Chapter 6

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"Oh, Miss Amelia! I didn't know that you would be here." Soul flashed a grin at her.

Maka shook her head. If her hands weren't full, she'd smack him. Wow, who'd thought he'd be that dense. She hands Amelia the box of cookies and the black haired girl brightens up.

"Cookies! Sammy! We got cookies!" Amelia skips towards the kitchen, taking a cookie.

Sam shakes his head and smirks at his partner. He fills her spot by going up to the door and greets the two teenagers. "Maka, and… Soul was it? Please, come in. Sorry, we had just finished unpacking so its a bit messy." Sam picks up the last box with grunt and places it on the table.

"Nah, man I understand. I was kinda freaked out when I saw you at our door last night, but its cool that we're neighbors huh?" Soul looked around that the apartment. There were musical symbols that graced the walls. The biggest was a fermata symbol that hung above the couch with the words, "Hold Me" written below. He couldn't help but grin at it all. He saw a half mask upon a wall and sketched picture of a young, poor looking girl. Sam cut the tape off of the box with a bladed finger.

"Awh man, that was you? Damn you guys are loud. Oi, Ame, where do you want these records?" He set down a thick book and then started pulling out CDs. Maka saw the book and picked it up. Amelia looked at her with a cookie in her hand. She saw the green eyes of the young meister glow with curiosity.

"Put them by the system."

Maka's fingers stroked the golden raised letters of the book. Les Misérables. She looked up at Amelia as to ask for permission to open it, Amelia nodded. She flipped through the crisp pages, curious of the content that it contained. Amelia smiled at her.

"If you want it, you can keep it."

"What? Oh no, this is your's. I just thought it looked neat." Maka closed the book and set it back on the table.

"Nah, I have it all memorized. I read it for when I was auditioning for the role of Cosette in Les Misérables. I don't need it anymore. Along with The Phantom of the Opera. You should read them. They are absolutely amazing. Then watch the 2013 versions of both plays. You'll see me!" She takes a bite of the cookie then grimaces. "This tastes like hate and anger…" She mutters and sets the cookie down.

"That's asking too much from a musical simpleton like Maka. She has a very low Musical IQ." Soul picked up some of the CDs, looking through them. There were some soundtracks from the previously said musical. He then nodded and grinned at seeing piano albums from artists like Yiruma, Denise Young, and Thad Fiscella. He stopped and he lost his smile when he reached a particular album.

Amelia grinned at him then cocked her head. "Hey Sam, doesn't Soul look like someone we know?"

Sam stopped and took a good look at Soul. He grimaced and looked at Amelia again. "Yeah. He looks almost exactly like that Wes guy. But Soul is shorter with a lot more muscle." Sam shivers. "That guy had long skinny fingers." He nudges Maka's arm.

"Wes? Wes Evans? Soul, isn't that your brother's name?" Maka looked over at the frozen boy.

Soul had been looking at his own brother's album. The white haired man wore the same sharp tooth grin that Soul would. He nods, then sets it back down into the pile. "Yeah, I didn't know he went back into musicals."

Amelia smiles and nods. "Yes, first chair. He didn't say that his brother went to Shibusen. How strange… but he did say that you played piano. Do you still tickle those ivories?" She giggled at her little joke.

The joke made Soul smile. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Recently I've returned but its hard finding a good piano to play on. I mean, yeah I could play on my soul keyboard but i really would rather play on a grand piano. You know for that real feeling. It's just… I don't know how to explain it." He wrung his hands and looked down.

"It produces a real sound opposed to a fake one." Sam replies as he collects the CDs. "We have an grand piano in the other room. But keep it at a forte, I don't complaints from the neighbors." He glanced over at Amelia who was snickering.

Maka had already immersed herself in Les Misérables. When that girl found a good book, she was dying to read it. Sam led Soul off to the next room, with joyful tunes following afterwards. Maka put the book down and sighed. She looked over at Amelia who was now putting away the records. She walked over and started helping her.

"What's wrong Maka?" Amelia heard a sad melody from Maka's wavelength.

"Huh? I'm fine. No worries." Maka shows a fake smile to Amelia who wasn't convinced.

"Your mouth spouts lies that your soul cannot. I hear some discord. Did something happen?"

"Well… I guess no one can hide anything from you. How long have you and Sam lived together?" Maka handed her another album.

"Hrm… We've been partners for six but lived together for… ah, five years."

"How was it when you two first lived together?"

"Awkward." Amelia straightens out her stack and then looks at Maka.

"How long did it take for that awkwardness to go away?" Maka looked concerned.

"Five years." Amelia shows a wide grin and giggled.

"Five years?! What?! Awwwhh…. that means it's going to take Soul and I longer!" Maka covered her face with her hands. She knew that she wouldn't be able to wait and deal with the awkward tension for five plus years.

