A/N: Sorry I didn't leave an explanation on my last chapter, kinda forgot (-_-) This is my new Soul Eater multi-chapter story! The last chapter was basically an introduction/pilot for the awesomeness that is imminent. I have stuff pretty well figured out, thanks to sudden creative bursts at 1 o'clock in the morning ^_^ so I shall be updating pretty regularly. I hope you enjoy! Commentary welcome!

Chapter 2

Plane to Catch

Stupid Black*Star! Always ruining my cool moments! I left Maka waiting by the stairs as I went to go pay the tab. She leaned awkwardly against the wall, watching all the roving bodies, hand by the gun strapped to her thigh under her short dress. Man, I loved that dress. She wore a strapless black cocktail dress that accentuated all of her curves she magically developed when she turned 18, but not as much as Tsubaki. Now that chick was eye-candy.

Ok, focus, back to the bar tender. I approached the bar tender and whipped out a large wad of cash. This place wasn't cheap.

"For the Death party," I stated, slapping a few twenties on the counter.

The bar tender, a tall muscular man with one of those old fashioned handle bar mustaches, grunted with a nod. He wasn't much of a friend or foe, we just liked him because he kept quiet. We didn't want people knowing where our group met regularly, that would be so uncool.

I tossed another ten towards him, saying, "And that's for the chick who took our drinks."

The man nodded and grunted again, then went off to attend to other customers. I cooly turned around, ready to grab my partner and leave. She was still leaning against the wall, but a group of guys seemed to have migrated near her. The smart girl that she was ignored them with upturned nose, tapping her foot impatiently. Jeeze, why'd she have to wear that dress again? I'd forgotten what a creep magnet it was.

I strolled over nonchalantly and placed myself strategically between her and the creeps, leaning over her with my arm resting on the wall right above her head. She looked up at me crossly, her emerald eyes burning with the accusation of, "you're such a jerk."

"Ready to go, baby?" I asked, grinning at the look she was now giving me, but she didn't protest. She hated it when I called her that. Almost as much as flatty or tiny-tits . . . almost.

In one fluid motion, I slid my hand down the wall and linked her arm with mine, dragging her off to the car. I glanced over my shoulder, shooting a glare at the creeps. They looked a little disappointed. As they should be! Pervs!

Anyway, I lead her out to the little parking lot behind the nightclub, hitting the unlock button on the key chain. A sleek, black sports car with tinted windows and everything beeped and lit up a couple rows back. We hopped in and I sped off towards our apartment.

I unlocked the door to our apartment and entered, flicking on the light. Maka silently followed. Tossing the keys on the little kitchen table, I glanced at the clock: one in the morning. Lovely. Good thing it was Saturday. There were some scuffling sounds in the doorway. I looked towards the source and found Maka bracing herself with the door frame as she attempted to slip off her sexy stilettos.

"A little wobbly there, princess?" I jeered.

"Shut up!" she responded, flinging the last shoe off in my direction. She shut and locked the front door before trouncing off to her room, the door abruptly closing.

She's always so defensive when she's tipsy. I remember the first time I got her drunk on her 21st. Let's just say, she can't hold her liquor. I had taken her to the same nightclub we just left, only we were out on the dance floor and stuff. She started to get up on the tables and strip! I was about to enjoy the show, but Tsubaki shot me one of those glances that told me it would be best if I took her home. I had to sling her over my shoulder and carry her the whole way. She was still a little strung up when we arrived. I barely even set her down in the doorway when she jumped me, crashing her lips into mine, practically making out with me. An uncool guy would have taken advantage of her like that, but being the cool dude that I am, I simply picked her up mid lip-lock and plopped her in her bed. That was it. And for the record, that was the only time we've ever kissed. The next morning, after a cold shower and coffee, she was back to her usual, moody self, as if nothing happened. Honestly, I think she forgot. Chances are she was so wasted she probably doesn't even remember it was her birthday. From now on, I just make sure to keep an eye on how many glasses she's downed.

I chuckled softly to myself in the kitchen, recalling that night. I don't think I'll ever get to see her that wild again. Too bad too, cuz it was funny as hell!

I sauntered into my room, humming one of my latest piano tunes while taking off my suit coat and shirt. Bare chested, I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Night!" I called through Maka's door. No reply. Whatever.

I began scrubbing at my sharp, pearly-whites when I heard a soft voice next to me say, "Soul?"

I turned towards the meek voice all uncool like with a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth and toothpaste dribbling down my chin. Maka leaned against the door frame twisting her hands together awkwardly. She wore only a large t-shirt that was probably one of mine.

"Cha?" I asked, more foam dripping past my lips.

"Good night, Soul," she replied softly, then left followed by a soft click of her bedroom door.

Okay . . . that was interesting.

Soon after, I passed out in my own bed, not even bothering to shut the door.

I awoke to the sound of humming and the shower running. Probably Maka. I don't know when she picked up that habit, but she would hum now in the mornings. As if she wasn't already annoying enough so early! I grunted and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep. My head kept swimming. Hangover? Couldn't be, I didn't have that much to drink. Damn humming. Seriously, it's not like she's that great at it either. Always off tune, I would know.

