DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER; THIS IDEA WAS REQUESTED BY CRAZYCHICK1313

Soul Evans lay alone in his two-room apartment. The cream-colored walls seemed to mock him as they took the color of the setting sun. The music roster for his sixth period class was laid out before him on the coffee table. Moss colored eyes, blonde pigtails, and a small know it all grin stared at him. Maka Albarn, she had interested him in class. One of his new students in his remedial class, and his new person of interest. He shouldn't have these feelings of love toward her, the last person he had those loving eyes for dumped him for a red haired daughter complexed jerk. Man, he needed a drink, and bad.

Maka Albarn wasn't in any better shape. Her deadbeat dad had come home with this new bimbo named Blair and was currently in his room enjoying body heat with her. Now in her room, through with studying, she studied a new book. Soul Evans picture glared up at her. His white locks were pushed back to show blazing red eyes, his lips a straight line hiding the demonic sharp teeth. Was it impossible to love her music teacher, no? Tsubaki and Blackstar have hidden their secret tabooed love for a year now. But she, Maka, had sworn to never follow her parents path. To never fall for the teacher as a student. Sighing she fell back into her pillows bringing with her Soul's teaching file. Her father had his uses, being an assistant principle and wanting to give her, anything made getting this easy.

"I really hate you Kid," Liz growled for the thousandth time that day as they sat down for lunch. Tsubaki was starring at Blackstar as he talked with a bored Soul. Maka to was starring at the two teachers but with more stealth.

"I'm sorry but it had to be symmetrical," Kid replied stealing Maka's cookie.

"You cut my hair you bastard!" she screeched causing the cafeteria to silence. Both Maka and Tsubaki had turned their heads to see the newest drama.

"Sorry, sorry!" Patty sang as her sister and friend argued.

"So, you like her," Blackstar whispered careful of any wayward ears.

"Yeah, it's weird though, she's younger than me." He whispered back.

"So Tsu's younger than me." Blackstar smirked. This was true; he knew the two had been dating since she turned eighteen. Still did Maka even feel the same way?

"She's looking over here again," Blackstar chuckled as Soul averted his eyes from his friend to the blonde two tables over. The way the sun's light showed on her made her look so angelic. The same light, which had illuminated her yesterday in class.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Blackstar smiled knowingly as his eyes met with Tsubaki's onyx orbs.

Maka was in suspense for sixth period to arrive. Soul was already seated in his chair as the class gathered inside. She had no idea on how to even talk with him, how to even ask him. Worse, did he even like plain old her?

"Okay class did you all write in your journals? Remember, inside you can keep your most personal thoughts. At the end of the semester we can try to pull a song from it." Soul said before going to the board. Maka took the notes her teacher made, dutifully as Tsubaki tried to get her to talk to the teacher.

"He'll never know if you don't drop hints." She warned as bell rung to end class.

"But Tsubaki!" Maka called as her friend ran from the room leaving her to her books. She waited until the last of the students left before walking up to his desk. He had seventh period off to grade papers.

"Um, Soul could I ask you a question?" Maka asked eyeing her feet. Soul tilted his head as he noted her face blush cutely. He had to fight back the urge to reach up and kiss her tenderly. Instead, he moved his hand to tilt her chin to face him.

"What is Maka?" he asked as her eyes dazed and her blush increased. Soul laughed as she continued to attempt coherent speech.

"I'm going to guess what it is you want okay?" he asked pulling his hand from her heated face.

"You're not good at music so you want to ask me if I'll tutor you after school." He mused. He was good, now all that was needed was speech.

"Please Soul," she whispered not knowing how to proceed.

"Please what Maka-chan," Soul teased as he guided her books to his desk surface.

"I, I'm…" she couldn't find her words at all, so embarrassing. Soul plucked her journal from the top of the pile and wrote a series of numbers.

"Call or text anytime, we can meet at my place Friday evening okay," he smiled before standing and guiding her out the door.

"Go or you'll be late Miss Albarn." Maka did as told, holding the journal protectively at her chest.

It was Friday evening; she was supposed to meet at Soul's apartment at six. Tsubaki and the girls were her cover story.

"Remember; come back to kid's home when it's over. This is still a sleepover." Liz instructed.

"And let him lead," Tsubaki ordered. Both Patty and Kid nodded in agreement, as they finished her hair.

"Our little Maka is growing up," Kid sobbed.

"I know, they grow up so fast," Liz joined in. Maka stood ready to go.

"Tsubaki, drive me?" she asked her friend. Tsubaki nodded as Patty rushed to comfort her sister and friend during their emotional breakdown.

"Okay Maka-chan, good luck." Tsubaki encouraged pushing her friend from the car. Her breathing quickened as she walked to the door. A few rapid knocks on the door and Soul stood infront of her. The sound of her ride leaving barely met her ears, as she was lead inside.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asked as she took a seat on the couch. Maka shook her head as Soul smiled beside her and reached for a folder.

"I think your problem is the concept of the music. You seem to understand the notes and order, just not the way to place them." He began as she blushed at their close proximity. He was taking it slow, letting her adjust to him. But, she was scared, she'd never been in love before, but she read about it plenty of times. She felt for Soul more than she felt toward her own family.

"Maka are you okay?" Soul's voice cut through her mental thoughts like butter. She quickly nodded and once again attempted speech.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm confused." She admitted glad her verbal skills were working.

"About what?" he asked her curiously.

"I hate you," she whispered pausing Soul's hand.

"Why is that?" he asked eyeing the small teen beside him. Maka remained still and quiet before opening her mouth.

"Your arrogant, lazy, cocky and for some stupid reason I love you!" she yelled frustrated.

"Your father is assistant principle at school, right?" he asked putting away the file.

"Yes, sir." She whispered.

"He married Kami according to Principle Death. She was his student, correct?" he asked. Once again Maka nodded, opting to remain quiet.

"They divorced your freshman year at school. I've done my research as I'm sure you've done some on me." He smiled. He wasn't lying, she had done research on him. Youngest son of the prestigious Evans family musicians, he plays the piano and graduated Harvard's music branch three years early.

"How can I think that we end up like that." She cried. Soul was silent not knowing what to say. Instead of saying anything though, he simply held her close as she cried on his shoulder. He gently rubbed her back as she began to calm down.

"I'm sorry Soul, I should have remained calmed." She apologized.

"Don't worry, I'm here." He whispered kissing her head. Maka smiled leaning closer to his chest. Both sat in silence as the glow of the lamp illuminated the small room.

"I know," she whispered, Soul continued to rub her back as they continued to talk. It was nine, by the time the two managed to get in Soul's car.

"Thankyou Soul, for a wonderful evening." She said as they drove to Kid's mansion.

"No problem, I love your company." He replied as he entered the driveway. An awkward silence fell between them as Maka thought of what to do next. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over to kiss him before trying to retreat to the home. But, Soul stopped her.

"Let's try that again Miss Albarn," he whispered taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to get closer to him. That night she dreamed of her teacher in ways she never dreamed before.