Well, hey guys. I was reading some of the past chapter and DAMN. I used to write really bad. :/ Well, I started this almost two years ago I think... Well, in any case I hope I have improved up to this point. I know my newest Fan Fiction, an ATLA one, is pretty long. Anyway, enjoy this UPDATE. :D

Clock.

Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.

Could the sounds of a clock be any more annoying? At that time Maka hadn't thought it possible. But it was a pattern, maybe that's why it bothered her so much. She knew what to expect next. After the tok would be a tik and vise versa. There was no mystery to it. And, with every tik or tok she knew another second had past.

He was supposed to be home over an hour ago... what if something bad had happened to him? Pale green eyes widened at the thought. Maka was always a bit panicky now a days, it could be caused by the black blood, the anxiety, the worry. Maka was sitting at the kitchen table, she had been leaning forward with her head resting on the cool wood, but at that thought she was suddenly very alert. With another glance to the clock she noted that it was now and hour and five minutes past when Soul had said he would be back.

Maka wasn't used to Soul going off on his own, they were so busy now that he was death scythe that everything that one did the other was close behind, it was almost like they had hardly any time to be alone any more. But Soul had wanted a night out with the guys... just him and Kid and Black Star. Maka had thought about gathering the girls and trying for a girls night out, but she had decided that rather than going out and partying with the ladies, she was going to stay home and study. MAN. She really was boring sometimes wasn't she?

The sandy blonde head lifted again towards the clock. Had ten more minutes past by that quickly? Bitting her lip she decided she would go searching for him. What if something really did happen? It was mid winter, which meant it was freezing outside. She grabbed a coat and locked up the little apartment and started down the stair, not running but still walking like she was in a hurry. She was just going out the door and about to turn the corner of the building when she ran smack dab into the white haired man.

"Ah- Maka?" He said, his head tilted slightly. He smiled a bit, his cheeks and nose slightly pink, from the cold no doubt. "What's the rush?"

Maka blinked, starring up at him. Then a smile formed and draped herself over him in a big bone crushing hug. She released him them and punching him firmly in the gut.

Soul was more than shocked by the sudden hug, but wasn't surprised at all by the punch. Of course there was a catch. he knelt over a bit, holding his stomach. "What they hell was that for!" He shouted.

"You jerk! You said you would be back by ten! It's eleven fifteen!" She said, a pout on her face. "I was about to look for you- make sure you didn't get into trouble."

Soul raised a brow at her accusation, blinked, pulling out a pocket watch. "I'm not an hour late. Only fifteen minutes." He said. It then dawned on him what was wrong. "The clock in the kitchen is an hour ahead. Remember? We never changed it after Day lights savings last week?"

Maka blinked, looking between Soul's pocket watch and the mental image of the clock hanging over the stove. She had forgotten all about that. "Oh..." She muttered, feeling her cheeks turn a bit pink. He was only fifteen minutes late. She felt rather silly about it now. She had been worrying so long for, well, nothing really.

Soul couldn't help but give her a gentle smile. He placed his hand on her head and grinned widely, showing off his shark like teeth, "Sorry for being late, Maka. Let's go back inside. It's cold out here." He started to lead her in, and once safely inside patted her head again. "Thank you for worrying." He said quickly, before walking up the steps.