Chapter 4

FIRST, I would like to thank those who have added my story onto their favorites list!

AngelofDarkness1999

GakuenLME Thank you for the review and the follow

MewWinx96 Thank you for the review and the follow

RoWenXGaLe

SECONDLY, please do not be afraid to write a review, I actually love reading them and the criticism does help me improve my writing! I'm actually obsessed with the idea of people liking my work so much that I physically jump up and down and attack my sister when I see that 2+ people took time out of their lives to grace my work and me with their pleasant eyes. But… is a favorite and a follow asking too much?

THIRDLY, I am sorry if its seems to be a bit of OOC (Out of Character for you fanfic/roleplay newbs) on Maka and Soul. It's 5 A.M. at the moment, and I'm still jittery from that weird energy shot… But anyways! This was a cool idea that came to me, so I had to write it down right away.

FOURTHLY, this is the second time I am writing this. I had sadly started this story at 3 A.M. and then only to lose all of my beautiful work by pressing Ctrl + sumthinelse. I meant to do Ctrl + Z but...that obviously

didn't work out so, Screw You Works, I've switched to a different man, and his name is Google Drive.

Alright Enough Rambling, ENJOY IT DAMNIT

Oh, by the way, I don't own Soul Eater. An amazing Japanese man does.

Albarn/Evans Household, Friday-Night-err-Saturday-Morning, 3 A.M.

This was atrocious. Maka wanted to slam her head through her bedroom door. What the hell?! This can't be happening to me! It was 3 A.M. and Maka Albarn was still awake. Atrocious! The intelligent girl laid on her bed, pouting because she knew that this might ruin her sleep schedule. She then came to the conclusion of whipping up an herbal drink that surely would help her sleep. The problem was that she was too comfortable to leave the warm, cozy bed. She conjured up a mental "Benefits and Cost Analysis" sheet to find an answer to the said predicament. Sadly, the bed lost its companion, but Maka made a promise to return swiftly with the ability to fall asleep under the soft blankets.

She swung her long slender legs over her bed. She winced at the touch of the cold floor. Then, as slyly as she possibly could, she crept to the door, in attempt to not awaken the beast sleeping at the foot of her bed. She held her breath as she creaked opened the door, walked through and then with a slight thud, closed it. She prayed that her exit didn't disturb Blair. When she was certain that it hadn't, she was home free.

Soul sat on the couch, flipping mindlessly through the late night channels. He let out a yawn of boredom and scratched his etched stomach, then rubbed his fingers against the bottom of his scar. The Nevada heat had made its way into the apartment, forcing the weapon to strip down to his checkered boxers. He made a grimace as he landed on a very risqué program, then continued his surfing. He heard the opening and closing of Maka's door, then the tiny popping sounds her toes made as she tip-toed towards the kitchen.

Soul stole a quick glance at his meister. He was surprised by the usually modest girl's lack of clothing. She wore a long sleeved green shirt that seemed a size or two too big for her and pink and white panties that were barely visible. He felt his cheeks fill with color, an obvious sign of attraction to the oblivious and denying boy. He shook his head as he tried to fill it with images of "innocent" things.

Kittens… Puppies… Babies… Panties… NO! Kittens! Puppies! Babies! Those legs… Gah! Puppies! Puppies! PUPPIES! Ashamed of even having to fight with such dirty thoughts, he smacks his forehead. He shouldn't be thinking of such things about his meister, his closest and best friend. Maka was practically the other half of him. Without her, he wouldn't have become a death scythe. But then again… without her, he probably wouldn't feel so bashful when thinking of things a normal seventeen year old boy would be thinking about when it came to a woman's body.

So uncool, Soul. He thought to himself as he rubbed his cheeks. He had to acknowledge her some time, of course he cannot allow some chick to be waltzing around in her undies, well he could… just not Maka. "Oi, Maka, did you hear about this crazy new invention? They are calling them, 'Pants'."

Maka popped her head into the living for a moment just to make eye contact and glare at Soul. After a small moment of silence, she spits out, "This is my apartment. I can wear whatever I want. And what the hell? Look who's talking Mister Skivvies." Maka seemed in no way, shape, or form affected by Soul's one article of clothing. Not a single blush, nor dirty thought passed through the mind of that misandrous female.

He gave her a blank expression then repeated a familiar line to back to her. "This is my apartment. I can wear whatever I want." He then wears a sharp tooth grin that causes her roll her eyes. He heard the small hum of the blender go off, causing his stomach to growl. Smoothies at 3 A.M.? "Ya know Maka, what you're wearing is so… Blair."

The blender stops abruptly and Maka comes storming in, slamming a phone book on Soul's head with one of her famous Maka Chops. "My pajamas do not look likeone of Blair's burlesque outfits!"

Soul winces in pain and rubs his head. Even though his vision was slightly blurry, something about that green shirt looked vaguely familiar. He glares at her when it comes to him. "Is that my shirt?"

"Yeah." Maka quickly walks back to the kitchen, with Soul trailing behind her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you the shirt bandit?! Why are you stealing my shirts?!" Soul was itching for a playful argument. He kept wondering where all of his favorite shirts went and now he caught the sneaky raccoon.

"Well, when you start doing the laundry, then you can wear some of my shirts." She turned the blender back on. Maka mentally pictured Soul dressed up in her old Shibusen uniform and the thought made her giggle.

Soul shivered as her giggle carried into him. He stood there, staring at her concocting a greenish liquid. He felt weird inside, like a sense of euphoria with a hint of light-headedness. Maka looked up at him and gasped. His nose had been bleeding and he wasn't phased.

"Oh Soul!" Maka immediately reaches for a paper towel to help clean him up. She pinches his nostrils lightly to help stop the blood from gushing. "Being a pervert huh Soul? Thinking of Blair? You deviant…"

"I swear it has to be this damn heat! Cool guys don't get nosebleeds from thinking about hot chicks." Soul replaces Maka's hand with his, holding up the now bloodied paper towel.

"HA! Then would that mean that you weren't cool when you first carelessly broke into Blair's house?"

*THUMP*

"Nah! The rules of coolness have changed since then!"

Their voices start to raise louder and louder as their little argument starts to get blown way out of proportion by misunderstandings, unknown mysterious feelings, and the lack of blood flow stoppage from Soul's nostrils. Maka gives a little yelp as a series of hard knocks end their conversation and startle them. Maka pushes Soul to go open the door, standing behind him, slightly shaking in trepidation.

Soul opens the door to see a very tired and extremely grumpy Sam. His usual black bunny slope hairstyle looked like a diagonal faux hawk and his normal tamed violet eyes looked more of a wild imperial purple. He groaned, sneering at the two. The man stood before them in blue sweat pants and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to deal with any "bullshit."

"Sam?"

"Its 4 A.M. and I am tired as hell. Now do the entire floor a big favor and shut the hell up." Sam's eyes glowed at them, though their faces never really registered in his mind. He scratched his head and headed towards the apartment next door.

"Whhhhaaaaaatt?! Sam Calypso is our neighbor?" Soul was as shocked as Maka was when Soul's nosebleed came back.

"I'm… I'm not even going to attempt to try to guess what you're thinking…" With that, she went back to the kitchen, finished her drink and went back to bed. But she didn't get a wink of sleep.