Oh! So this was a lot faster than I expected. I'm glad I was able to do this so quickly (not to mention that I am quite happy of how it turned out once more) So I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did.

Read On to Chapter 11 of…

Wonderful Nightmare

Chapter 11: For His Eyes Only

Maka shifted through some of her belongings, "I swear I put it in here." She scratched her head, dumbfounded, "Darn it, I got the day off today because I finished the interview yesterday and I can't even find it!" She slumped down onto the table and made growling sounds, "Argh!" She banged her head on the table. "Tired." Too frustrated to even lift up her head, she closed her eyes and started to breathe in and out lightly.

A banging on the door interrupted her brief moment of solitude. She set her hands on the table and pushed herself up, slumping over to the door before opening it slowly. "I should've known." She ruffled the back of her head. "What does the infamous Soul Eater have in store for me today?"

"Change into this." Soul pushed the bag towards her chest, practically forcing her to take it so that it didn't fall onto the floor. He pushed his way into her apartment, "Unless you want to make me think you need help putting it on, you should stop looking at me like that."

Maka looked into the bag, "What exactly do I gain from this?" Maka peered into the boutique bag and starting shuffling the items in it around, "Are these new?"

"Just Trust Me." Soul sat down at the table, "Hurry alright?"

oOo

Maka stepped out of the front door of the Shibusen Talent Agency Apartment Complex, fully decked out in navy blue jeans, white v-neck shirt with a gray undershirt, and leather dark brown jacket with light brown boots. Her hair was let down and bangs combed straight by Soul, who said the pigtails look wasn't really going to work with the outfit.

"Do people really like this hairstyle for me? I swear, it's so troublesome, every time the wind blows, it just goes whichever way it wants to." Maka tugged a bit at her hair, missing the usual loose pigtails she wears at home.

"It looks good on you." Soul, who was walking beside her in jeans, a black belt with chains and a plaid black and red long sleeve shirt with various designs on the pockets and back, pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Maka stared at him as they walked towards the bus stop.

Soul noticed the look she was giving him and he shuffled his phone back into his back pocket, "What?"

Maka turned away from him, "Oh, just, not like you to give compliments."

Soul laughed, which made Maka flinch, since she had no clue what the reason was for the sudden outburst of laughter, "I think I owe you that much."

"Owe me?" Maka asked puzzled.

"Hey put these on," Soul handed her a pair of huge sunglasses, the kind that celebrities are usually seen wearing, they were shaded a tint of brown.

Maka took the glasses, "Of course he doesn't answer my question." She put them on and stuck her hands in her pockets. "So what's the occasion?"

Soul looked down the road, "A date," he took out a pair of black shaded sunglasses for himself, "The Bus is coming."

oOo

"I don't believe it." Maka walked angrily, her arms crossed, down the street.

"Oh you caught me." Soul smirked at her anger, drawing all the more attention to themselves after he showed his ever sexy celebrity smile. People glanced at the two of them as they passed by, many mumbled things about their showy appearances, mostly the guys who passed by anyway.

"Hey, take a look at that, you check out her legs?"

"Oh yeah, what I wouldn't give. Looks like she has a man though."

"He's nothing, I could take him."

"They should know that we can hear them." Soul clicked his teeth, displeased with the way he was being belittled.

"Are they really that long looking? I always thought they were stubby." Maka took longer steps so she could take more glances at her legs.

"They are, always will be." Soul flipped out his phone again, this time staring at the screen for a longer time than the last.

"How kind of you." Maka returned to her normal walking stance, making sure to manage in a stomp on his foot before doing so.

Soul recoiled his foot, limping a bit afterwards, though still managing to stick his phone back into his pocket, "Well while we're sharing secrets, you should know that I found Black Star's new album in your mp3 player."

Maka turned to and smiled fakely him, "I'm resisting the urge to kick you in the shin right now, since we're attracting too much attention at the moment." She motioned towards the people who were now stopping to take a second glance at them.

Soul took a glance around them, "Oh, should we give them something to look at?" Soul turned towards Maka, smirking his every annoying smirk. Maka didn't answer him, but instead kept on walking in front of him, forcing him to move along and follow her. "You don't even know where we're going do you?"

Maka shifted the glasses on her face, "Anywhere's better than being here with your flashy self."

Soul stepped in front of her, "We're almost there." He stopped at a crosswalk and turned right, heading across the street along with the group that had already been doing so.

Maka walked quickly to keep up with him.

We're too far from the apartments for me to head back without even doing anything anyways.

Maka shrugged to herself while she followed Soul into a building that had the words, 'Noodle Gods,' on the front of it. Maka contemplated the thought of such a thing, not exactly paying any attention to her surroundings. "Noodles with holy powers. Special attack, Shaky Noodle!" She laughed as she imagined a giant noodle wobbling back and forth in front of evil doers, forgetting that she wasn't by herself. Soul, who had been apparently speaking with the chef of the Noodle restaurant, stopped his conversation mid-sentence, surprised by her sudden outburst.

