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22. . . . Because I'm Not Afraid (Maybe?)

At five twenty, Raissa gave Soul a call:

"Hey, we doing practice today or the date instead?"

"Uh . . . Both?"

"Hmm . . . Yeah. Sounds good."

"See ya soon."

"Later Soul."

**hangs up**

At five forty, Raissa was deeply intent on re-loading her gun before the zombies tore through the door when Soul called. Raissa quickly turned it on speaker before she had to start shooting:

"I was thinking you could come over to Maka's and my place instead."

"Why?"

"Because you rock at Call Of Duty and this person keeps beating me. . . So uncool."

"Haha, will do, see you in twenty minutes."

"Later."

"DIE ZOMBIE!"

"Uh. . . What?"

"Sorry! You don't die, you stay alive! Bye!"

**hangs up**

Hiro laughs and laughs hard at the exchange. "That was so awesome!" Raissa laughed too, and then she asked, "You wanna know what else is awesome?"

"What?"

"You're being eaten by zombies right now cause' you're out of ammo."

"Crap!"

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It was six and Raissa was rapping her fist lightly on the front door of Maka and Soul's apartment. Maka opened the door, chipper as always, "Hey Raissa! Come in." Raissa nodded and smiled, "Thanks Maka!" she nodded back and then flounced to the kitchen. Seeing Soul sitting on the couch, already started CoD, Raissa sat next to him.

Two kills away from two hundred without a death and he was taken out by a sniper through a broken glass window. "Dang it." Soul murmured, "Stupid sniper gets me every time. Maybe I should snipe him!"

Raissa laughed as Soul passed her a controller, "The sniper is easy to deal with, just place all of your bombs in that spot."

"He's at the point through a glitch in the game, I've already tried." Soul responded, moving his person behind a building while Raissa continued hers forward. "So he likes to play dirty?" Raissa smiled some-what darkly, "I'm French, he hasn't seen dirty yet."

Pulling through the glitch, Raissa sniped the sniper and set mines there to blast him sky high. "How'd you get mines to go off individually?" Soul asked, turning his entire controller like it would effect the speed of the tank he was then driving. "Glitch." Raissa replied casually.

"Wow, you are French."

Raissa laughed, and pinched her tongue between her teeth, trying to focus.

"So why are you afraid of me?" Soul asked. Raissa just continued to play as she had been before, anticipating this question hours ago. "If I be honest, will you promise not to freak out?" she asked somewhat quietly. Soul groaned inwardly, she really was afraid of him.

"Of course I won't freak."

". . . Ok. I saw you playing the piano at school one day. There was madness in your eyes. . ." Raissa paused, glancing at Soul. He looked at her, scarlet eyes unmoving, "Yeah. . . The piano is the key to my madness. . . There's really no other way to explain it. I'm not going crazy, but whenever I play that song. . ."

He paused, as if finally wondering if he should be telling her all of this, and then decided yes. "I just go mad for a bit." Raissa then thought of something that would have been helpful a long time ago. She smiled at Soul and quoted, "We all go a little mad sometimes."

Soul smiled cheekily, the first real smile Raissa had ever seen, and proceeded to shot her on the video game screen.

"You betrayed me!" she gaped, and Soul laughed. "Yes! 200 kills before death! Take that, Mr. Vospirescauchemar!"

Raissa almost choked on a laugh when he said that. "Uh Soul . . ."

"Yeah?"

"That's me. . ."

Soul gaped for a bit and then, a semi-menacing-semi-mischievous smirk came onto his face, "You are so going down." Raissa laughed and reloaded, "In your dreams, Blanca."

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Omake

(After End Chapter Scene)

It was three in the morning, when the exhausted Soul and Raissa turned off the game. The lack of light hurting their eyes. "See ya tomorrow?" Raissa asked with a yawn, standing up and causing an already sleeping Maka to fall off the couch and onto the floor. She remained undisturbed.

"You mean today?" Soul questioned, also yawning, leaning back into the couch, his eyes trying to stay open. "Whatever." she yawned again, slowly falling back onto the couch, and inevitably, Soul's lap.

"Good night." Raissa whispered as she drifted off.

"Good morning." he answered back.

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I know Omake's are usually more funny than fluffy, but I haven't fluffied it up in a while :D plus, we are really reaching the romance part of this humor/romance story.

Oh, and Blanca (Just in case you had no idea) is white in French. (Meant to comment on Soul's hair.)

I hope you liked this chapter! I think its one of the funniest, longest ones I've written so far. (I made a lot of jokes in here, I sure HOPE they were funny.)

Anyways, review! And thanks for reading!