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"Geez Maka, how long are you going to glare?" asked the albino musician.

"What? I'm not glaring!" argued Maka. The Scythe rolled his eyes at his Meister's denial.

"Maka, if looks could kill, Eruka would be dead and there would be no trace of the body."

It was a quiet, peaceful day for the residents of Death City. Soul and Maka were enjoying the fresh air at the park, where Soul and Maka were currently sitting on the bench as everybody was relaxing.

But for the past three minutes, Maka would take a moment to shoot imaginary daggers at Eruka as she watched her talk with Crona. The pig tailed girl seemed to glare more and more at Eruka as time went by, barely hiding it from the others.

Accept for Soul.

"Your just imagining it." Maka told him as she kept up the glare. Soul looked at Maka, then at Eruka and Crona. He stifled a bit before laughing in his seat, which irritated Maka excruciatingly. "What are you laughing at?" Soul kept laughing, "I said what's so funny!" Maka was getting annoyed at how Soul appeared to have no intentions on answering her question. She closed her book, "Maka..."

"CHOP!"

KA-BONG!

Soul was on the concrete, groaning as he was suffering from not only a Maka Chop, but falling out of his seat on the hard, unforgiving ground.

"Geez, Maka...take it easy..." groaned Soul as Maka tapped her book in her hand.

"Now then, Soul. Are you going to tell me what you were laughing at?" growled Maka as she held the book threateningly.

"It's nothing, nothing." Soul assured her, "I'm just surprised to see you so green eyed." smirked Soul.

"Green eyed?" Maka asked curiously, "What are you talking about? My eyes are always green." Soul began snickering again.

"I mean jealous."

"What?!"

"Maka, you're completely jealous of Eruka." Soul said bluntly as he sat back on the bench, rubbing his head.

"I-I am not!" Maka denied, "In what way am I jealous?! What do I have to be jealous of?!" Maka demanded.

"You mean besides how close the two of them are?" Soul asked smugly, "The two of them are practically inseparable." Soul told her, "In fact, if I didn't know any better..." Soul stopped talking as a large grin carved itself onto his face and looked at Maka. Maka looked at Soul worriedly before the weapon began another uproar of laughter, which angered the Meister even more.

"What the hell is so funny, Soul?!" an irritated Maka demanded.

"You're jealous of Eruka because of that kiss, aren't you?"

"What?!" Maka yelped, "N-no!" Soul didn't believe and began laughing. "Shut up, Soul!"

"Oh man, this is priceless!" laughed Soul as he got up and took off, "Hey Black*Star!"

"Soul, get back here!"

"No way! Hey Black*Star! Black-"

"Maka Projectile Chop!" Maka had thrown her book with such precision and power that it clocked Soul in the back of the head, sending the weapon to the ground in pain, with a sudden greater pain when his face made contact with cement.

Everybody turned to see the display as Maka blushed a bit at the attention before picking up Soul and dragging him back to the bench.

"Do you think Maka's OK?" asked Crona, hopelessly confused.

"I'm more worried about Soul." Eruka answered.