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Chapter 3

It's dark. I'm uncomfortable. Time to move. I sit up and stretch. I know my bed isn't the best but today it was killer. My back hurts like hell. It had to be at most five in the morning. Why am I awake? By now, I could make out the silhouette of the neighboring furniture, and let me tell you, it looked a whole lot nicer than my place. Memories of last night flooded back to me. Soul offering to sharing his apartment, dancing, and falling asleep on the couch. It had been an abnormally long night for me. Usually I just read. I really don't have a life.

I got up and padded to the bathroom that Soul had pointed out to me last night. A shower would be nice right now. And some meds, my back was trying to murder me. I groaned. The jerk didn't give me the chance to grab any extra clothes or anything. It will be a dangerous adventure, but an adventure all the same. I had to sneak into Soul's room that he was so secretive about.

Well this could go two ways. I could get the clothes and be killed later once he realized I had been in his room. Or I could be caught in the act and killed on the spot. My back decided that this was a good time to remind me that it had killing intent on it's mind. Meds first. Then, mission impossible.

They were easily found. He keeps his Advil on the most easiest reached shelf. I walked out of the bathroom and stood glaring at the door and my impending death. Opening the door, my heart skipped a beat when it creaked, I saw a mountain of black sheets with an albino head sticking out at one end and a foot sticking out of the other. I crept towards his small dresser and opened the first drawer. Unfortunately, all this drawer had was his boxers and socks. Seriously? I have the worst luck. I bent down to open the second drawer. I dug through a bit, finally deciding on a ratty grey shirt. I squealed in joy but froze when I heard a voice behind me.

"What are you doing in here?"

I turned around in slow motion, like in scary movies when the busty girl's equally busty friend tells her the monster is right behind her. I smiled to him and he raised an eyebrow. Then, like any sane person would do, I sprinted out of the room and locked myself in the bathroom.

Sure, he banged on the door but when I gave him no response, the noise ceased and I continued my morning ritual. It's a fairly simple process. I barely had any of my things anyway. I stole some toothpaste and used my finger, after I washed it, of course, and brushed my teeth. I stole some of his shampoo and soap. No conditioner, but that's not too bad. He didn't seem to own a brush. That explains his unruly locks. I don't wear contacts or makeup. All that was left was to change out of my dirty clothes and put on the stolen goods.

That's when I realized I didn't have any pants to wear.

I guess you could call me a germiphobe hated dirty things with a passion and you could not pay me enough money to put on the same dirty pants I had been wearing for a whole day and night. My panties were bad enough even after I filled the sink with warm soapy water and let them soak while I showered. They were still a little wet and I wasn't going to lie. It felt weird. And gross. I was out of ways to pass the time. I guess I was officially screwed.

I stood in the bathroom staring at myself. All I was wearing was the grey t-shirt of Soul's and my panties. I was still alive. I have successfully entered Soul's lair and am living to tell the tale. That is, if I had any friends to tell. Hello there, depression. I missed you! I hear the door shake, then a groan, then Soul's voice.

"Maka." He drew out the last 'a.' The poor soul, no pun intended. "You've been in there forever."

"I have not. Quit complaining." I continued staring at myself. There was nothing else I could do. Go outside, face certain death. So I guess I'm stuck here.

The sounds ceased for a minute and then I heard the sound of a clothes hanger scratching the knob. He was picking the freaking bathroom door! What if I was peeing? I slammed myself against the door and fought him as he tried to force open the door, seeing a he had unlocked it. With a particularly solid shove, I sprawled to the floor and he waltzed into the bathroom.

Grinning cheekily, he chuckled and gave me an 'oh-so-sweet' compliment.

"Nice panties. I really dig the flamingos." I flushed and quickly stood up smoothing down the t-shirt. It reached just enough to cover everything. He chuckled some more at his own joke and reached over me to get his toothbrush. I stiffened, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Gee Soul, you seem pretty calm having a woman in your bathroom. Is this a common occurrence?" That was the first thing I could come up with as a possible insult? I am so lame. He stared at me.

"Why would that be an insult? Ever?" I looked at my feet. "Maka, really? Did you just call yourself a woman? I thought we'd been over this."

"Well, you look dumb when you're asleep!" I've said too much. Remembering the whole episode that happened this morning, he turned to me.

"That's my shirt. You were in my room." Let the chase continue. I tried to make another escape but before I reached the door, a firm set of hands were around my waist and hauling me to the couch.

"Put me down."

"You lost the privilege to walk when you went inside my room." He flung me onto the couch and started pacing around the living space like an angry dad. He looked pissed.

"Are you going to kick me out," I mumbled to my shoes. I had just gotten here and already screwed up. I should have just gotten over wearing dirty clothes.

"Are you kidding me?" I looked up. His pacing had ceased and he was staring at me, his red eyes wide. I looked back to my shoes. "Why would I kick you out? Sorry to burst your bubble, but it's going to take a lot more for you to get rid of me. Just don't go in there again." What did he have to hide? His words sank in and I smiled. He offered me his hand. "Go put some clothes on. Your nudity offends me." I scoffed.

"Like I have any clothes here. I was kidnapped. Have you already forgotten?"

"Well then we have some shopping to do."

"I have clothes, just not here." I gave him a questioning look and he patted my head.

"Yeah, about your old apartment, I called the guy and told him to bring all of our stuff to my address today. The van is coming his afternoon." I was still confused. If I was getting my stuff, why did I need to go shopping?

Using his party trick, reading my mind, he responded, "They told me that there was barely anything there. All that's coming is a fraction of the clothes you used to have and some reject kitchen supplies. You got looted."

"I hate them."

"You hate everyone. Why do you like me again?" I stood and shoved his chest, turning so I wasn't completely looking at him.

"I don't think I ever telling you I liked you." Looking over my shoulder, I supplied a coy smile and laughed as he struggled to find a response.

"I know how to read between the lines, Maka. Especially with you." I turned to face him completely and looked him straight in the eye.

"Aren't you poor?" He faltered at the random change of subject.

"Yeah, I guess-"

"-Then how can you afford to go shopping. For me, no less."

"My parents gave me access to their credit card account. I don't like using it, usually only for emergencies, like I need to get shit-faced, but I think your worth it," he grinned cheekily.

"It's food to know you love me just as much as you love alcohol."

"I never said I loved you, just that you're worth putting my parents into possible debt."

"Okay, first off, that's horrible. Secondly, you're not the only one who can make assumptions and be right. You love me. Admit it!" I expected a rude remark but instead he just walked towards me.

"I guess you're alright." He patted my head and walked past me into his room. I stood there, dumbfounded, until I felt a pair of jeans hit me in the face.

"They may fit you. Put them on, we're going to be in public."

A/N: About the random time skip-, I had originally written out more about them getting to meet each other but when I was editing, I could hardly stay awake it was so boring. If you want, I could do flashbacks to when they were becoming friends in the next chapter. Please put your opinion in the review you were going to give me because you love me. Oh, you don't love me? Review anyway! :3

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