He turned back towards the chef, "And make sure her noodles are extra fresh, don't want her to go any more insane than she already has." The chef laughed heartily before returning to his work.

"It's called imagination." Maka sat down at the counter seat, making sure that her body language showed how dissatisfied she was.

"It's called 'insanity.'" Soul mocked her. He took the seat next to her and took the glasses off of his face, making Maka start to become paranoid.

"H-hey, are you sure you can just take those off?" She looked around worried; trying to make sure that no one had noticed him yet.

"It's fine; a lot of celebrities come here to eat." Soul peered over the counter to check on the status of his noodles.

"Yeah, a lot of Soul Eater's just pass by through here every day." Maka shifted her elbows onto the counter and rested her face into her palms.

"Two special orders, on the house," the chef placed two bowls of noodles with condiments in front of Soul and Maka, "for the pretty lady." The chef pointed to Maka with his thumb and gave a smile before returning to the kitchen.

Maka watched the chef leave, and then turned to Soul, "Hey, hey, he called me pretty."

Soul picked up his chopsticks and separated them, "I didn't know that you get you jollies off of old men calling you pretty." He slurped up some of his noodles.

"Jollies? I swear, B.J. seems to be influencing everyone these days," Maka shuddered at the thought of everyone using such words, in the same way that B.J. always did during breaks from her shoot. "And that's not it." She leaned over her bowl of noodles and dipped her chopsticks in, swirling them around.

Soul noticed that she was still wearing the sunglasses he gave her and chuckled, "You're fogging them up with the steam, and I told you it was fine to take them off." He leaned in front of her to reach for them. "And what do you mean 'that's not it?'"

Maka avoided his hand unconsciously, taking them off herself, "If I can make people happy like that, I feel like I've done my job well." She slurped a lot of noodles.

"It's just an appearance," Soul returned to his noodles, a bit less enthusiastic now.

"Appearance is just a part of it. It's all about attitude Soul." Maka pointed her chopsticks at Soul, "Attitude!" She dipped them back into the noodles to grab a piece of meat.

"Yeah, pretty sure you have a lot of that going on." Soul reached into his pocket for his cell phone and while checking it, he dipped chopsticks back into the bowl, but missed it completely because Maka had pulled the bowl away from him.

"Noodles confiscated." She began to eat his share of noodles along with her own.

"You," Soul gave up, slipped his phone back into his pocket and rested his head in his palm, "You're really going to get a lot of carbohydrates from that you know."

Maka turned to him, laying his now empty bowl of noodles in front of him, "I know. That's why we're going to jog back home." Soul laughed at her as she finished off her own noodles.

Soul raised his hand, "Chef, another special bowl!"

oOo

"Do I just press the button?" Maka's eyes scanned over the controls.

"How should I know?" Soul scratched his head, "It's kind of cramped isn't it?"

"Okay! I think I got it!" Maka turned towards Soul, who had joined her in front of a standing photo booth, in which a curtain was behind them, blocking them from pedestrian view. "Take off your glasses!" Maka took her glasses off and grinned into the camera, eyeing Soul to make sure he did the same.

The click went off once, before giving another warning that it was going to take another one in three seconds. Maka made a different face, and nudged Soul to do the same. Another click, another countdown. Maka looked over at Soul, who was now disinterested, and for some reason, was trying to inch his way away from her as much as possible. Maka reached up and grabbed his face, raising his cheeks into a smile, against his will.

He broke free from her grip, "What the heck Maka?"

Maka ignored his outrage and looked at the screen to see how they turned out, "Ooh, it turned out pretty good." Soul peered over her shoulder to see what she was doing; he flinched when she turned around suddenly, "Look Soul, You're Super Mario!" Soul looked at the screen, in which Maka had taken a Super Mario cap and moustache and pasted them on his face in each photo, making the last of the photos looks especially horrible.

Soul touched the screen for more options before Maka could hit the print button, "If I'm Mario, then you're my Luigi." He dragged a Luigi hat and moustache onto her face in each picture.

Maka laughed and pushed for a castle background in one of them, a Yoshi egg background in another and a golden star background in the last one. She wrote their names at the bottom of each in different font, "Print!" She pushed the print button.

"Hey wait!" Soul was watching the pictures change, not realizing that she was really going to go for the moustache, he had blanked out. The pictures came out at the bottom, each one a sticker, "You actually printed it." He shook his head at the shame of his bushy moustache.

"A copy for each of us," She handed him a copy of the three picture stickers and slipped back on her glasses, "C'mon Soul."

Soul put on his glasses as she had done and started to follow her, he pulled out his phone and stared at it with a black face, when he looked up, she wasn't walking in front of him anymore in that cheerful way she had been doing ever since they left 'Noodle Gods.' He looked around frantically, calming down when he saw she had stopped just a few feet behind him and was staring at a poster display in the window of the book store. He walked back to her. "Hey, what is it?" He stood behind her and moved his head back and forth to see what she was looking at.

