A/N: Late Update! Yep, it seems like I've made a habit out of it. Hope the long chapter makes up for it though! I also fixed my little error from last time. Enjoy the chapter~

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

It was a nice Saturday morning. You know, the day when you had had enough sleep, got up early and had pancakes or waffles for breakfast while the sun outside was shining, a cool breeze slightly ruffling the leaves and grass, and birds chirping in a harmony a composer would envy.

One of our leads was enjoying the early morning musical, while the other's dreams were invaded by it. On a normal day, their roles might have been reversed; the first being a more nocturnal being. However, the young Evans was enjoying his rare moment of peace and relaxation.

And rare it was. These four months have been hectic, what with having a fierce discussion with his parents about his university choice (His father wanted him to enroll in the university he had attended in Austria, his mother insisting that he should attend her alma mater in Italy. His brother suggested XX University in Death City, which used to be exclusively for fine arts but has expanded into a major university recently) then, moving out, the media hype, the ever growing fan base that had nothing better to do with their lives than follow him around, the hell known as mid-terms, the ENDLESS amount of assignments the professors gave them (no wonder all the number of actual graduates from this university is low, they put their students through a lot of shit to get grades, as expected from a Uni Wes recommended, why did he listen to him he has no friggin idea), and now dead week around the corner; he barely had a moment to himself. In fact, it was only last week that he actually got to get in contact with his brother.

Speaking of his brother, he should call him to see if he was still in Nevada. He had been preforming in a city not too far away from Death City last week and he had said that he was thinking about staying for a while since he didn't have anything planned until a few weeks later. Maybe later though. Today was going to be exclusively a day for Maka and him. Sure they won't be as alone as he would like, but he'd just have to deal with that. He didn't need to stir up more rumors or else she'll start avoiding him. THAT would be a royal fail.

And so Soul's thoughts went on and on.

Maka's head was more vacant, being asleep and all.

Well, not for too long though.

Getting attacked by your new pet isn't the best way to start a new sleepy day, is it? Ah, but what can I do about it?

It never ceases to amaze me that such a goodie two-shoes has that awful sailor mouth.

Getting out of bed, she picked up her still-nameless kitten off of her face and started preparing for her day. She still dreaded the unavoidable awkwardness with Soul but she wanted this to be over. All she had to do is get on good terms with the guy and then just let things be. He seemed to get along well with Black*Star and Kid so she didn't have to be that close to him, he can just hang out with them.

By the time the clock struck nine, both were headed to their destination. Arriving there, Maka found that she was the first to get there, so she sat and waited for Soul and the rest to arrive.

When Soul got there, he found Maka hunched over, her head in her hands and her elbows against her knees.

Day 8: Maka. Damn, eight might have just become his favourite number. Now he had another thing in common with Kid (apparently, they both like gothic architecture).

However, her body language burst his bubble.

Upon inquiring for the reason she seemed so down, he found out that no one else would be coming to play ball today. Something about the initiation being eight days only and Kid throwing a fit if it were otherwise.

He felt like serenading lady luck right then and there. Could his day get any better? Sure he felt a small stab in his gut when he deduced that she was upset that she didn't want to be alone with him but he tried his best to ignore it.

Seeing as they were alone and Maka being awful at basketball, Soul decided that it was about time she learned how to play. What better way to dispel awkwardness than a good workout?

Maka was relieved that Soul was acting as if nothing had happened a week ago. She had almost fried her brain trying to come up with ways to side-step it. It felt nice; practicing passing the ball with him, hitting the ground to a simple steady rhythm. It almost felt therapeutic after anxiety fit prior to his arrive.

In the meantime, Soul mulled over what his next move would be. He could keep on acting the cool mentor, using that as a chance to get a bit closer to her, both relationship- and friendship- wise. However, she seemed feisty, hot-blooded even; that kind of move wouldn't make her all starry-eyed. When did his goal change to making her fall head over heels for him? He had no idea, and, frankly, didn't give a damn. Maybe he should poke her, try to get her to talk, but not force her, he'd give her a wide berth. Women like that liked to feel in control. He should know, his mother was that kind of woman, too. Celestina Evans was a woman who didn't like to feel pressured into doing anything, he takes after her in that area.

Maybe he should do both; show off his awesome skills to earn cool points, make small talk with her, etc. however, while on equal grounds. His pride wouldn't let him act all meek to anyone.

I'd say that his pride took a jump out of a window on the 100th floor when he opened his mouth to talk. The idiot hadn't had water for a while, and his throat was too dry to talk, hence, the result was his voice cracking while he asked one of the world's lamest questions ever; to tell him more about herself.

"Eh? About myself?" she said, "Well, what do you want to know?"

The fact that she had said that so easily without hesitation, and that she was willing to share her life with him (he was exaggerating, but who can blame him? He'd been starved for a talk with her that he was almost willing to drop on the floor and roll if she were to ask it). So preoccupied was he that his mind came up with the most random question he had in store for her.

"Why pigtails?"

Two words described Maka perfectly: Weirded Out.

The dude had been off in lala land for a few seconds before he asked, and the best he could come up with was questioning her hairstyle choices? Was his brain wired wrong?

"Of all the things you could have asked, you go for that? Couldn't you ask a more normal question, like what my hobbies are, or what colour do I like or something?"

He was beyond uncool right now. Maybe he should go on the defensive.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind."

