I woke up the next morning to a very loud thud that sounded like it came from the kitchen.

"Soul," I grumbled.

As I dragged myself out of bed, I realized that what happened yesterday wasn't some crazy dream. I could stll faintly feel his lips on mine and the trail his hands traveled down my body. I smelled my hair and found it smelled faintly of Soul, warm and sweet with a little spice.

"Good morning," Soul cheerfully said when he heard me flop down on the couch.

"Soul, do you remember what happened last night?" I asked, not bothering to say good morning back.

"Uhh, yeah. Why?"

"Well," I sighed as I leaned my head back on the couch, "do you remember kissing me?"

Silence.

"Well?"

He let out a sigh, "yes, Maka, I do. And I enjoyed it more than I should have because I started feeling you up."

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, relived I wasn't imagining it. After a moment, I began to feel something rubbing my mid thigh. I ignored it for a while, but flung my eyes open when I realized that Soul was the one rubbing my thigh.

"Gah! Why...what...this...you..." I stammered as I tried to back away from him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you. But, your food's ready," he replied.

I threw him a disgusted and confused look before I went to the table and silently ate my food. Soul was sitting across from me, playing with his food and more than likely a little red in the face. He had made bacon, eggs, and pancakes for breakfast. His cooking skillls weren't the best, but it didn't leave you with a gross after taste in your mouth.

I stood up after I finished my meal and set my plate in the sink before I finished my coffee. Soul glanced up at me as I stood quiety drinking my coffee. It was obvious the boy liked me when we were out wondering around. He always found an excuse to touch me or hold my hand, it was getting annoying if you ask me.

(Time skip 6 hours)

"Soul?" I called from my room.

"Yeah Maka?" came his strangled reply.

"I'm going out with Black Star to meet his partner. Wanna join?"

Silence. And then a low sigh.

"Sure. It won't hurt," he reluctantly said.

As we got ready to go, I noticed that he was a little tence. He told me that it was nothing and that it would go away soon. I looked at him, feeling scared and a bit protective of him, and asked the unspoken question of if he really wanted to go. He gave a weak smile and walked out to his bike, keeping his distance from me. When I climbed on the bike and wrapped my arms around his waist, I felt him relax a little and heard a sigh escape his lips. He turned the key and the engine roared to life.

"Soul?" I asked, aware of the concern that was clearly heard in my voice.

"What?" he replied, shutting off the engine and getting down from the bike so he could see my face.

"You don't have to go of you don't want to. I'll be okay if you don't," I lied.

I wanted him to go, but with how he was acting I could tell something was bothering him.

His crimson eyes looked into my emerald ones, pain and depression swirling in them.

"Maka," he muttered, resting a hand on my thigh. "I have something to tell you that is important."

"W-what is it?" I asked as fear began to claw at my chest.

"I'm not who you think I am. I'm not cut out to be your weapon, hell I'm not fit to be anybody's weapon. I'm a musician. My life has been over run by my emotions, both for you and my family," he swallowed. "And my mother asked me to go back home."

"H-how long?"

"A few years. Maybe more."

His eyes lowered to the ground and he sniffed. My eyes began to water and I almost threw my arms around him, but stopped myself when I remembered I was still sitting on the bike.

"S-Soul..." I choked out. "Y-you can't go. W-we have so much to d-do and see. You can't go," I said as my voice gave way to tears.

"I already told her I'd go, so I can't back out of it now."

I was on the ground now, my face buried in his shoulder and my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He rested his head on top of mine and put his arms protectively around my shoulders. My gentle sobs slowly turned into muffled cries as the reality of the situation hit me like a train. I felt him place a hand in my hair as he put his face in the crook of my neck, his ragged breathes sending chills down my spine.

"I'm sorry Maka," he said, crying prominent in his voice.