A/N: Inspired by one of the manga artworks on the Soul Eater Manga Calendar 2009 edition. Be aware there will be more of this theme coming along.

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They were orange. Bright orange, with white rims. They were those kind of things that allows the person wearing them see you through them but impossible for you to see what's through them. Since the day he bought it, he's had it on from morning till dusk. And they were getting on her nerves. Maka's nerves.

Despite the repeated Maka Chop threats, Soul has been resistant in removing the shades.

"It makes me look cool," he would always say.

"That doesn't mean that you should wear them 24/7," Maka would argue.

He would then shrug it off and smirk at her. "These stunnas are hot stuff."

Great, now he's using street lingo. God, why?

Days before, Maka and Soul decided to go out together to buy some clothes since apparently most of theirs were ripped or tatered when they were on their missions. And if you ever laid eyes on them, you'd swear to Shinigami-sama that you could've sworn these were clothes before. The two stepped into the familiar Death City department store. Maka went to her usual store to grab some red plaid skirts, cream sweater vests, green striped ties and black coat. Soul went to get his usual and grabbed his usual. Then when he was at the cashier, something glinted in his eye and he was so drawn to it. There it stood with all its might, a pair of orange shades. His face reflected upon the greenish orange material. Buy me, it told him. You know you want to.

Soul obeyed, and purchased the pair along with his clothes that would soon be replaced in the near future. When the two partners were done, they would usually meet at the front of the building where the benches were.

"Where is he?" Maka mumbled impatiently and tapped her foot.

"Yo."

She turned to him to give him a stern lecture to at instinct, but stopped when she raised a finger. Her partner was grinning at her and with that grin came also a new pair of something sitting on his nose.

"What are those?" Maka asked, pointing at the thing on his eyes.

"Stunnas," he replied and peeked at her through the top part of the shades as he lowered it. "Aren't they cool?"

"They're... bright?" She said and looked at her own reflection on the shades.

"Yeah," he replied and adjusted back in place. "But hey, orange fits me pretty good doesn't it?"

"Whatever," his meister said and took her bags. "Let's go home."

"Yes ma'am."

From that day on, he has never taken them off.

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It kind of pissed her off to know that he was so stupidly absorbed in his idea of being cool with the damn thing stuck to his face. She had tried numerous tactics to try to get the thing off. She had made him look where her finger pointed and when he wasn't looking she'd take it off, but was a fail once he realized her hand was into his view. She had made him go shower and hoped to god he'd leave his shades in his bedroom, but apparently he showers with them on too. She had asked him to come over to look at a book she was reading but kept his hands at the temples of the thing. The boy was smart, she had to admit.

But then one night, after they had said their good nights and was sure he was "dead as a rock", she snuck into his room. She peaked over his bed to find him sleeping peacefully which his back to her. She carefully bent over his body, to inspect if he had the thing on. To her surprise, he didn't. She looked around everywhere for the thing, tip-toeing from shelf to closet. She scratched her head in confusion after a brief rummage through the drawers. How could you not find a pair of orange sunglasses after a thorough search in his room?

"Looking for these?"

Maka jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to him, and much to her dismay, he had the damn thing at his fingertips. Soul had such a smug look on his face, his eyebrows were bobbing up and down with taunt. Maka growled in anger and lunged at him, grabbing for those shades. He pushed her back and held his arm with the shades up high, grinning at her with amusement.

"These babies aren't going anywhere," he said and continued to keep her back. "I look great with them!"

"Are you kidding me?" She spat back as she attempted to reach above his head to make for the grab, however he was keeping her down with his arm wrapped around her waist. "You look so much better without them!" She grunted as she struggled against his hold, but felt him relax his grip on her.

"Huh?" Soul stopped and his eyebrows shot up with surprise.

Maka took the shades and got off his bed. "Stupid, these shades were hiding your pretty eyes from me. That's why I hate them!" She confessed and inspected the shades.

Soul got off his bed and walked towards his meister, he was mixed with surprise and a somewhat good feeling. A feeling of admiration or appreciation? They were too close to call.

"You like my eyes?" He asked.

Maka looked up at him and softened her gaze. "Of course, silly! They're a nice red color."

"But, that's the color of your dad's hair. Isn't that a turn off?"

Maka thought for a moment and her mouth gave out a giggle. "That's true, but even though my player of a father has red hair, it's still my favorite color."

Soul blushed with admiration and scratched the back of his head with embarrassment. "Oh."

Maka waved the shades in front of him. "How much did you buy these for?"

Soul recollected his memories. "About twenty bucks."

"No way!" Maka exclaimed and stared at the thing with both her hands. "These cheap looking things were twenty dollars? I can't believe you still bought it..."

Soul snatched the shades out of her hands. "Well I did, so there."

Maka shook her head at him and had her hands on her hips. "Look, you can wear it once in a while, but not all the time. I'd hate to see your pretty eyes hiding behind cheap orange plastic."

Soul nodded as Maka shuffled her way to the door. "Good night, Soul," she said and walked out of his room.

Soul stood there in his room and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at his sunglasses. "She likes the colors of my eyes, huh."

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The next morning, Maka woke up to hear the sound of something sizzling on a frying pan.

"Good morning," she yawned while rubbing her eyes when she made her way into the kitchen.

"Mornin'," Soul replied and turned to look at her. "Eggs and bacon?"

Maka stopped and stared at her partner.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He asked.

Soul had his bangs held back with his headband. And the best part of that was that his ruby eyes were staring straight back at her. Maka shook her head and smiled at him.

"Nah," she replied.

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A/N: OH MY GOD THE ENDING WAS SO HARD TO WRITE -headdesks repeatedly- Okay, it wasn't that hard but I still don't like it. Eh. Review and all that jazz~