What he would do to win Maka back, opening up to her.

How to win Tsubaki back – by telling her the truth.

She had been staring at her ceiling for two hours. She gripped the silk sheets under her with her weak hands; her head aching from the previous night she had. The feeling of peaceful sounds crossed her personal rooms; a tall glass of wine in her hand. She flopped on her bed, lazily lying deep inside her pillows and lavender sheets. Toying with the empty wine glass in her hand, Tsubaki let a giggle escape her wet lips. She slowly stood from her place on her bed and wobbled to her bathroom, eyes drooping along the way. Tsubaki opened her door, stepping into her bathroom one foot at a time; her night gown flowed as she walked into the room. She roughly planted the wine glass on top of her granite sink counter. Tsubaki lifted her dainty hands to touch her pale skin face as she looked into her mirror; her cheeks flushed as she reminisced the strong, callous hands that once touched her face the same way. She glanced at the mirror to expose her pink, flushed cheeks, red eyes, and wet, full lips. Not only had she been drinking the day away but had been crying for two straight, dragging weeks.

Two weeks have gone passed and not once has he called. Two weeks flew by and not once did he mention her name. Two weeks dragged in her mind and he had no regret of leaving her to be alone. Tsubaki raised her wine glass, looking to the empty cup. Her lips etched a smile and she walked back into the kitchen for some more. With her return to her bedroom with a full glass of wine, she spotted a familiar shirt on the carpet floor. Tsubaki slowly stepped the orange shirt, picking it up with her free hand. She stared at the piece of cloth; before she knew it, her tears burst from her eyes. Tsubaki's mouth ajar, letting the liquid pleasure slide down her throat. Tsubaki tightened her grip on the orange shirt, placing the soft fabric across her lips. She wiped her tears on the dreaded shirt and tossed it on her bed. Tsubaki dropped her glass on her vanity dresser and walked into her bathroom again. She turned the bath water on and waited until the water began to overflow the tub. Limb from limb, Tsubaki sat in the water soaking her problems away. She began scrubbing from her legs to her hair; she loved her baths. Tsubaki closed her eyes, drifting into the warm, steamy bath water. She let the calming waters relax her body to slumber. Her body soaking in the waters, cleaning itself as she slept. She fell into a deep slumber, letting the waters hypnotize her nerves. Tsubaki slowly lowered inside the water, causing her body to sink under the steamy water. Some of the water attacked her lungs causing Tsubaki to shoot up, breathing heavy and coughing up the remaining water in her lungs. She looked around her bathroom, placing her face in her palms. The salty tears from her eyes rolled down her face, she knew who she was thinking of. She got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around her curvaceous body and dark long hair. As Tsubaki walked out of the bathroom, she saw the orange shirt lying on her bed. Tsubaki smiled as she began to put the shirt on. The shirt snuggled close to her curves, hugging her hips. Tsubaki laid down to her plump pillows and soft blankets, caressing the bare skin that the shirt did not cover.

No she never came to peace with Blackstar not calling her for two weeks, for something that wasn't her fault. But she accepted that she met him; could touch his skin and love him other women will never be able to do. She slept well knowing her heart will be his, and when he comes back to her, she will continue to love him like no other. She couldn't pick up the phone to call him because she wouldn't go back to the soft, fragile girl she once knew. Tsubaki became braver, feistier, and she could intimidate people better than before. Her character changed because she met Blackstar, he helped her become more aggressive with things she wanted but she still remained sweet. They were complete opposites but their love eliminated the differences.

As she reminisced, Tsubaki apprehended her sudden tight grip on Blackstar's shirt. She realized how much she missed his brawny arms snake around her girth. She wanted the feel of his succulent breath blowing on her frail neck. She missed his narcissistic, egotistical, demanding, vulgar, obnoxious, and raucous behavior. She missed his loving, caring, sexual, affectionate devotion to their relationship. She missed him. Tsubaki closed her eyes and drifted to a long slumber, hoping that in the morning she will wake up to a snoring, noisy man next to her. Her eyelids felt heavy as sandbags and her head shifted to the side. Finally after two weeks of rivers flowing down her face; glasses' piling in her sink; wine bottles being emptied with each cup, Tsubaki was finally able to sleep. She could finally put her mind to rest.

As Tsubaki rest on her comfortable bed, her window creaked opened revealing a dark figure lurking in the shadows. Eyes staring at her fragile body sleep contently, a smile appeared in the mist of night. Slowly the lips moved forming a sentence from the shadow.

"Rest Tsubaki, soon you will be mine."

