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Noooooo... i don't own Soul eater.

HihelloIweird: Hmm i dunno if Soul does have a helmet or not...might have to re-watch it to see...damn how annoying *heavy sarcasm* :P

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Chapter 4.

When they got home Maka headed straight for her room. She ignored Soul's annoyed grumbles as he looked through the fridge for something to eat, 'he can cook tonight' she thought. She needed to be alone.

She shut her bedroom door before falling onto her bed. Maka sat up and hugged her knees, staring intently at her blanket, but not completely seeing it. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled up with tears. The liquid spilt over her cheeks, but she made no move to wipe it off.

Sure she was happy, she had been asked to the dance by someone. Who wouldn't be happy about that? But she wished Soul had asked her instead of Kirikou. She knew she could have just politely declined his offer, but Maka was scared that no one else would ask her, especially not Soul. He was too 'cool' for her. Why would he want a small, lanky, and flat chested, under developed girl at his side when he could easily get any other women he wished for? 'Exactly, he wouldn't.' She told herself, hugging her knees even tighter as more tears made their way out. She didn't like Kirikou in the slightest. Sure he was a nice guy, but they would never be more than just friends, especially when a certain white haired male was on her mind almost 24/7. Had the other day been a lie? Had it even happened at all? And on another note, did it mean as much to him as it meant to her? 'Of course it didn't. He was just mucking around with her as usual.'

She watched as the tears from her face dropped onto her bare knees and ran slowly down her skinny legs.

"Why would he ever love me?" She whispered, crying more. "Men are so stupid."

"Damn it." He muttered. Maka had gone straight for her room when they got home, not giving him time to talk to her. Not that it mattered. 'I'm sure she would rather spend her time talking to Kirikou, anyway.' He thought sticking his head in the fridge looking for something even slightly edible. They need to go shopping. Deciding it was his turn to cook dinner that night, Soul took 2 cups of instant ramen out of the cupboard, as there was nothing else. When their dinner was ready he walked over to Maka's room and knocked on the door.

"Dinner." He said simply, not wanting to converse with her any more than necessary.

Soul heard her moving towards the door, so turning around he headed back to the kitchen, with her in tow.

They ate dinner in silence. To say it was awkward would be an understatement, it was in fact extremely awkward.

Soul was about to head off to his room for the night when Maka stopped him.

"Umm Soul can we practice dancing a bit tonight?" She asked him, looking down.

'What so you can be perfect for when Kirikou is in my position?' Soul thought.

"Sure." He said, grinding his teeth.

"Thanks..." Maka replied, still not looking at him.

They both helped re-arrange the lounge room, moving the furniture back against the wall and bringing out the record player. Soul disappeared for a couple of seconds to grab the correct music from his room. Returning, he put the record on the turn stool and rested the needle on the furthermost groove, filling the room with the peaceful dancing music.

He turned around to face Maka who was still looking down at the carpet. He walked over to her and grabbed her hand in his own, placing his other on her hip. Instinctively she moved her second hand to his upper arm.

'I won't be the one holding her.'

She stumbled slightly, tripping over her own feet.

"Be more careful." He instructed.

'I won't be the one catching her if she trips.'

She squeezed his hand, regaining her balance, Soul sub-consciously squeezed it back.

'I won't be the one comforting her afterward.'

Maka kept her eyes on her feet.

Dreading the awkwardness that was going to come after the next thing he was going to say, he spoke fast.

"You need to look at your...partner." He forced the last word out.

Soul didn't notice the faint blush that spread across her cheeks. Maka lifted her head and looked into his blood red eyes.

'I won't be the one staring into her eyes.'

Soul looked away, not wanting her to see into his soul. He let his gaze wonder down her chest, the creamy skin exposed. From his position he could see her cleavage.

'I won't be the one looking at her in this way.'

Soul snapped his head back up, fearing the Maka-chop that was surely going to come his way if she knew what he was looking at. I mean he couldn't help it, he was a guy remember? Besides it wasn't cool to stare. Soul was glad to see that Maka was concentrating back on her feet again. He relaxed a bit.

He couldn't do this anymore. It was actually hurting him.

So letting go of her waist he backed away from her, sighing.

Maka looked up, making proper eye contact with him for the first time in days. Why had he broken the hold? She was surprised to see pain painted in his crimson eyes. Before Soul could move any further away from her, she pulled him back, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

Soul's stomach jumped. (So not cool) Not knowing what to do with his hands he placed them around her small back.

'I won't be the one hugging her at the end of the night.'

Maka was glad that he couldn't see her face at that moment for it was streaked with tears.

"Night." She mumbled keeping her head down as she walked to her room.

'Soul won't be the one that I hug at the end of the night.' She thought, unawares that Soul was thinking the same thing.

I like writing Soul's perspective more than i like writing Maka's...Except i like that i can make Maka more emotional than Soul...

I was thinking i should write Kid in here somewhere...

Anyway thanks again. :D