It's here! At last! So many things had to be done this week and this was on my checklist! I refuse to go two weeks without updating this story! So the next one will come soon alright?

Alot of things are discovered about background wise (age, place, etc.) so that i could answer some questions people had. I will continue to answer your questions, thank you for reading,

Wonderful Nightmare!

Chapter 9: Her Eye's Gaze (Part 2)

"I'm glad you decided to go ahead with the deal." B.J. smiled at Maka who was sipping her tea slowly, so as not to spill in the van.

"You're welcome," Maka nonchalantly sipped some more tea while B.J. felt a bit taken back by her words. He looked outside at the scenery passing by before turning towards Marie, who was bobbing back and forth, in and out of sleep.

"Don't fall asleep Miss Manager, we're almost there and it'd be a shame to miss Miss Maka's performance." Marie's eyes shot open at the sound of B.J. uttering her formal name. She looked up at him smiling before looking out the window quickly, about the die of embarrassment.

Maka looked outside the window, a forestry area with lots of greenery. It had felt like they had gone north from Death City (A/N: Official name of City Revealed, though it shouldn't be much of a surprise. In this story, Death City is not surrounded by Desert, instead it's just a normal City surrounded by other Cities, if that makes any sense), so despite the green trees, it was freezing outside, and B.J. had refused to turn on the heater because it wasted gas and the car's battery. Maka cuddled up in the blankets around her a bit more, blowing on the window, making condensation, and drawing pictures of Death City on top of the scenery going by with her fingertip. "It's cold here." Maka turned to look at B.J. "its further north right? Near the mountains?"

"That's right Miss Maka." B.J. started grinding up some coffee beans in a bowl with a large stone. "Would you like some coffee when I'm done? A cup of Joe perhaps?"

Maka shook her head, "No thanks. Coffee stains your teeth." Maka turned away from B.J. and looked back out the window of the forest green van there were in: an older version of the modern day Volkswagen, with three rows of seats, not including the driver and passenger, as if they were installed separately. "So you usually reject models and the like right?" B.J. turned towards Maka as he sipped the newly made coffee.

"That's correct; I have enough income to travel around, so why make my job about people who I rather dislike."

"Dislike?" Maka thought back to Black Star being rejected.

Well it makes sense that Black Star might rub some people the wrong way. But Tsubaki?

"No, Scratch that, not dislike," B.J. put his finger on his chin, "rather people I am not interested in. People who are easy to read are not interesting at all. Though people are always telling me that curiosity killed the cat." B.J.'s eyes seemed to glance at Marie behind them, but Maka thought nothing of it.

Maka continued to think about what she had just heard, a person who is not easy to read himself, is interested in other people like himself.

Yep, he's a weirdo.

Maka averted her eyes, a bit frustrated, and turned out towards the window once more, "Weird people make the best company though."

"You have that right Miss Maka." B.J. answered, not fully understanding where the sudden statement came from, but yet not caring in the least.

oOo

"Bad mood Miss Maka?" B.J. laughed as he readjusted his camera on its stand.

"That Miss Maka of yours is starting to become annoying." Maka shivered in the white shirt and shorts that she was made to wear, "Where is the shoot going to be?" Maka stood behind B.J. looking behind him at the staff workers setting up the equipment.

"Right in front of you Miss Maka."

Maka urked at the uttering of the word 'miss' again. She turned towards B.J. when a sudden sheen came into view, making her eyes squint to see what was in front of her. Her vision cleared and the color blue shone in the morning sunlight. "A river?" Maka almost stumbled forward as she walked into the clearing and reached up towards the sun with both of her arms, feeling like she could clutch it to herself, "A river!" She suddenly ran forward into the river, kicking her feet about.

B.J. grinned behind the camera as he snapped shots of her flailing about, "Never been to a river before Miss Maka?"

Maka turned towards him and grinned, "Never!" She looked towards the sky again and tilted her head to and fro, feeling the rays of light warming up her body.

B.J.'s grin turned into a solemn look, "Why?"

Maka froze, before looking down towards the rushing water, passing by her feet, "No one ever took me, and I didn't think it would be this beautiful."

"Not even as a child?"

Maka's hand shot up towards her chest as she clutched the shirt where her heart would have been, "No, my papa was busy with work as soon as I got into middle school."

"Not in all of your sixteen years of life? What about your mother?" (A/N: Maka's age revealed!)

Maka turned towards B.J., a look of grief mixed with anxiety washed over her face; she stared at him with her green eyes that were reflecting the light of the flickering river beneath her.

"Done! Pack it up!" B.J. took one last shot before grabbing his camera stand and heading back to the van to load equipment. Maka flinched from the sudden outburst before calling out to him.

"Done already? Are you sure?" She made her way towards him.

"That's right, lots of good pictures you know." B.J. patted his camera bag before smiling at Maka, then climbing into the van with the rest of the staff, "Coming or would you wish to stay here?"

"Coming!" Maka yelped as she jumped into the van, remembering suddenly how cold it was outside. "Are we going to another place?" Maka buckled herself with a little difficulty.

"Many more after this Miss Maka. Of course we only have two more for today until the clouds come and begin to block the morning sun." B.J. looked out the window, "It would be a surprise if she sleeps through the whole thing." Marie lay in the seat next to him, asleep a little after he had told her not to be.

oOo

B.J. sipped his coffee as he adjusted his camera again, this time in a field of yellow flowers, to Maka's surprise, on a slight hillside. It the middle of a clearing in the woodlands.

"So you want me to frolic in the flowers?" Maka gripped the bottom of the yellow dress she was wearing, her hair in braids, different from the way she had had it down in the last area.

More Black Star and Soul's style. Hand in hand they would frolic in friendship.

Maka chuckled to herself when she heard a snap of the camera. "So laugh and frolic at the same time?"

