So I finished this chapter a lot sooner than I expected to. It had a little bit of fluff and I seriously hope that it actually goes with the story. Anyways, let's continue on.

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Chapter Seven - Depending

Maka's POV

After our argument, if you could even really call it that, Soul seemed to be trying a little more. He didn't sleep during class, but that didn't mean he was fully paying attention either. He looked forward, his eyes on Sid, but it seemed that only part of the lectures actually stuck. Soul was trying though and that meant a lot to me.

"Ready for practice?" Soul stood and waited for me as I packed my things.

"Depends…. Are you going to complain?"

Soul frowned, but then his mouth quirked to the side in a small smirk. "I'll try my best not to. I mean, it is about time we challenged Black Star to a another match and I'd rather not forfeit, again."

My mouth opened as I gasped. "Are you being serious?"

"No, I just saying that because I wanted to."

I pouted, sticking my tongue out at Soul as he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't sure you jerk! You always seem so scared whenever I mention fighting him again."

"I'm never scared, tiny tits." Soul seemed to have sensed the Maka-chop as he ducked before it could reach him. He grabbed my hand and pulled us out of the now empty classroom. "I'm sorry. That was uncool."

I wanted to scold him, but I just couldn't seem to. Soul didn't mean to insult me; he just didn't want to admit that he was scared. It seemed he cared a lot about his image, which didn't make sense to me. Soul always seemed to act like he didn't care, but he did, quite a bit. It only made me wonder what made him so insecure.

"I'll let it go…. For now at least."

"I'll cook dinner tonight."

"And you're forgiven. So, shall we go ask Black Star for that rematch?"

"As long as you're ready, I'm ready."

I smiled and tightened my grip on Soul's hand. He grinned down at me and followed as I pulled him down the hallway and out into the field.


I fell to the ground, the air being knocked out of me. It took a second, but by then I was moving and back on my feet. I looked across the field at Black Star as he stood, laughing.

"Are you alright?" Soul's voice echoed from the scythe as the eye at the top seemed to narrow in concern.

"Yeah. Let's continue."

Black Star took my nod as ready and charged forward. I held my ground as he came closer, waiting for the right time. Black Star only grinned wider, probably taking my stillness as me still trying to recover. He jumped up, going for a high blow. I saw the opening and dove down underneath, the blunt end of the blade hitting Black Star's stomach. A gasp escaped his lips, but that was it as he landed behind me.

"That was weak." He twirled around, but I already was swinging the blade of the scythe down. Black Star jumped back, growling in the process. "Not fair."

"Wasn't supposed to be."

"Do you honestly think you can beat your god?"

"Never said you were my god." The banter had increased over the course of the rematch, but it seemed that my last statement had struck a nerve.

Black Star screamed as he ran forward, the blades of Tsubaki's chain scythe pointing directly at my neck. While Black Star would never actually harm me, he wasn't against using scare tactics. The only problem with him using them on me though was that it didn't work.

Black Star's weapon connected with mine, the noise overwhelming my ears. I pushed back, causing him to fly away from me. Using the moment, I twirled Soul around and using the end of the staff I collided with Black Star's chest. Air was pushed out of his lungs as he was tackled to the ground, the staff still holding him down as I grinned down at him.

"Give?"

"As if. You just got lucky."

"You know, you've said that the last three rounds. Sounds like someone doesn't want to admit defeat."

"I am a god. I am never defeated."

"Are you sure?"

"You just got lucky. Now, get off of me. I'm done fighting you."

"So, you're forfeiting?"

"What? No! I'm just done for now. We'll continue another time. A god does not forfeit. I'm just calling a time out."

Knowing that that was the closest I would get to Black Star admitting to giving up, I pulled the scythe off of him and stepped back. Black Star stood, grumbling to himself the whole time, as Tsubaki transformed back. She smiled at me before grabbing Black Star by the shoulder and leading back to the school. Soul changed back as well and looked at me, confused.

"So, we won, right?"

"No. We did beat him, but we didn't win. Black Star was right, kind of."

"What do you mean?"

"I am a little lucky. Black Star seems to just be having a bad day. He was good, but I know he could do better. Black Star is one of the best, but don't let him know I said that. His ego is already too big."

Soul looked down at me, his mouth forming the closest thing to a smile that I'd seen. It wasn't just his cocky smirk or mischievous grin, it was a bit more genuine. "Whatever you say, boss. That was pretty cool, though."

"And you didn't even throw up."

Soul groaned, his smile turning into a grimace. "Don't ever bring that up again."

"Aw, poor little Soul."

"Not cool, Maka."

I laughed and Soul's regular smirk appeared. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the building. "Let's go home."

"Now, that sounds like a great idea."

