A/N: Yeah people, I'm a little late with posting this. But here it is now so hope you guys love it.

You know most of you reviewed on Excalibur's sneezing, which isn't quite the review I had in mind...

Speaking of which: reviews!
yuuki24688 - Yeah you gotta heart paramore :)
Dancing in Crimson - Well I hope this chapter really gets you happy and I'm glad you like my song choice.
foreveraliangel - Does he have to sneeze on peeps? Yes, yes he does. ;)
Evilwhiskers - glad you love my writing and I gotta admit I actually don't wake up with that bad of a hair problem. Sure my hair gets ruffled a bit, but it's not so bad since I can just pat it down and it looks fine :P
Spixie303 - Course she's a good singer! ;P
AnimeFreak8 - Soul will say many things that you will have to look below to read about. Fool!

4. An impossible possiblity

Soul POV

Okay, okay, I'll admit that the moment I saw Maka singing and cooking in our dorm room, I was kinda happy that I'd been here to see that.

First of all, she looked just as good as she did the other night, maybe even better. There was something about Maka. You couldn't just call her hot, it wasn't the right word. A little part of me was saying 'beautiful', but I instantly labelled that part as insanity.

Secondly, she sung really well. All pretty and sweet. I'd always liked hearing people sing. Almost anybody can play a few notes on an instrument, but only a few people can sing pretty. It's not something you can really learn.

So I didn't say hey or anything when I walked in, I just stood there and stared at her like some idiot, not wanting to interupt her singing or stop staring at her. So I kinda looked like a complete fool when she say me staring and broke off singing (and I'm embarrassed to admit that a little part of me was sad about that).

"Er... hi." She said awkwardly, ducking her head down in embarrassment. "Sorry about that."

The music carried on in the background and she turned it down, turning around to the saucepan of water boiling and pouring in a bag of pasta. I walked up behind her. She kept her eyes trained on the pasta. I had a feeling singing wasn't something she did around just anybody, like me and my piano playing. I never thought I was as good at playing as my brother was back home, so I always avoiding playing out of embarrassment. It was why I came here, to get away from my family of musical prodigies so I could be normal and never have to worry about my inferior playing. I wondered if Maka didn't think her singing was that good. Then I realized I was still staring at her and I moved away. "Do whatever you want." I told her gruffly, thinking I probably sounded rude.

She gave me a small, but weak smile. "Would you like some pasta? I came over here to see if BlackStar was hungry and there's enough for all three of us."

I nodded and sat down at the table nearby, watching her as she turned up the radio and got back to her cooking, though she didn't sing again. BlackStar eventually marched in though and his glance darted between us nervously. Clearly, even that moron could sense the tension in the air.

Soon the food was set in front of us and though it wasn't the stuff five star resturants are made of, it was pretty good. I hadn't had a normal home-cooking meal in a long time. When Maka had finished, she quickly washed her plate, made her excuses and then left.

BlackStar watched her go. "She's no big star like me, but Maka certainly brings a certain light to a dull day, that's for sure."

I blinked at the usually egotistical boy in surprise. "Do you have a crush on Maka or something?"

He looked at me in shock and for a moment I'd thought I'd hit the nail on the head, but then he broke out into hysterical laughter. "Me? And Maka?" He choked out between laughs. "No way, dude. That's a no-go zone with Maka and she's not my type. Besides, I kinda like her room mate, Tsubaki."

He blushed when he said that last part and I was about to start teasing when he looked at me curiously, his gaze too focused for the normal dumbass room mate I knew. "Why are you asking? Do you have a crush on Maka or something?"

"No!" I answered quickly. It was the truth. I didn't quite know Maka well enough to call it a crush, but I was definitely interested. She was pretty interesting, with her personality, her great looks and that amazing voice. Okay... maybe I had a little crush. Just a little one.

My quick answer didn't fool BlackStar to my surprise. He grinned at me knowingly and I wanted to punch him. "You have the worst look, dude. Of all girls, Maka."

I frowned. "What'd you mean?"

"Maka doesn't date. Ever. Never has and doesn't have plans to either." He told me. "If a guy even looks at her the wrong way she gets into a fight with them."

I was instantly curious. "Why not then? Is she holding out for Mr Right or something dumb like that?"

BlackStar gave me a sympathetic grimace. "If she was, you'd probably have a chance. But maka has battle scars, the kind you can't see."

What the Hell? Was BlackStar hitting the drugs or is this what he was like when he was sober? He sounded all deep and stuff. "I swear to God, BlackStar, if you don't explain what you mean-"

"Fine, fine. Maka's dad's a dirty rotten man-whore. And those are Maka's own words, by the way. He cheated on Maka's mother all the time and openly from since Maka was little. Eventually, Maka's mother had enough, divorced him and then disappeared off for a round the world trip, leaving behind a ten year old Maka. Maka's dad didn't change after that either and goes out with a different girl almost every week. Maka hasn't seen her mother since and only gets the ocasional postcard. She blames him entirely for her mother leaving and her abandonment and thinks all men are just as bad, with the exception of me because I'm apparently not a man, I'm a blue haired monkey. Can you believe she called me that!?"

No, because she forgot to add 'idiotic' and 'annoying'' to that particular insult. I couldn't believe it all. I'm surprised she didn't hit me for being male. "So I have no chance?"

BlackStar grinned. "Maybe you do, maybe you don't. In the end, all you have to do is convince Maka her entire lifelong belief of the make species is totally wrong and then convince her to go out with you. How hard can that be, right?"

I glared at him and he shrugged defensively, protesting: "It's possible!"

I really hate that idiotic, annoying, blue haired monkey.

A/N: Haha About that last line, people, to qoute McDonalds: I'm lovin' it. BlackStar makes me chuckle because he's such a changable character in my opinion and that makes him fun to write about. I don't think I'd ever actually be able to do an entire story from his point of view or something (Though I could probably manage a chapter or two or a one-shot) cuz I just think he's hard to get into the mind of. I find Kid and Patty hardest though. Kid's such a closed book and Patty's just impossible to figure out. -_-

So yeah, hope you like this little chapter and hopefully I'll be back soon with my next chapter. ;)

Review or BlackStar will sing 99 bottles of beer on the wall like nails on a chalkboard while pelting you with oranges.
Yeah, Maka ain't got nothing on that.

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