shouldn't have. I apologize for the wait, and i want to thank everybody who's keeping up with this story of mine. I'm really grateful and it means alot to get reviews, good or bad, so I hope you enjoy this chapter of Wonderful Nightmare!

Chapter 6: Staining of the Pure-hearted

"I never was the acting type." Maka yawned, shifting her position in her chair slightly.

"They called the agency and said that your perception of emotion during the interview was better than anything they had seen," Marie bounced around the meeting area in the lobby of the Hotel.

"My perception of emotion? All I did was mumble like an idiot and I practically died of embarrassment." Maka mentally smacked herself again for her mistake from back then.

"Really?" Marie stopped and bent over to look at the tired Maka, "The old man on the phone sounded really pleased. Show me what you did." Marie sat down in the seat in front of Maka.

Maka huffed before raising her shoulders, and thought of the most embarrassing thing she could. An event that happened the first time Black Star stumbled into the bathroom with her still in it, then ran next door to ask Soul if he wanted to see a special show.

I can't hit him enough for that.

She felt her face grow red, "Hmm…u-um..P-please." She snapped out of it and sat up straight again, like always, "Like that."

Marie stared at Maka before slamming her fists onto the table, "Brilliant Maka! You just showed love right? You were thinking of someone special right?" Marie gazed at Maka expectantly.

"Um, No. I was just at a loss of words of what to even say." Maka said puzzled.

Wait, she said I portrayed love? I got into the competition because I was over-thinking things???

"I showed love?" Maka questioned Marie once more, making sure that she had gotten her ideas straight on what happened now.

"Yep! Those flushed cheeks, trembling small body, up-turned eyes," Maries started to clap enthusiastically, "Love is in the air for Maka!"

Maka sank into her seat, realizing that her assumption was correct. She passed the interview phase because she was a bumbling moron who couldn't even look anyone in the eye. "Great." Maka sighed.

"Really Great!" Marie added.

"Miss Marie, you have arrived earlier than expected." A woman with glasses and a clean cut bob haircut stepped in front of Marie elegantly, with not even the slightest strand of hair getting out of place.

"Yumi!" Marie gasped, but caught herself afterwards, "I mean, Miss Azusa, you startled me greatly."

Azusa grinned slightly at her friend who was trying to sound as formal as possibly, "I apologize," she quickly regained her poker face, "Miss Maka Albarn?" Azusa looked Maka over.

"Yes." Maka stood up and bowed, her hair still looking like she just got out of bed, combed down quickly, "I hope to work well with the company." Maka looked up at Azusa who was nodding her head, as if accepting her politeness.

"I see, you left yourself as a blank slate so that the stylists could create the image they wanted. Thank you for considering the jobs of others." Azusa seemed pleased with Maka's thought process and turned around abruptly. She clapped her hands twice, "Right this way," and gestured toward the main lobby's elevator.

What does she mean 'thanks for considering the jobs of others?' I feel insulted for some reason.

Maka shrugged it off and walked toward the lobby's elevator.

oOo

"Manager," Maka said rhetorically to Marie, who was looking at her wide eyed as she sat in the chair, getting her make-up done by the make-up artist, "Do you have nothing better to do?"

Marie flinched, as if in shock that Maka talked in such a sharp tone with her, "Maka? What do you mean?"

Maka looked at the crestfallen Marie and diverted her eyes quickly before she gave in, "I mean…," Maka paused for a long time before mumbling, "never mind." Maka huffed and sat back up straight in her chair. Marie titled her head slightly, wondering what it was about.

A knock on the door before it was abruptly opened by one of the staff, "Miss Marie, we need some assistance on the schedule set up." Marie leaped up from her kneeling position, not being careful enough to not show any cleavage to the male staff, making him almost lose his train of thought, "T-this way Ma'am."

Marie flinched at the words, "Hey! I'm not that old!" Marie turned and gave a wink to Maka before closing the door behind her.

"Your first photo shots are with Soul. Red will be the main theme. Are you okay with this?" The make-up artist pointed to the dress hanging from the door. Maka simply nodded her head. "Kids these days, so showy huh?" Maka chuckled and almost messed up her make-up. "Careful now! I almost made a red line on your face!" Maka looked up at her before speaking.

"Make me look as ugly as possible if you could." Maka waited for the Make-up artists expression before speaking again, "Just kidding." She laughed, the make-up artist looked at her worried.

Doesn't matter what I look like, I'm not expecting much from him.

oOo

"Did they really change anything? I guess it's true, you could dress up a kid, but it will still look flat-chested no matter what you do to it." Soul shrugged.

Yep, wasn't expecting anything from him.

Maka stomped on his foot, making him look away and tremble in pain. "Maka!" Marie quickly walked up to Maka, panting, "I almost missed the shoot. Does everything fit okay?" Maka looked at Soul, making him snarl back.

"Albarn, Soul!" The female photographer yelled from behind the camera. Soul looked at the photographer and raised his hand up, as if a signal to say he was on his way. He looked back at Maka.

"What are you waiting for?" Maka nudged him. Soul took it to insult and walked away mumbling, "That's what I was going to ask you."

"Maka?" Marie was still checking if everything fit, "This dress looks conserved enough I think, you think so?"

Maka looked up at Marie, "Marie."

"Hmm?"

Maka turned towards the set up where the photo shoot was going to happen, "If you need to talk to your friend, its okay you know." Marie flinched and looked at Maka, studying her. "I know that you don't meet friends often, always taking care of me." Maka turned her head to the side, looking at Marie from her peripheral, "Go catch up okay?" Marie's eyes got wide before she got a grateful smile on her face.