"Just remember you said you would cook."

"I was hoping you'd forget about that."

"Not a chance."

"Figures."


"What did you do?" I looked down at the floor, half cooked ingredients for spaghetti covering a majority of the kitchen tile. Soul didn't answer, his hand being held against his chest while he looked down at the disaster he had created. I sighed and slowly made my way over. "Let me see."

Soul seemed unsure at first, but eventually put his hand in mine, his skin already a dark pink and seeming to be getting darker as time went on. I pulled him towards the sink and turned on the cold water once his hand was under the faucet. Soul flinched back, hissing as the water made contact.

"I know it hurts, but it'll help in the long run." Soul sighed, his shoulders drooping. "What did you even do?"

"I put the stove on too high. The pot started overflowing and I went to grab it to take it off."

"Why didn't you just lower the setting?"

Soul frowned even more. "I wasn't thinking."

"Obviously."

"I didn't mean to, okay?" Soul's shoulders seemed to tense as he yelled. I couldn't help but regret what I had said. Soul was already beating himself up about it and I just made it worse.

"I know. I'm sorry for being rude."

Soul mumbled and I had to lean even closer in order to catch the quiet statement. "It's fine."

"Soul?" He looked down at me. "I really am sorry. I guess I didn't think about what I was saying. It was a mistake that even I've probably done a few time."

The frown disappeared from Soul's face, but that didn't mean a smile took its place. Soul had a neutral expression as I took his hand out from under the water. I led him to the hallway and pushed him towards the bathroom.

"You go fix your hand while I clean up."

"What about dinner?"

I smiled up at him as I rolled my eyes. "I guess we'll just order in again."

A smirk finally graced Soul's face as he nodded. "Thank death. I was worried you were going to make me still cook."

"Don't make me change my mind."

Soul looked like he was going to say more, but seemed to decide against it as he quickly turned and went to the bathroom for the first aid kit.


"Soul?"

He looked over at me as he continued to eat his pizza while sitting on the couch. "Hmm?"

"Did you ever really cook at home?"

"Not really."

"Didn't your parents want you to know how to take car of yourself though?" Soul looked down at his plate, his eyebrows furrowing as if he wasn't exactly sure on how to answer; his expression only got darker as the seconds ticked by. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't trying to pry, just curious. You don't have to answer if you don't want to talk about them."

"I…. I didn't need to learn how to cook. I mean, I watched the chefs cook every once in awhile, but-"

"Chefs?"

Soul's eyes widened as if he hadn't realized what he had said. "Um, well, you know, my parents were too busy to cook, so we had someone to cook for us. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a few people."

I narrowed my eyes as I stood up from my spot on the floor. Curiosity had taken place within me; what life had Soul grown up with? Walking closer I leaned in and met Soul's gaze. "Were you a rich boy, Soul?"

"What? No! Do I look like I came from a rich family?"

"No, but sometimes you act like you do."

"Oh, and what does that mean?" Soul was getting defensive, his walls coming up around him. I sighed, but then smiled.

"Nothing bad, Soul. I just meant that sometimes you're clueless. It's like you've never really had to do anything for yourself."

"So you're saying I'm an idiot."

"No! Stop trying to put words in my mouth. You're not an idiot, Soul. I may have said that, but if you'd let me finish you'd have heard that while it may seem like you don't know how to do a few things, I know you try. You attempted to cook, but I'm guessing that since you've never really cooked besides the few times I've seen you warm up soup, you had no clue how to make spaghetti."

"The tv show made it look easy," Soul's muttering only made my shake my head and laugh.

"It is easy, but not everyone succeeds on their first try. So, since you have little to no experience in the kitchen, how about we cook together the next few nights?"

Soul looked down at his pizza, a sad look passing over his features before a more determined one took over. "Sure, but don't be surprised when I mess up."

"That's okay. Nothing is perfect first try. I mean, it took us almost two months before we could actually almost beat Black Star. You had to transform back every time we battled him before, but today you actually made it through the whole fight."

"Almost? We beat him today though."

"Only because he didn't want to be bested. He'll train even harder now, which means next time will be extra hard." I pulled away and went back to sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. "Still, you did good today, and I'm proud of you."

Soul seemed to hide within his shirt collar as he smiled. "Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah. In fact, I think we'll be ready for our first mission by Halloween." The deer caught in the headlights look was not what I expected, but it's what I got from Soul. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just fine. Can't wait for the mission…. Sounds exciting."


This was fun to write and I'm glad that I'm back. Again, thank you to everyone who said they wanted it back.

The next chapter probably won't be up until the middle of November, but there is hope of finishing it early. I will try to update at least once a month from now on, hopefully more, but who knows.

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With that, I bid you goodbye.

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