Maka moved forward a step and turned towards him, "Hey, I'll be right back alright?" She walked into the store, leaving Soul to lounge outside until she came out again. He didn't follow her, thinking that if he did, it wouldn't be in his best interests, since there were probably going to be magazines of his face everywhere. Maka walked over to the 'new releases' section of the store. Her eyes scanned the shelves for that familiar cover. She stopped mid-search, finally finding what she was looking for.

oOo

Maka left the bookstore to find Soul waiting for her near a railing for the street.

He stood up when he saw her come out, "Took you long enough," Maka walked over to him, he started to walk with her down the sidewalk again, "Any longer and I would've ended up on television again."

Maka thought back to the celebrity news special, when they had 'spotted Soul Eater,' she laughed.

"So what did you buy?" Soul flipped out his phone to check it again, making Maka think that answering his question without his full attention would be a waste of time, but she did it anyway.

"I lost my copy of my new album. So I bought another one. This was one of the last three left in the store apparently." She reached into the book store bag and pulled out her album, 'Evolution,' the front cover featuring a photo of herself, standing next to a snowman, herself and it wearing matching scarves, her cheeks flushed a light pink from the cold, only her nose up showed from the neck of her jacket. Her hair in its usually loose ponytails, "I told him not to take a picture of it." Maka laughed.

Soul slid his phone back into his pocket and took a glance at the album in her hands, "At least it's not a bikini picture on the cover like most of the albums are these days. Then again, that muscle head, B.J., is the one who took this one, so it's different from those."

"Soul?" Maka looked up at Soul, who didn't return the glance, "Why the 'date'?"

Soul still didn't look at her, but smirked once more, "Well, I owe you for not listening to your whole story about the reason you model. I should've known that there was more to it than you were letting on. Sorry about that."

"Thought so. And it's no problem, don't worry about it." Maka looked back down at her album, the mood was getting tense. "Sorry to say, you're scheme was obvious." Maka started to laugh again, lifting the mood that was about to go into a pitfall.

Soul returned her laugh, "When'd you notice-"His laughter stopped when his pocket started to vibrate suddenly, he reached in and pulled out his cell. This time cringing by what was on it, he answered the phone. "Yeah?" He didn't look at Maka, who didn't look at him either. "Right. Wasn't that settled already? Another one? Alright. Yeah. Okay." He hung up the phone and looked at Maka, his cringe still shown on his face.

She turned back towards him and grinned, "Go then slacker!" She held up her hand for a hi-five. Soul was unsure at first, though returned the hi-five anyway. He turned on his heel and started to sprint in the other direction.

He yelled to her before he got too far away, "Don't look at it without me!" He pointed to her hands and ran off.

Maka looked down at her hands, the album in its bag sat temptingly. "No fair. Get your own damn copy!" She yelled.

oOo

Maka took a look at the person in front of her. "So, you're Ox Ford?"

Not really what I expected.

The person in front of her readjusted his glasses, making them almost blind Maka with the gleam that radiated off of them and his weirdly bald head, "Correct, co-manager for the time period in which you will be working on this project." His hair that looked like lightning bolts on the side of his head didn't move as he worked, making Maka's eye twitch at the annoyance of it all.

"Nice to meet you." Maka bowed to him, not very fond of him in any way. She turned towards Marie, who was sitting next to her in the lounge of the supposed meeting place for her next job proposal, "Though I haven't accepted it yet." She gave Marie a stern glare.

"Not what I have been reported." Ox shuffled through various papers.

I don't like him already.

Maka held back the urge to break his glasses then and there, so as to save herself from the future torture, "I haven't though, since it is something I've never done before."

Ox looked back up at Maka, "Are you backing down from this challenge?"

Maka stood up and pumped her fists, "No!"

Ox looked back down, satisfied, "Than I look forward to working with you."

Tricked!

Maka sat back down, deflated. Marie next to her tried her best to keep Maka's anger off of herself, "Maka as a boy for her next ad though seemed a bad idea at first. However, cross-dressing as a boy for a few pages in this magazine would increase her female fan base. I'm glad the president thought so as well and provided us with this job instead of another model. Thus, we are thankful." Marie picked up the month's 'DC' magazine, which always features celebrity news.

Maka grunted at Marie's enthusiasm to have her dress up as a boy. In truth, Maka wasn't really sure how to take this offer as.

Weird that they even have anything like this. I've never seen any other model do something like this before either, at least not in Shibusen.

Maka rubbed the back of her head.

It's interesting though isn't it?

For some reason, I'm slightly excited.

Maka felt her excitement increase as Ox Ford went over the details.

More ranting right? But I can't help but do it whenever it's Maka with another Male, in a weird situation. Thank You All for Reading and Reviewing and Supporting this Story!

Review, because Maka and Soul get their "jollies" off of it.