A knock came from the grand entrance of Soul's house. But he hesitated to answer. The last two weeks have been hell for him. He walked around in his boxers waiting and praying Maka would actually see him. Many days have passed and not once has she answered her phone, opened her door, or read any of his letters. He started to think she actually wanted nothing to do with him. He lazed around in his underwear thinking of ways he could convince Maka to listen to him and stop being so stubborn. Soul felt something real from her, and he wanted to experience more of it. He needed to see her forest green eyes again, her dirty blonde hair, her lean legs. But knowing her headstrong personality and his cool but strong personality, they were not going to see each other until one of them would stop being so hardheaded.

Soul slothfully walked towards the door, stitching his feet to the ground. His face pale and eyes half open, Soul opened the door to expose only his eye. As his crimson eye examined the figure at his door, something sparked his interest. His crimson eyes locked with a certain forest green orbs. Soul's eyes didn't stop there; he dropped his vision to a familiar sight of lean legs he wished to see for the past two weeks.

"Well, will you let me in?" Maka shyly asked Soul.

Soul's eyes gazed back into Maka's eyes completely confused of her request.

"Cool, but I need to put on some pants." Soul replied

"Oh okay, I'll just wait in the living room."

"Cool."

Soul let Maka into his humble abode, leading her to the disorganized living room. As Maka stood in a pile of unfinished, crumbled up sheet music paper, Soul ran to his room to throw on his gray sweatpants. Soul walked back down watching as Maka began to examine the papers on his floor. He chuckled to himself; Maka seemed to try to hum the notes on the paper. Maka turned around to see Soul glaring at her. Her face turned a bright cherry red; Maka dropped the papers and covered her face.

"Don't be embarrassed, I see you have terrible taste in music." Soul said as he walked towards his living room.

"You write really dark music, but I don't see you playing an instrument." Maka explained fuddled by his abundant amount of sheets on the floor. Soul sat on the couch while Maka stayed on the floor with the papers. Soul glared into her eyes and etched a smile, mysteriously gawking into her eyes.

"What instrument do you think I play?" Soul's voice darkened, deepening with every word.

"I don't know…..umm…..guitar?"

Soul laughed making Maka uncomfortable with her last question. Soul saw Maka's uneasiness; he stopped laughing hoping she would feel better. Soul traveled into his hallway pushing his small bookcase to reveal a room hidden. Not sure if she was going crazy or he actually had a secret lair, Maka followed him into the room. To her surprise Soul sat playing a black grand piano. But not any grand piano, an engraved, polished, black with red Soul Evans letters on the side, grand piano.

"The piano, of course a cool guy would play this instrument." Maka said but Soul didn't retort back. Soul sat and played what was on the pile of sheet music in front of him. Maka grasped the notes; the B sharp and F notes immersed themselves around her eardrums. Sucking her into his trance, the notes compelled Maka to sit next to Soul as he played. Soul's fingers dominated the piano keys. Maka watched Soul's supremacy of the instrument. But his sinister music controlled her actions. The music caressed her ears; the darkness of the notes stroked her skin; the cynical way the rhythm swayed into her soul, capturing not only her attention but her spirit. She felt enslaved to his music. As Soul's song ended, Maka lost the grip of the music, returning to reality.

"Evans family piano; dad bought it when I was five. I had to start early to be as good as my family."

"You're amazing." Maka inched closer to him on the seat.

"Not when you have a family full of musicians who receive millions just for playing a note."

Maka stiffened as Soul confined in her. She now understood why he doesn't take shit from people and never let anyone pressure him or disrespect him. He was pressured to be the best and now he wanted to rebel. But why did the imbecile have to rebel to her heart. Maka couldn't take the silence, especially the fact that it was two in the morning, and she had no idea if her best friend was even conscious. She didn't want to bother Kid and Liz with her single problems, and Patty was spending way more time with Kilik that she thought she would be, but Patty did hint that she wanted a ring(I'm guessing seven years is too long a wait). Maka had no one else to turn to, plus she was extremely lonely without Soul's beady red eyes glaring at her. They haven't even officially dated and she could tell she would be hooked. Maka never had a serious relationship. Boys never tripped over Maka; Tsubaki and Liz, yes, Maka…no. Maka was the nerd girl who always had her hair in two pigtails and had long lean legs but no tits or butt. She was strong and could fight but the boys in her undergrad college days didn't like that. Boys loved the curves Tsubaki had; the experience Liz had; the crazy but fun personality Patty had but Maka was the good friend or person to cheat off of. Maka had one boyfriend but that was a different story for another time.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Will you go on a real date with me; as more than your friend?" Soul reached for Maka's hand, clutching her digits between his own. Maka smiled looking down at their entwined fingers; she looked up genuinely smiling at Soul.

