A/N: Thanks for reading, it means a lot! I wanted to keep going on with this chapter, but I have about three hours worth of homework I have to do throughout the week. So yes, it is a bit short. The next one will be long, I promise. The Thompson sisters come in this chapter so I hope that makes up for the lack of Maka. (I know it doesn't, but hang on.) I hope you enjoy! I still don't own Soul Eater. Still do own my story. Shocking right?

Soul couldn't have been more glad to leave the house. After having to break up Black*Star and Kid's fight, a few customers came over. One however was very irritable (not uncommon) and tried to start a fist fight. Even though Soul was relieved that it was his fist and not a gun or knife, he didn't feel like having another hole in the wall. Black*Star moved in quickly and Kid joined in, but the guy was really aggressive and when Soul joined into the fight he clocked him in Soul's right eye.

They threw the guy outside the back door eventually, leaving the man to scamper off on his own. Kid called the Thompson sisters to come over in case the guy came back with a weapon for round two. There was usually always a round two; the people who they dealt to were desperate for the drug, and they came back even if it wasn't the right choice. The Thompson sisters had weapons of their own though and were very tough. That man probably wouldn't last a minute with those two around to help out.

Soul had to hold a frozen bag of peas to his eye to try to numb the pain, but it still stung like a bitch. He looked in the bathroom mirror and cringed at what he saw - a collection of cold colors lining his eye. It looked like smashed up blueberries frozen into ice. Not a pretty sight, and something he really didn't want Maka seeing. Down the hall he could hear the sisters enter through the kitchen-garage door.

"Hey guys," Liz greeted as Patty giggled hello.

"Hello Elizabeth," Kid replied cooly even though Soul and Black*Star both knew how on edge he was.

Kid always tried to keep his calm around the girls (unless he had one of his OCD attacks), so this time would be no exception.

"Woohoo! Liz and Patty are here! Now we can get this party started," Black*Star shouted.

Soul couldn't tell if he was trying to keep everyone's spirits up or if he was just being an idiot. There were times when Black*Star could be really analytical and understanding though, so Soul didn't try to typecast his behavior. With Black*Star there really was no point.

"Yep. Hey, where's Soul at," Liz asked.

"In here," Soul called from the bathroom.

He could hear Patty and Liz walk down the hall and up to the door. Shortly after a knock followed.

"You ok Soul? You didn't get cut or anything right," Liz questioned.

Soul sighed, "No Liz, I just -"

"He got socked right in the face," Black*Star said.

"Wow, let me see!" Patty exclaimed.

She flew open the door, causing Soul to be knocked over. Liz and Patty crouched down to meet his face as he slowly sat up from his position on the cold tile floor.

"Patty what the hell!"

"Oh calm down Soul, she was just worried about you is all. And judging from that nasty shiner you got I'd say she has every right to be," Liz defended.

Soul rubbed his head and sighed.

"I know. I'm trying to figure out what to do about it. Got any ideas?"

"I know! I know," Patty squealed as she raised her hand.

"You got an idea," Soul asked her.

Patty nodded eagerly, "Why don't you just draw on it, and make it go away?"

Soul blinked at her as Liz placed her hand on her shoulder.

"It's not like that Patty. You can't draw over a black eye with markers or crayons. But maybe ..." Liz trailed off studying Soul's black eye.

"Maybe what? Tell me, I'm all out of options," Soul said.

"Well, maybe we could use make up."

Soul's eyes widened as Liz pulled out a compact mirror from her small bag.

"I can't wear makeup, I'm a guy!"

"As far as I'm concerned I don't see a label on the compact that says guys aren't allowed to wear makeup. Of course you can always walk around with that nasty shiner on your face in public ..." Liz said.

"Lord Death," Soul muttered as Liz started to apply the makeup.

After a whole hour of pain as Liz and Patty applied the makeup, Soul looked at the clock and saw it was ten after two. To be on the safe side he decided he should probably leave then to avoid traffic and make it to the bookstore by three. He thanked Liz and Patty for fixing his eye, because even though they poked his eye and made it hurt worse you couldn't even tell there was a shiner.

He left the two behind with Black*Star in the kitchen as they started to eat lunch. Kid was keeping a look out through the living room window where he could have a full view of the backyard. He said farewell to Soul as Soul walked out the garage door. He went to his car and started it up. The wind was starting to get chillier, a clear sign of approaching autumn.

Soul decided to let the car heat up a bit, so he sat in the front seat of the driveway listening to the radio for a couple of minutes. The song was the same one from last night, but Soul still couldn't figure out the chord progression at that one part. He heard a bit of shouting from inside the house, making it clear that it was time to leave. That guy had probably come back or Kid and Black*Star got in another fight.

Just a little over fifteen minutes and he would be able to hang out with Maka. He could last a little over fifteen minutes.