Amelia laughed harder. "No, that's not necessarily true. Sam and I have recently become a couple. But you shouldn't base your relationship off of ours. Sam and I come from two completely different backgrounds. I have a great family full of singers and weapons. Plus, my own grandmother was a deathscythe. As for Sam, he came from a broken home. When Sam was conceived, his father was consuming souls not on Shinigami's list. His mother went insane because of it and by the time of our Sophomore year, his father was a full fledged Kishin. I had such a great childhood while Sam had one full of madness. You just have to find a common ground to work off from. Ours was music. Though, having common interests was not the method on how we became partners." Amelia brushed away her hair that was falling in her face.

"Does he ever walk in on you without knocking?" A bashful expression appears on Maka's face.

"Oh all the time. Stein did say that Soul Purge could be used for more than just in battle and he was right." Her and Maka laugh at the image of it.

"You did what?" Sam finishes his joyful tune with a perfect fifth in A major.

"I walked in on her. I know, I should have knocked." Soul looked ashamed but Sam just laughed at him.

"Well what did you do?"

"I ran of course." Soul gave the violet eyed man a confused. "What, should I have done something else?"

"Ya shoulda made a move."

"Wh-what?!" Soul stammered out. His face started to flush.

"Seriously man, you had a perfect opportunity and you lost it." Sam closed the cover on the piano and then leaned against it.

"What are you trying to say, Sam?"

"Don't you have the hots for Maka?" Sam looked puzzled. He thought he was giving good advice.

"What?! Why would I ever have that kind of attraction to a flat chested violent bookworm like that?"

Sam shook his head and laughed. "What are you talking about? Mousy plus feisty equals extreme hotness. Besides, haven't you ever fantasized about a librarian letting her hair down?"

"The only librarians that I've seen were old." Soul shuddered at the thought of the 67 year-old Mrs. Winchester, who always smelled like IcyHot and the sound of her bones popping with every step she took.

"Dude you're not getting it. Look at Amelia, she's not stacked either but boy does she have temper. She was gunna go murder a box with extreme prejudice because it's very existence contradicted her. But in the end, she's so damn cute when she's mad." Sam looks up and sighs.

Soul could have sworn that he saw hearts in those violet eyes. He frowns at his new idol. Love? Is that the cool thing now? Why is this such a sappy conversation? Soul sucked in some air and flipped up the cover revealing the ivories. Love is way too overrated. He starts to run his fingers along them, playing Mad World in the key of E flat.

Sam could see that none of his bulletproof advice was sinking into the hardheaded weapon so, frustratedly, he slaps Soul heartily on the back, interrupting his playing. Soul winces causing him to strike a foul key. Sam offers one last gem of advice. "Man, if I were you, I'd find a woman that looks sexiest when she's disappointed."

"What the hell does that mean?!"

Amelia straightened out the CDs and smiled in triumph. Her new home was now complete and to top it off, there were no boxes left to mock her. She smiled towards Maka, who gripped tightly onto her books. "Maka, will you guys stay for dinner?"

"Oh, no I couldn't do that. You guys just moved in. You should relax with a nice dinner with Sam. I can't allow Soul and me to impose on this." Maka smiled politely.

Amelia pertained an emotionless and stagnant face while the blonde girl talked. Then suddenly there was a glint in her eye and Maka became slightly frightened. "Oh no, you're staying."

Now knowing better to not argue, Maka shouts towards the hall, "Soul! We're staying for dinner!"

"Woo!" Soul's voice carried through the vents. Maka could hear his voice again, saying something inaudible with a deeper voice replying. Another "Woo!" emanates from the room.

Amelia gladly set the table. She placed a heaping bowl of Italian spaghetti in the center, accenting it with a mixer's bowl of Mediterranean salad. She then placed 2 pieces of garlic bread upon the napkins beside the empty plates. She was very proud of herself for this feast. "Alright! Time for some Yum Yums!"

The boys came in and sat down, a thick layer of tension fell over the room as Maka sat across from Soul. Amelia quietly passed the salad around the table. Once everyone had started eating, she shot a look to Sam as though to ask him to say something, anything to break the tension. He searched his head, but came up with nothing. Then he spots a red cherry tomato resting in the middle of his salad bowl. He gently stabs it with his fork, peers at it intently, and holds it up. "What made the tomato blush?" He asks loudly to the room. Everyone turns to him, confused. "It saw the salad dressing."

Soul loses all pigment in his face. The room somehow becomes even more quiet than it already was. Amelia glares at Sam from across the table, having never been more embarrassed in her life. She offers an apologetic look in Maka's direction. Everyone pauses. Then, on Maka's stony visage appears a crack as the corner of her mouth twitches upwards, almost involuntarily, and before anyone could process where it was coming from; irate, hysterical laughter erupted from the young meister, tears in her eyes, face flushed.

"Woo!"

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