AN: AAAAAND I'M BACK. Aaaaand I'm hungry. Aaaaand I got all dolled up just so I could sit up here in my room and write fanfics and watch MLP videos. But hey, I still look cute.

So I went back to the first chapter and realized that I made A LOT of typos. I'm just gonna say now that I am a very lazy editor and when it comes down to it I just won't try to. But last chapter I wrote the second half on my iPhone, so that's the main explanation for how terribly edited it was. Sorry.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy! By the way, I forgot to tell y'all: This story takes place after the events of the Soul Eater manga, which ended in the Spring. So if some of you are here from the anime, I'd suggest Googling it because A LOT went down. Like, for example: [SPOILER ALERT. SKIP IF YOU ARE READING THE MANGA]

-Shinigami-sama died when Kid became a full Shinigami while fighting the Kishin.

-Kid also signed a treaty with the witches that said they would cease the making of Death Scythes so witches and DWMA could live in peace.

-This contract initially made Soul the last Death Scythe ever made, since Maka made him one after defeating Arachne. (This happened way earlier in the series.)

I feel like I'm forgetting something, but for now that's all you need to know. Have fun reading!


Chapter 2: The First Day

"Maka, I'm about to hop on a call. Take the folders from those two desks and pile 'em on the table outside for me."

"Yes, sir."

I blew my bangs out of my eyes as I carried the heavy load of tan file folders out to the table he specified. Jeez, I didn't know he worked this hard. He's had fourteen calls just today, and it's only one in the afternoon.

But apparently I started this job when he was right in the middle of this big business proposal for Kid, to help control the rogue witches who still aren't satisfied with the contract we made five years ago. A couple of them still believed that we had to pay for what we had done to them in the past.

As I turned to re enter the office, I ran right into a cloaked figure with unusually pale skin.

"Oh, Kid-kun! Sorry, I didn't see you there!" I said with a small smile. He nodded and leaned against the wall beside him. "No problem. How's the job so far? Is the idiot over-working you yet?" He asked. I laughed.

"No, no! Of course not. He is working pretty hard, though. I'm surprised." I said. He nodded and stared at me for a bit. To break the silence I cleared my throat and dusted off my skirt.

"Well, I guess I should be getting back to Black Star, then…"

And then he kissed me.

Only for a split second, but the feeling of his lips against mine definitely read, "YOU ARE BEING KISSED."

And then he pulled his head back, smiled, and turned around to make his exit. I stood there, shocked, for a little bit as he made his way back downstairs, but then my mind regained control of my body and I threw the top half of me over the banister.

"What the hell was that?!" I shouted after him, my hair hanging in my face a little. He laughed and looked up at me, mask in hand.

"Oh, nothing. Just something I've been wanting to do for a while." He said, and finally my bashfulness kicked in and my cheeks flushed.

He gave me a wink and place the mask over his face before sliding down the banister and disappearing behind the staircase above him.

I stood outside the office until my heart stopped pounding and my cheeks regained their normal pigment before biting my lip and making a strange grunting noise with my throat, repeating the same question I had asked Kid. What the hell was that?

"Oi, Maka! Get your lazy ass in here, your job ain't over yet!" And I scurried back into his office and plopped back down at my desk. Black Star wheeled over to me and placed his elbows on the desk, his face resting in his hands and his cheeks being squished up in a ridiculous manner.

"What?"

"So, what did he say?"

"What did who say?"

"Kid, duh."

I pursed my lips, debating what sort of lie I should tell him.

"He said that your mother's a whore and your wife's a she-male."

He laughed. "I hope you don't seriously mean that, because then I'd have to kick your ass like I used to when we were still in school. Now tell me what he actually said."

I sighed. "Nothing. He just dropped by to say hello." At least that much was true. I think… did he say anything about why he visited? I can't remember. It was the… the… th-the...

Kiss.

"UWAAGH!"

On impulse, I randomly flailed and fell back into my chair. The wheels fell out from under me and suddenly I was on the ground, and in pain.

"Oww… that hurt…" I said through my hands, as they were covering my face to conceal my blush.

"You're the one who decided to have a random arm spasm and break my vase…" He said, referring to the blue and white glass vase that sat on the small table beside my desk. His voice came from above me, as if her were leaning over me to get a better look.

I curled up into a ball, forgetting that I was lying in the fetal position in front of my boss. "S-sorry… I just…"

And then he was right above me. I looked up for a second and saw his chest inches from my face as he leaned over me to pick up the vase. I considered pushing him off of me, but then the fact that he was, in fact, my boss resurfaced in my mind and I just laid there, waiting for him to move so I could stand up again.

"It's not a problem." He said, grunting a bit as he swept up the broken pieces. "I have three kids, so I'm prepared for anything in this house to break. Though," He paused his sentence to chuckle and looked down at me. "I was not expecting the extremely careful and particular Maka Albarn to break any of it," He said. I blinked a couple times and stared at him, debating what to do. I came up with four options:

1. Come up with a witty comeback.

2. Push him off of me.

3. Help him clean up the glass.

4. Kiss him.

Then I mentally slapped myself for even coming up with something like that. This was Black Star! And he was MARRIED!

Suddenly, his face fell and he moved his face closer to mine. "Maka…" He began, his voice low and soft. I just continued to stare, as option 4 radiated in my head.

"Did he… kiss you… just now?"

I swallowed and nodded slowly, and he let his head fall. "Damn… I thought so. He beat me to it, then…"

And option 2 began to be the clear option. I placed my hand on his chest and began to apply pressure, but then he grabbed my wrist and smiled.

"I guess it's my turn, then?"