"Eh"

"Just tell me" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, Okay, I'll tell you! It's nothing special, it's just that my mother used to prefer this hairstyle on me when I was a kid so I got used to it, is all."

"Oh"

"Ok, my turn. Let's just ask each other questions, it's easier that way."

He simply nodded in reply.

She wanted to ask a simple mundane question, but his question would make hers seem too lame. She didn't like to be one-upped on.

"Why angel wings?"

Soul was confused for a couple of seconds. Maka decided to elaborate.

"Why do you have a tattoo of angel wing on your back?"

"Oh, it's just something Wes and I got on my eighteenth birthday."

"Wes?"

"Yeah, Wes, my older brother."

"So, why angel wings?"

"It was Wes' idea. You know how a lot of people get tattoos that describe some part of them, right? He though it hilarious if we were to get tattoos of what we assumed the complete opposite of ourselves."

"And you went along with it?" Somehow it didn't seem like him to her, but then it seems he had been set or tearing down her mental image of him.

"Meh, Wes can be very convincing if coupled with a couple of beers" he shrugged, not really wanting to discuss how his brother had managed that feat, "Plus, he got one, too, so I wasn't the only one doing something stupid"

"Oh, and what did he get then?"

"Oh, he ended up getting a pair of devil's wings, horned an' all, just so we would match" He chuckled at the memory of his big bro acting like a five year old girl, squealing all about how awesome it would be now that they match. Wes was a sight when he gets drunk; he'd fit right in in one of these funny night gag shows. Makes you wonder what he'd be like when he's high.

She laughed to herself at the mental image of someone resembling Soul with a big bad devil tattoo while telling his brother that they match. But, it was an interesting notion. He thought that angel wings represent his antithesis. Angels represent grace, peace, love, salvation, good, etc. and he sees himself as the opposite.

"So, like a bad guy?" She couldn't help but mutter to herself. He didn't catch it, and she's glad he didn't; she thinks he's a good guy, maybe he just doesn't realize that yet.

"My turn, now." He says. And they keep up like that; tossing questions to and fro ranging from plain to utterly idiotic. They talked about what's their favourite music genre (Soul blanched when she told him that she nurses a soft spot for Trance Fusion and Dubstep) about their hobbies (reading for Maka and listening to music for Soul), where they hail from (Soul was half Italian and quarter British and Maka was quarter Japanese), "Coffee or tea? Cats or dogs? Orange juice or milk?" (Soul chose coffee, neither, and milk while Maka preferred tea, cats, and orange juice) and so on and so forth.

So much for just getting along, Maka.

"So, I've been wondering" he said as she passed him the ball, "do you mind if showing me that drawing you did?" he caught it and turned to face the goal to shoot, avoiding her gaze, "It's just you seemed like you were so focused, so I want to see how it turned out, so . . ." he trailed off as the ball flew through the basket with a swoosh.

I swear, these guys have the funniest expressions. The way surprise was written all over her face was just too much.

"Well, sure. It's just that. . . I don't have my sketchbook on me right now, but I can show it to you later."

I've kept on giving you my words of wisdom before about the beloved Albarn whose story we tell, well I ought to give you at least one of these that doesn't scream bloody murder:

A flattered Maka is a very kawaii Maka.

I think a certain male would agree with my statement, since he'd turned around to be met by this cute scene: Maka Albarn was toeing the ground with her left foot, her arms crossed behind her back, her hip leaning to the left, a smile on her face and a slight blush adorning her cheeks. Although Maka would claim that the blush wasn't there and that it was just the late afternoon light.

Another thing that Soul would agree with me on: Sunset colours suit her.

At first, he had decided that he won't go around ogling her, but seeing her like that made him want to stare. Her petite figure looked as delicate as daisy, her hair in the same pigtails from the other day. The beauty wasn't lost on him, but his eyes journeyed down her body in appreciation, taking in how her shirt fell to the side and showed some skin, how her shorts seemed to make her legs even longer. It didn't help that it was warm today, and there seemed to be some sweat on her neck.

Yep, he was ogling her. In the filthiest, rudest way ever.

But Soul would agree with Maka on the fact that it was just the sunset that made them look like they're blushing.

"Well, it was fun hanging out with you, Soul" said Maka, pulling him out of his frozen moment.

"You too"

She thought for a bit. Hanging out with him wasn't so bad, she had a lot of fun, even though it was basketball. And maybe it's her feelings speaking here, but it wouldn't harm to do that more. Hanging out, that is.

Well, there isn't a maybe there, but I'll let it slide.

"We should do this again sometime" He took the words right off her tongue.

"Yeah, we should." Then she added, "Are you free on Tuesday? Maybe we could go to Deathbucks and I can show you the drawing over some coffee."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'm free after two . . ."

"Perfect! I'll see you there at two thirty." She cut him off, "Ah, but it's getting a bit late, so I have to get going now."

"Okay, see ya!"

"Later, Soul!" and she was off.

He could practically hear Wes saying: Wow, little brother, an awesome day together and a promise for another soon, niiice.

And he agrees, niiiice indeed.

Three down and one to go. His checklist will be done with soon.

P.S: Thank you for sticking with me so far! I'd like to know if there is anyone out there who's willing to give me a hand in getting a picture for this fic. At first I wanted to draw it myself but seeing as I can't draw on a computer, things got complicated. If anyone's interested PM me.

Thanks again!