The shower suddenly stopped, but the humming didn't. Great. As if to make matters worse, the phone rang. Loud as hell, too. I waited. Of course, tiny-tits wouldn't get it. I grumpily rolled out of bed and slouched my way to the kitchen.

I almost dropped the phone twice before it finally found its way to my mouth.

The voice on the other end was almost frantic. "Soul? Soul? Is that you?"

"Yeah, yeah, what do you want?"

"Soul, it's Kid."

"Yeah?"

Kid sighed on the other end. "Just put Maka on. I have a feeling she won't fall asleep while I'm talking."

"Hold on, she's in the shower. MAKA!"

"WHAT?" she screeched from the bathroom.

"Phone!"

"WHAT?" she screeched again, whipping open the door this time. She was still wet and only had a towel wrapped around her thin frame. It's not like this was the first time I've seen her like this, we live together for crying out loud, but I still found it hard to be coherent when she was like that, even if she was blazing angry at me.

"Phone! It's Kid," I responded, holding out the phone to her.

She marched over and snatched the phone out of my hand. The scent of her honey lotion wafted in my direction, temporarily distracting me. "And you couldn't take the call because . . . ?"

"I just woke up, woman! Don't expect me to think straight!"

"And I just got out of the shower!"

"So?"

"'So?' Soul, you're such a jerk sometimes!"

"And you're such a bitch sometimes!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

". . . Um . . . hello?" came a weak voice out of the phone. Shit, we both forgot we were arguing about the phone call.

"Kid? Oh, I'm so sorry! What's up?" Maka piped up, expression changing almost immediately.

"Uh, yeah . . . well anyways, Maka," Kid began. I growled and started making some coffee. Maka absent mindedly strolled towards the steamy bathroom, out of ear shot.

"Uh huh . . . really? . . . oh ok . . . right away? . . . uh huh, I see. Alright, we'll be there! . . . yep! You too, Kid! Bye!" She pressed the off button and placed the phone on the small kitchen table, dropping the cute girl persona.

Without missing a beat, she marched back to the bathroom, announcing, "We've got a plane to catch at three," and slammed the door shut.

"I thought you said pack for a few days?"

"Soul, this is me packed for a few days!"

"Yeah, if we were hiking to Hawaii!"

"You know what? We don't have time for this right now. Just call the cab."

"Fine. Jeeze woman."

Maka grumpily marched off, probably to try to figure out a way to box up her dresser or something. I whipped open my cell phone and dialed the number for a cab. We had only an hour to get to the airport and catch that plane. Apparently Kid just received orders from his father to go investigate something in Hawaii. I thought it was odd for us to be sent on a simple investigation mission. We're a special ops team of highly trained techs and weapons, not a snoop team. Whatever.

The cab arrived twenty minutes later. And guess who had to carry all her damn luggage out to the car? Yeah, me.

It wasn't a long trip to the airport, just cramped since what we couldn't fit in the trunk had to go in the backseat with us. By the time we arrived, we only had a half hour to board. Kid kept texting Maka, wondering where we were since everyone else was already on the plane.

We had to pass through those metal detector thingies before we were cleared to board. Maka walked through with ease, of course, but it beeped when I went through. The security guard stopped me with one of those dumb wands. He was your stereotypical security dude: balding, large gut, furry mustache, beady eyes, and a permanent scowl.

"Excuse me, sir, but I need to check you again," he boomed suspiciously.

Maka glared at me. I sheepishly grinned and held out my arms to be wanded. The man passed the buzzing wand over me in a rhythmic pattern, stopping over my back pocket.

"What do we have here?" the man asked, tilting his head. He reached into my back pocket and pulled out my switch blade.

"Oh yeah, guess I forgot about that," I chuckled, trying to appear innocent.

"Sir, I'm going to have to confiscate this."

"What?"

"Soul! What the hell are you doing with a switchblade in an airport?" Maka yelled at me. Maka is one of those people that tend to make situations even worse than they already are.

"Sir, you're going to have to come with me for further questioning," the guard said, grabbing my arm as if I was going to bolt.

"Wait!" Maka exclaimed, tugging on my other arm. "Officer, I'm sure he just forgot to take it out of his pocket. Please, we really need to catch our plane."

"Sorry Miss, but it's protocol to take into custody anyone found with a weapon."

Oh the ironies.

"What? Please, sir, we're not terrorists or anything, we just need to catch our plane!"

"Ma'am, you're going to have to come too."

"What? Wait! I-I'm innocent in all of this!"

"Ma'am, don't make me call for backup."

Maka sighed and her grip on my arm loosened. The guard led us off towards the back of the terminal, Maka muttering under her breath, "I'm so going to kill you, Soul Eater!"

We ended up in one of those creepy interrogation rooms with the steel door and whitewashed walls. Maka sat in the single chair against the wall as we waited for the guard to come back. She didn't say anything or even look at me. That was not a good sign.

With a heavy squeak, the steel door was shoved open and the officer returned.

