Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

Every one of us must have dreamt of making the first page of the news, being swarmed by the paparazzi, and having fans topple over their feet trying to get close. Even Maka.

However, she doesn't like it when her father makes the news.

The reason behind that is that her papa is the scandalous type of celebrities. Sure, he's a very talented abstract artist, whose paintings sell well beyond a million apiece, but he also was a silver-tongued womanizer, over whom woman toppled like an avalanche on a cliff. More times than not, her papa's nightly escapades were featured in the latest editions, with plenty of pictures of him with his "entertainer" for the night. To be frank, Maka found him a source of embarrassment more than anything else.

So it's easy to guess her reaction when she passed the newsstand and found out about how her papa had spent the night after his latest gallery.

Her sour mood exacerbated when she got to Uni. All the loyal Evans fans were climbing over each other to interrogate her about her relationship with Soul. When her head could take no more abuse, She yelled at the fans in her most eloquent way to shut the hell up and leave her alone because all that is between her and silver spikes was the fact that they went to the same Laundromat.

And for the second time in the same week, Maka was angry enough to skewer whoever did so much as talk to her.

Wow, anti-social much?

I'm glad I'm the narrator, or else the Maka-Chop (The name that Maka dubbed her favourite move) that that comment would have earned me would have resulted in hospitalization and possible death.

Let's just say that many people that day had suffered from a similar fate; I'd like to keep this as gore-free as possible.

Her mood didn't change even after a visit to her favourite relaxation spot, a nice coffee shop/library hybrid called DeathBucks. You go in, get your preferred beverage, and you can just pick up whatever book you want while you're in there, or, with a little bit of cash, you borrow said book for a specified duration. All in all the place was known as a heaven for studying, relaxation, and bookworms.

And not even that lifted her mood.

First silver spikes plays cat and mouse with her for an entire afternoon, then said chase cause the paparazzi to come after her, then she had to deal with the man himself, and the first thing she sees when she wakes up is her papa's pictures plastered all over the gossip magazines making out with a hooker, add in the fans of silver spikes into the equation and you have yourself a very unhappy 19 year old girl.

Oh, and did I mention that she's been running into him too many times for her comfort?

At the food court, in the music shop across from DeathBucks, in the dairy aisle at the grocery, he was EVERYWHERE. However, it didn't seem like he was going out of his way to stalk her, it was perfectly reasonable for him to be around, Death City isn't that huge. Plus, all the places that she'd seen him in were kind of expected of him to visit (Music store? Music major. Food court? With his friends. The supermarket? The dude has to eat something, right?).

Maybe it was because Maka hadn't known how he looked before that she never noticed him. Maybe because she was too busy shutting out the annoying people that she found his existence very odd. A lot of maybes could be put to that topic, but none would solve her latest predicament.

How did she end up hiding in a dark alley with him, waiting for a bunch of crazed fans to pass them?

Maybe I should backtrack a little, nothing would make sense if I didn't.

Confusing the hell out of my readers is not the man I was.

So let's go back to the day when Maka's mood was so foul, you could smell it five streets away.

The fact that a white blob kept popping up in periphery vision had done nothing good to her out-of-season PMS episode, and our dear Albarn was wearing thin on any form of patience towards anything that moved. However, plagued by the ever-constant presence of a certain rich-boy, Maka's sole outlet (sleep) had started to elude her. She really wanted to say he was stalking her, but she had never even paid attention to her surroundings enough to say that he wasn't there all the time before.

In hope of finding a different outlet, the next afternoon while out with her friends, she asked Tsubaki, a transfer student from Japan and her best friend, if she had any good ideas. Coming up short, she directed her question to the Thompson sisters, who responded with a suggestion of getting herself laid. She politely shot down the suggestion before it festered into something awful. In the end, she decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

She called Black*Star.

The words were barely past her lips when Black*Star told her that he'll be there in fifteen minutes with all the equipment they need for her to unwind before hanging up abruptly.

Fifteen minutes later, and Black*Star was in her living room setting up his gaming console while she inspected what he had filled her fridge with.

Twenty eight bottles of mixed liquor greeted her cheerfully.

She decided not to question anything; she already knew alcohol would be a huge part of Black*Star's plans. That much was very obvious.

At least, they were going to stay home.

Now, ya'll must be wondering, how does this build up to the two main leads being chased by a mob of people?

Let's just say that Maka and Black*Star decided to take their activity to the streets.

And their plans had changed from get pissed drunk while playing the latest gory shooting game to let's find the cause of Maka's trouble and beat the shit out of him.

Namely a white haired male by the name of Soul Evans.

He wasn't that hard to find.

Too bad drunk plans don't work too well, maybe she wouldn't have ended in the mess she was in a few days later.