"As you order, Maka!" Marie bounced happily towards the meeting room, where Azusa was supposed to be at the current time. Before she left, she turned towards Maka and mouthed, "Call if you need me." Maka nodded her head and walked over to the now impatient photographer.

"It's about time!" The photographer practically yelled, "Soul has been waiting forever you know!" Maka looked at Soul, who had obviously all the time in the world, seeing as how he was kicking back, flirting with the girls who bring fruit to the snack tables.

Maka smiled, thought it was twitching a bit, "I'm sorry to have wasted Soul's precious time." Maka walked over and grabbed Soul's arm, pulling him back to the layout that was supposed to be their shot. Just a white couch and a white bean bag with some white pillows lay around it. Surrounded by white walls that seemed to compliment the rest of the furniture, how it couldn't, who knows?

"Time to get things dirty," Soul picked up a pillow and smirked at Maka.

Maka, who wasn't that used to the dirty jokes just yet, picked up a pillow and hurled it at him, red faced, "You talk too much."

Soul smirked, staring intently at Maka's movements. She fidgeted under his animal-like gaze (A/N: Ahh, I feel so lame right now). She shifted her foot to the left slightly, looking down to see if there were any pillows in her way.

As she looked back, she could only see the residual image of something swinging around her and scooping her waist, pulling her forward. She shut her eyes halfway through, so when she opened them, and finally got them to focus, all she could see was a broad chest with a red shirt flimsy-ly thrown on top of it. "And you think too much," Soul chuckled.

Maka looked up at the blank looking Soul, who was just gazing at her now. She averted her eyes, a bit uncomfortable.

If this is the practice for the photo shoot, then I shudder to think what the actual thing is like.

A click noise went off in the back of Maka's ear drums. Her eyes got wide as she glanced over at the photographer, who was clicking her camera nonstop.

Wait, It starts now?!

She looked up at Soul, who was waiting for her to make a move.

"Show love!" The photographer yelled in her crackling impatient voice.

There's that word again.

Maka sighed, making Soul lose his balance for a moment. She looked up.

"Seduction!" The photographer yelled again.

Oh! I think I can do that. Let's see, I just…

Maka reached her hands up Soul's leg from their previous dangling position. Slowly making her way up to his chest, he shuddered with every movement, not used to her slightly cold touch. Maka wrapped her arms around his back.

He smells like he bathes in colon.

She shook her head and glanced over at the camera from the corner of her eyes. Soul reciprocated her movement.

Maka got close to his face, standing on her toes, feeling like she was about to fall over. When she got close enough to feel his breath on her face, he whispered, making chills go down her spine, "What now little puppy~" He pulled her closer.

The shoot went on for another hour.

The film was taken to the red room.

Maka slumped over onto the couch. Soul just walked over to the snack table and looked around. Maka huffed, "Miss your Fruit girls much?"

Soul turned and smirked, "Jealous much?" Maka went blank faced and picked up a pillow, hurling it at him, hitting him much harder than the one from before did.

"Don't flatter yourself," Maka mumbled.

Soul ignored her embarrassed self, as much as he would have liked to press further into the reasons for it, he had other things on his mind. "Anyway, it's almost about time for him to get here anyway."

"Him?" Maka slid into a laying position on the couch.

"Yeah, Kid." Soul smirked.

Maka shot up in her seat, quickly getting up and grabbing the slippers by the bean bag that the staff left for her to use.

"Where are you going," Soul was too late, she was already dashing down the hall, "hey?!...Man, so not cool." Soul was left with no more girls around him.

oOo

Maka made it back to her dressing room without running into anybody relatively important, just some staff members.

Sanctuary!

Maka leaned up against the dressing room door, sighing in relief.

Hell if I'm going to be called disgusting for no reason again.

Maka smiled, opening her dressing room door, believing herself to be safe.

"Maka! You got here early just like they said!" Maka turned to see a big-busted black haired Japanese woman.

"Tsubaki?" Maka questioned for a moment, "Tsubaki!" Maka grinned, realizing it was her best friend and not mister black suit in disguise. "Yeah, I thought I'd get this done so that I could head on home and get to studying for the exams in school next week."

"Oh! Right, you don't get home schooled right? Well good luck Maka. They said you finished already, so I suppose you just have to wait until Kid gets here right? Then you're all done." Tsubaki clapped, despite Maka's dissatisfied face at the very mention of such a person. "Oh!" Tsubaki stopped mid-clap, "I almost forgot didn't I? The other reason I came to see you."

"Hmm?" Maka was in a relatively good mood now, seeing as how she had another girl who she could relate to with her. So it all could only go downhill from there.

Tsubaki stepped to the side, revealing a slightly tall, pale, golden-eyed, black haired, three white stripes, black suited guy. "He was looking for you Maka." Tsubaki smiled, unbeknownst to everything. Maka frowned, almost unsurprised that she didn't notice his glare earlier.

Of course, there go my eyes with the selective sight again, just looked over something I'd rather not see.

"There's a problem."

Maka flinched, surprised to see that the word "disgusting" was nowhere to be found it that sentence. "Huh?" She said out loud, making herself sound like a comedian in a skit.

"Come."

Maka was surprised that that sentence didn't have it either. Maka followed him, waving goodbye silently to the smiling Tsubaki.

oOo

It's been longer than ten seconds now, and he hasn't even said anything having to do with trash to me yet.

It makes me sort of warm of fuzzy inside, but at the same time, it's too unnatural.

I'm slightly worried.

Maka walked slower, lost in thought.

"Hurry up, you filth."

Maka flinched at his harsh tone.

Ah~ There it is.

Such a rush of familiarism.

Much more natural.

Maka followed him to the meeting room.

GlassAlice: Okay! That's the end of that chapter! And on to the next one, which I am typing right now! No lie man! Look forward to it.

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