"Act natural." B.J. sipped his coffee, pinky up; looking quite awkward when matched with his muscular body and shaved head. Maka laughed, another snap.

"Natural is what I'm best at, it's seduction and love that feels awkward for me." Maka thought to her past experiences, "Not saying I can't!" She waved her hands in front of her defensively. "Just awkward."

B.J. didn't say anything for awhile, making Maka not knowing what to do, she spun in a circle before falling back onto a bed of flowers, breathing out a held breath. B.J. stood up, setting down his coffee and grabbing his camera, now slightly hovering over her. "Why do you model Miss Maka?"

Maka looked up at him before averting her eyes while slightly tilting her eyes to the side, "Because maybe it will make mama come back. If she sees I'm a famous model, maybe…just maybe."

"Come back? Why did she leave?"

Maka clutched the earth beneath herself, she turned towards the flowers to her right, "That's what I would like to know."

oOo

The van stopped in front the agency apartments late at night, the door opened to reveal a tired manager and her talent.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Maka bowed to B.J. as Marie talked on the phone a little ways away from them.

"I was the one taking shots of your inner soul, so I thank you. One step closer to your evolution." B.J. smiled towards her before noticing the nervously mumbling Marie behind Maka. "Problem?" He said loudly enough to catch her attention.

Marie turned towards him slowly and smiled nervously, the voice on the other side seemed to be talking nonstop. "How'd the shoot go? Umm…" Marie looked up at B.J. until he held out his hand and gestured the phone to be given to him.

He put the phone to his ear, "Hello, B.J. speaking." B.J. paused before answering the other person, "Oh, it was a pleasure Sir Spirit."

Maka flinched and looked up at B.J.

Sir Spirit? Papa?

Maka covered her mouth, trying not to let out the laugh, fearing her father would hear her if she did.

I can't laugh but…'Sir Spirit'?

She struggled to keep it in.

"Thank you for the opportunity, I'll be visiting headquarters with the results from today on the morning of tomorrow. Please relay that message to the President. Goodbye." B.J. snapped the phone closed and gave it back to Marie, "You owe me Miss Manager. Don't fall asleep next time."

Marie smiled shyly a bit, something that Maka had never seen before. Maka looked back towards B.J., than at Marie, than at B.J. again. Both of them ogling each other with their eyes.

"Have a good night's rest, we start again in two days on Thursday." B.J. hopped back into the van, giving Marie a wink before closing the door.

Maka pointed to the van as it drove away, than back at Marie, than back to the van, "Would you like to inform me about this or should I save you the embarrassment?" Marie snapped her head towards Maka and shook her head back and forth.

"See you tomorrow Maka, have a good rest!" She ran towards the parking lot of the complex. Maka chuckled, picking up her green duffle bag (A/N: It's always with her on jobs.) and made her way towards the gate.

She waved to the two guards at the door and walked in, making her way towards the elevator. She pressed the button and waited a bit until it finally arrived and she stepped on. A song by an Artist 'Kim' was playing, called 'Witch List.'

Name's a pun, song is a rock out ballad.

Maka swayed back and forth at the tune until the elevator dinged to her floor, "Gotta make sure to get that on my iPod." She stepped off hesitantly as her favorite part came on. She stopped as soon as she did, spotting someone, tall, curvy and extremely purple person in front of her door, ringing the doorbell over and over.

Maka slowly walked over towards the figure, readying her bag for impact on the person's head. "Hello?"

The woman turned to Maka and got a wryly smile on her face. "Maka?" She walked forward and reached her hand out, "Nice to meet nya." Maka reached out her hand and shook the woman's. As she did, she got a better look at her.

Long Legs, hourglass figure, huge chest area, and the face of a flirtatious cat, which Maka thought was the most appropriate way to describe it. She wore a purple pair of short shorts and a tank top that was obviously too small. Her purple hair bounced as she shook Maka's hand eagerly. "Nice to meet you too, umm?"

"Oh! I live next door." The woman smiled and held up an empty milk carton. "You have some milk I can borrow?"

Oh! She must be Ox Ford right? But that's weird, her name doesn't match her appearance at all.

"Sure." Maka stepped towards her door.

"Soul was right, you really are utterly adorable Maka." The woman smiled as she twirled her finger in the air.

Utterly adorable. Oh! That's what I forgot to ask him yesterday! And he acted like normal too.

Maka's energy was literally pouring out of her as she slid into her apartment and grabbed some milk, before returning and handing it to the woman. "There you go."

"Thank you!" The woman gave Maka a hug, which Maka found quite strange, and uncomfortable since her chest was suffocating her. "The milk Soul brought last time was delicious. It's not 2% right? It's different really! By the way, my name is Blair, thank you again Maka~" Blair bounced to Maka's left, towards apartment 708 before opening the door and shutting it behind herself.

Maka stared at the door, her mind working as fast as she could make it work.

Blair? Not Ox Ford? Apartment 708? Soul's Apartment. The milk Soul brought last time. Soul said it was for his cat. The voice when I first met him. Always worried about his 'cat.'

Soul's woman?

Maka slumped back into the apartment, locking the door behind her as she lay onto the remains of the blankets used by Black Star and Soul earlier that morning.

"Soul has a woman?" Maka spoke out loud as she gripped the blankets underneath her, "Makes sense though, he is Soul Eater, the celebrity vocalist." Maka turned over and stared at the ceiling. "Didn't even ask him about the adorable thing and now I find out he has a woman."

Maka let out a frustrated moan.

It's slightly shocking.

Maka's eyes shot open as she sat up from her previous lying down position, her eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner. "Why do I even care?"

Maka paused and turned towards her left, apartment 706.

"And who the hell is Ox Ford Then?" Maka yelled as she threw the pillow at the wall.

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