Okay I have no excuse for being months late with a new chapter other than unspoken things happened. Enjoy this installment though.

Maka finally came back home after the very long dress rehearsal and nearly had a heart attack when she found Soul leaning against the wall ahead with a murderous vibe.

"O-Okay, before you do anything. I just want to say I'm sorry-"

"You put me in a skirt." The other male growled.

"But that doesn't mean you have to kill me!"

"I might as well. I nearly got raped today."

"That means you look great!"

"Great enough to get harassed?"

"... Maybe?" Before Soul could strangle her, Maka caught sight of the clothes she had threw in a recycling box and frowned. As far as she knew, Soul had worn the clothes she 'accidently' left for him and there is no way the scythe would have been able to navigate himself back in the building correctly to get his things. "Wait... how did you get your stuff back?" Soul glanced at his bag and was vaguely reminded of Kid returning his items.

"Don't change the subject." He muttered while fighting off the urge to blush.

"I'm not! You can kill me later, I just want to know how you got all those things. I thought I threw them out-"

"So you did switch out my clothes!" Soul accused and the ash-blonde haired girl bit her bottom lip after realizing her slip-up.

"U-Um... n-not necessarily... Oh come on! I just did you a favor! Now we can finally go to the mall and-"

"I'm not buying anything." Soul finalized while pushing himself off the wall. "You are and you know what I wear. As if I want those people out there to get a second chance to have at it with me."

Before she could say anything else, the fuming teen walked back to his room. Maka knew she may have gone a bit overboard but at the same time, she thought Soul would see the hidden message between her actions. After all, she knows that she is right about him having a more admirable body that should be put into good use. Plus, she knew that Soul would agree to her someday. Just a few nudges in the right places and he will be wearing all sorts of skirts in no time. Or she could keep dressing up that life-size doll of her friend until the time comes for the real thing.

Next Day...

Soul stared at his notes mindlessly as the teacher droned on and on about literary techniques. Through the years, he has been attentive and determined to know every single piece of information by heart but today was just not his day. Mainly because he could not stop thinking about Black Star and Kid. His meetings with the two males had somehow taken over his head and all he could imagine was finding them someplace again. Namely Black Star. He had the bluenette's phone number and weirdly enough, wanted to just slip back in those girly clothing so he could meet him again.

"Class dismissed." Had the bell rang already?

Soul walked out with everyone else and decided to go to a nearby café for lunch. His mood would only worsen with whatever the school lunch system claims is healthy and maybe he could have some time to think to himself about his options of whether he wants to be: a writer or an actor.

Kid and Maka want him to be an actor. What is wrong with writing though? Couldn't he have both jobs?

"They would probably hate me if I didn't accept their request. But this is my life dammit. But it is pretty boring- shut up other me." Soul saw someone looking at him as though he had three heads and nervously grinned before speeding off.

This is what happens when he does not focus on writing. He'll start talking to himself as though he has no friends... oh wait.

Soul huffed as he threw himself in a booth to himself near the corner of the café. He was tired and just wanted to go home. Which is probably what he would do if it wasn't for the math exam coming up in his next period. He should have taken that instead of history for Summer School so he would not have to put up with the cursed numbers.

A waiter came up and handed him a menu while holding up a notepad.

"Okay, may I take your drink when you are ready?"

"Water please." He immediately said while holding up with folder. The waiter did so and quickly stepped away as Soul looked at the choices. He just wanted something cold and soothing from the summer hear to eat. Maybe pudding... cheesecake... ice-cream...

"What about the red velvet cake?" Oh yes, that sounds nice too... Wait.

Soul looked up and tensed when he saw Black Star sitting at a table right next to his. Soul started to panic since he was very well not dressed as a girl. But what's the problem with that? He is a guy after all! But what would Black Star think after realizing that the person he saved yesterday actually wore pants and not a skirt?

Death The Kid: 9

Black Star: 8

I'll be back with a longer and improved chapter soon!