"Yes I will."

Soul and Maka smiled at each other; Soul leaned in, brushing his lips against Maka's but her hands pressed against his bare chest, stopping his attempt to kiss her. Maka glared into Soul deep crimson orbs, stood up and walked towards the door. Soul looked surprised as Maka actually got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Soul questioned before Maka could make any advances to leave his condo.

"Home to sleep."

"Put on something sexy. I might come over to kiss you goodnight."

"Ugh! Whatever Soul."

Soul laughed as Maka walked out of the room. Maka walked out his condo blushing red on her cheeks. She was excited and terrified that she would have to go on a date with Soul. What if she messed up? What if she sounded too smart? What if she didn't have enough boobs to be sexy in a dress? So many questions ran through her mind as she walked home. Maka needed her sleep before she would see anyone, because Maka without sleep was a vampire without blood. Maka ran up the stairs of her building to her one bedroom apartment but find something more than her bed. The opened front door of Maka's apartment sparked her curiosity. Why would her door be opened if she locked it before she went to see Soul? Maka cautiously entered her apartment trying not to make a sound. It was then she saw a broad figure standing in the middle of her doorway. The figure had crazy eyes; short, brown eyes; and a shark toothy grin similar to the one Soul has. The man had fair skin but not pale and had his shirt open to expose his tightened abdomen. The man took one look at Maka and smirked.

"Well, well, well…never thought I'd have to meet you like this." The deep voice stated.

"Who are you?" Maka asked ferociously, ready to break the man's nose.

"Giriko. I'm sure you have heard of me."

"Yes, I have but you need to leave…now!"

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Grab her."

"NO!"

Two weeks. She hasn't had her period and it's been two weeks. Liz was beginning to think that maybe she would be pregnant. Liz tried calling one of the girls but only Patty answered the phone. Liz sat on her porcelain toilet, dangling a pregnancy test in her hand. Liz was frightened; the test could be negative. Liz wanted a child badly and after countless attempts, Kid finally agreed to try to have a baby. She didn't want to have tried and have her dream fail. Not only did she want this baby, but she wanted a family more than anything.

Liz waited outside the bathroom door when her sister said she would be over soon. She heard her sister's giggling from down the stairs. Liz turned to see Patty's smile, only to change into a frown when Patty saw Liz's expression. Patty held her sister close, both awaiting the results of the test. Patty faced her sister and whispered quietly, "Has it been time yet?" Liz looked at Patty and shook her head. The two waited for another two minutes together before Liz walked back into the bathroom. With the moment she had to herself, Liz picked up the pregnancy test.

The stick would tell her whether she would be a mother or not. The peeing stick that would assure her that her stomach will grow in nine months. The device which held the truth of her awkward stomach pain, round belly, erratic emotions, and uncontrollable cravings was in her hands. Liz glared at the stick; she fraught with tears. Blue, the sign was blue. The result filled her heart with joy of the positive outcome. Elizabeth Thompson Death was pregnant. Liz zombie walked out of the bathroom, with her mouth agape and eyes red. Patty feared the worst; maybe it wasn't Liz's time to be a mom. But before Patty could comfort her sister Liz spoke her blessing.

"I'm pregnant." With that sentence, the two sisters held each other's hands, jumping up and down for joy of the news.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY! I'm gonna be an auntie! I'm gonna be an auntie! Patty squealed for joy.

"I can't wait until Kid gets home. He will be so happy." Liz and Patty held each other until the phone rang. Liz and Patty looked at each other suspiciously. Who would call at two in the morning? Liz thought to herself. Liz walked down into the living room at picked up the phone.

"Yes?" Liz spoke.

"Hello Elizabeth, hopefully you remember my acquaintance but if you don't let me remind you –" Right before the seductive voice finished her sentence, bricks tied with spiders in glass jars, punctured the windows of the mansion. As the glass broke to the ground, Patty ran down the stairs to see if Liz was alright.

"What the hell? Who is this?" Liz said in a malicious tone.

"Arachne. Missed me?" She retorted in a sinister voice.

Liz dropped the phone; she was in deep shit. Patty walked over to the bricks and found a note stuck to a glass jar with a black and white spider.

Sorry to be such a burden, but I need your cooperation.

Come to the warehouse or Kid dies.

Meet tomorrow at 8pm. Hope you remember the address.

Patty read in horror; she didn't want Kid to die. Patty ran to Liz and handed her the note. Liz read the piece of paper and couldn't hold back her tears. How could this be happening to her? Why now? Liz reached the phone to answer the conniving wretch.