"Look," he said, almost letting up on his scowl, "since you've both been cooperative I'll just strip search you," he pointed to me, "and you guys can leave."

"Strip search?" I asked, indignant.

"Yes, don't worry, it's not that bad."

"Soul, just do it!" Maka yelled from behind me.

"Fine." I ground out, beginning to take off my shirt and tossed it to Maka.

The guy got me down to my boxers before I stopped.

"That should be good enough," he said. Jeeze, I felt like I was back in high school when I got caught cheating. "You're good to go. Get dressed and hand the check-point guard this slip of paper."

"Thanks," I gritted and snatched the slip from his meaty little fingers. He left us soon after.

I turned to get my clothes from Maka, but she sat there, cute little mouth slightly agape, eyes showing shock. Giving her my classic smirk, I traced a line with my finger down her cheek, along her jaw, and to her chin where I snapped her mouth shut.

"I know I'm stunningly hot, but please, drooling is so uncool."

Her mouth hardened into a straight line and her eyes seemed to burst into flames. "I'm not gaping at that, you idiot! Look at the time!"

She lunged, shoving her cell phone in my face. By the time my eyes focused I saw the little digital clock read 3:28 PM.

Shit.

Great. Now she was pissed at me and we had to sit there for another two hours on those stupid plastic chairs, the world's most uncomfortable chairs ever made! Seriously, I think my ass is asleep already! I yanked out my iPod and popped the ear buds in, Three Days Grace drowning out the noise of the busy airport. Maka whipped out her paperback, making sure to turn her body away from me, giving me the "cold shoulder" in every sense of the stupid idiom. This was so not cool.

Some random young guy suddenly sat down across from Maka, taking a full scope of her long, pale legs. This could only mean trouble. I couldn't hear anything, but he said something, pointing at the book Maka was reading, and she replied nodding and smiling. They continued to make polite conversation for a few minutes, referring to Maka's book here and there. A couple associates of the first dude sat down with him, adding to the conversation. I felt slightly sick. What was this? The fucking airport book club?

I was getting restless. Time to do something! I jumped up and stretched a bit, looking around for something to do, maybe something to eat. My eyes landed on a coffee booth called Uncle Bob's Coffee. That'll do.

Shoving my iPod in my cargo pocket, I approached the stand. A red-head chick popped up from behind the counter. A little young for my taste, but not too bad in the looks department.

"What can I get for you, sir?" she politely asked, smiling sweetly.

"Cup of Columbia, black."

"Be right back!" she said and flitted around getting my coffee.

I glanced up at the menu, "Today's Special: Hazelnut" in bold neon letters. Hmmm, Hazelnut was Maka's favorite. Taking a peek over my shoulder, I saw that even more "gentlemen" were hovering around her now. She always made cracks at my chick-magnet tendencies, but she'd never admit that she can "hail a taxi" as good as any other girl out there, if you know what I mean.

"Here you go!" the red-head smiled, presenting the coffee to me in one of those new "environmentally friendly" bio-degradable cups. Weren't cardboard cups already bio-degradable? Whatever.

"I'll take a cup of the Hazelnut, too. With cream," I stated plainly.

"No problem!" The girl flitted off again.

I placed the money on the counter when she got me the two cups. "Keep the change," I said, winking at her. She fumbled with the cash and let some of her red locks fall in front of her blushing face. I smirked to myself. Get's them every time!

I strode over towards Maka's fan/book club and dangled the cup of Hazelnut in front of her face. She received the cup, as if she had expected it, not even a pause in her conversation. I plopped back down next to her, slouching to attempt to be more comfortable, and put my arm loosely on the back of her seat.

Once again, the hard rock music drowned out the scene taking place around me. Though my messy bangs covered my eyes, I could still see the original book club guy talking animatedly. I didn't hear what he said, but the word "boyfriend" crossed his lips at least a couple times. Maka simply smiled and nodded. Soon the guys began checking their watches distractedly, and, one by one, left.

I hit pause and looked over at Maka through two large white spikes of hair that hung in my face. "Boyfriend, huh?" I teased.

"Those guys had a creep factor of 7, Soul," she stated, matter-of-factly, not even looking up from her book. "They didn't even know much about Shakespeare, just recycling little bits of knowledge everybody knows about him. I had to get rid of them somehow."

"Sure, whatever you say, Princess," I chuckled, hitting the play button again.

Five o'clock rolled around in no time. Soon we were already boarded and getting ourselves situated in our seats. The stewardess, a tall blonde chick with a low cut blouse, bustled about checking up on everyone before takeoff.

Suddenly I felt a warm weight on my shoulder. It was Maka's head. I shifted myself a little so she'd be more comfortable and even placed my own head on hers. The book in her hands started to slip and eventually ended up resting on my leg. She was obviously falling asleep. I gently kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm around her waist; all the bickering and fighting of this day totally forgotten.

A/N: Nwaaaa! So cute! C'mon you all were thinking that! Hahaha. Well, I invite you to please hit the REVIEW button and give me some feed back on this! Don't make me beg!