Author's note: Honestly, I had intended for the first story to be a one shot, but as I already know, I have no self control. I have no idea how much I'll write, just depends on inspiration I guess. (Just fyi, reviews are great inspiration)

Roy G Biv

Maka sat scratching out her first essay at light speed for her advanced placement class. Soul and Black Star were collaborating together on the floor for one of those stereotypical "where do you see yourself in 10 years" first of the year assignments.

"Ya Hoo! My arms look ripped! Yeah, like that, but make my fist bigger. OH! I'll draw some blood exploding out of his nose.

"Yo, toss me the eraser."

"Dude, your face is awesome!"

"Mm, not cool enough." After living with Soul for years she had become very adapt at drowning out distractions. It was a very useful skill, especially when Black Star became involved. She finished the last line with a flourish of her pin and checked her watch. Eleven minuets and twenty eight seconds. It wasn't a record, but it was still dang good. She strolled over to the boys to check out what they were making. Of corse they had decided to go down an unorthodox route by coloring instead of writing the assigned thousand word essay.

She froze in shock, wide emerald eyes unable to look away from what she saw, "Holy shinigami . . ."

"What's wrong Maka?" Soul asked curiously.

"Bahaha! Isn't it obvious? Just look at her face. She's been blinded by our god like artistic powers," Black Star proclaimed loudly.

"You should shut your mouth before something flies into it," the silver haired weapon commented dryly. The picture was of taller and more muscular versions of the teenagers, though Soul had chosen to keep some of the litheness of his body. They were kicking the crap out of a load of bad souls, but the most shocking part was the bold choice of a background.

"How did I never notice after all this time? I mean I knew you were close but- And that time the two of you were locked together in- oh, this explains so much."

Black Star turned to his partner, "What is she muttering about? No need to be shy, just praise our art already!"

Maka gasped loudly and clapped her hands together, "Does this mean you're a couple now? Does Tsubaki know? I swear, if you told her before me- I thought if it was anyone it would be Kid, but there you go. This brings down my prospects for finding a boyfriend even more statistically speaking but, oh this is so exciting!"

Soul growled in frustration and barked out, "Would you shut up already and tell us what the heck you're talking about?"

The technician's eyes sparkled, "I've never had gay friends before!" Soul's whole body turned ghost white. His blank eyes bulged and his jaw went slack like he had been K. but Black Star burst out laughed.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

Maka looked confused and pointed at the drawing, "This is like your coming out of the closet thing right? I mean, that rainbow is really blatant," she said shielding her eyes with a hand from the brightness.

"WE ARE NOT GAY!" Soul burst out

"Actually we couldn't decide how to color the background to make it the most epic so we decided to use all of them," the ninja assassin shrugged. "Neither of us really thought about the symbolism. We can still use it though right?" he said the last part to his homework partner.

"NO!" Soul took a swing at his friend but he easily ducked below the strike. "Whoa guys, I'm fine with all this, but can you get a room room if you're gonna get physical? I'm not big on PDA."

"Maka-" the weapon warned.

"Oh come on, look at it!" She gestured at the picture and took a stance with her fists on her hips, "I'm Fabulous Man and this is my side kick Pretty Boy. We'll save the day with our rainbow sparkle powers!" Soul was growing more and more tense.

After his laughter subsided Black Star wiped his eyes."Yeah, I'M not offended by it, but we're not actually gay. We just wanted everyone in the business of fighting to know whose on top."

Maka looked thoughtful for a moment, "I think Soul would top."

"No way! I would totally top!" Black Star shouted indignantly. Soul was suddenly on his feet like he couldn't take anymore. He reached his partner in two long strides, snatched the front of her shirt in his fist, and took her lips in a fierce kiss that stole her breath.

He pulled away just far enough to bore his red gaze into her own eyes, "Not. Gay." He smirked dangerously at her expression, "You ever want more proof . . ." For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her again but instead she felt his warm breath make her ear tingle ". . . you know where to find me." The silver haired teenager brushed passed her and disappeared into his room. Maka released a shaky breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. She touched a finger to her lower lip finding a small spot of blood. One of his razor teeth must have grazed her. The danger of Soul's physical affection gave her a strange new feeling that she couldn't place.

"Damn," Black Star piped up in awe from his spot on the floor.