"Tomorrow at eight?" Liz asked still shaking from her tears

"That's right."

"We'll be there."

"Good."

Liz hung up the phone and keeled over in sadness. She didn't want this to happen. She wanted a normal life away from the gangs and the negatives of the streets, but it seemed to always find her and Patty along the way. Finally when something good is going for her, something is being taken away. In this case, it was her husband. Liz got up and ran up the stairs, leaving Patty bewildered. Patty walked behind her sister into her old bedroom. Before the two went into their separate rooms, they shared a glance.

"Tomorrow, we will meet them and get Kid back."

"I know sissy; don't worry, we'll be a family again." Patty said reassuring her sister.

The two went inside of their rooms. Liz snuggled under the covers crying to sleep while Patty snored the night away. Kid will come home. Liz would make sure of it.

"Dammit!" Blackstar yelled at his phone. "Why can't I just dial her damn number?"

Two weeks, Blackstar has been trying to convince himself that he didn't need Tsubaki. That he didn't need to explain his past to her, even if it meant her exiting his life forever. But even the GREAT BLACKSTAR, himself could comprehend that Tsubaki was his Goddess. She is the only one to listen to his rants about his godliness, and to shower him with attention. He loved how she could keep her tranquility through their arguments. When she would wake up, she would make him a breakfast only fit for a god. He would be the man to surpass God, and with her, God would be jealous.

Blackstar got up from his couch and walked into his bedroom when his eyes caught the sight of a certain pair of jeans. Her blue jeans, the jeans that enhanced her hips even more than usual. The jeans that captures Blackstar's breath when she walks by in them. He wanted to drop them off at her place days ago, but he knew she wouldn't answer her door. And if she did, he would have to explain his horrid childhood. He didn't want to go through the motions of Tsubaki judging his character as a teen. But those jeans wouldn't go away.

Blackstar held the jeans in his hands, caressing the fabric as if it were soft skin. He felt her body in this cloth, but he knew she wasn't in it. He wanted her hands caressing his skin and muscles. He needed her ecstasy, her love. Depressed from remembering the good times with her jeans, Blackstar folded the pants and placed them in his drawers. He lay in his bed thinking of Tsubaki and what she could be doing. Blackstar tossed and turned trying to snooze, but his mind would not reward him with sleep. He needed to speak to Tsubaki and fast. Blackstar broke three cell phones within the past two weeks, trying to call Tsubaki but his pride always got the best of him. He desired her company but he was too proud to admit his faults. But today would change…he would call and talk to his Goddess and reclaim what is his.

Blackstar headed to the phone but was stricken with fear when his eyes met the familiar long black cape. He lost his breath as the figure slowly turned to face her host. The pale skin, black eyes, black lips, and her onyx dress. Blackstar stood and gawked at the villainous Arachne. She turned and smiled while looking over her shoulder at Blackstar. He stood jaw dropped. Why the hell was this witch in his apartment?

"Oh I hope you don't mind, I used your phone to call an old pal. How have you been Blackstar?" Arachne asked in a seductive yet evil tone.

"…"

"Speechless….surprising. Maybe that Tsubaki girl did bring out the better qualities in you." Blackstar's eyes widen as he heard the slithering spider speak his lover's name.

"DON'T DARE SPEAK HER NAME! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SAY SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NAME!" Blackstar's eyes began their turn. His eyes shaped into little tiny stars causing Arachne to move back cautiously bur still remaining her ground.

"Please calm down, you can have her back, all you have to do is go to the warehouse." Arachne said while playing with her raven spider.

"If I didn't go that Monday when Giriko threatened me, what makes you think I'll go when you say?" Arachne laughed at Blackstar's question causing him to raise his brow.

"If you ever want to see that girl of yours again you will." Arachne left without any last words, breaking Blackstar to his knees. Blackstar looked over to where Arachne last stood and saw a sheet of paper.

Warehouse at 8pm tomorrow. Get ready for a fun reunion.

If Blackstar was going to get Tsubaki back. He would have to put everything on the line. Blackstar would never risk his life for anyone. He was the ALL POWERFUL BLACKSTAR; he needed no mortal to complete him. But Tsubaki wasn't a mortal she was a great equal to Blackstar and his only equal. Though he would never admit it, Tsubaki made him better and he needed to save her before he lost his hope for good.

A/N : sorry for being so late with my new chapter. I really thought this through. Review and share, I love your comments :D. SHOUTOUT TO 1rocker-chic and black-blooded insanity! They really talked me into continuing this story and gave me their thoughts of the story. Go and check out their stories. Have to go and make a new chapter because shit will be getting serious.

CIAO,

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