Day 14 - True Love: "Meeting when our mutual friend calls us to bail him out of jail" AU. This takes place in the same universe as Day 1 c:

"So, what're you in for?" a deep, throaty voice asked, breaking Maka out of her reverie. It was close to 2:00 am on a Saturday night and instead of sleeping like a normal person, Maka was at the local precinct bailing Black*Star out of jail.

Maka's head snapped up from the paperwork she was filling out. "Oh, I'm not–"

Of course. Of course. It was 2:00 am, Maka was under ugly fluorescent police precinct lights still wearing her Hello Kitty pajama pants and NYU sweatshirt and she was face to face with Soul Evans, who she had not seen since he left for Europe on his magical mystery music tour some months ago. He still had that scruffy musician thing going for him with his low riding jeans and messy white hair and oh god, were those tattoos? When did Maka start being attracted to tattoos?

"Black*Star?" Soul asked.

"Black*Star," Maka confirmed. "You?"

"Yeah. I guess he figured both of us couldn't say no," Soul huffed out a laugh. He looked down at her pants. "Hello, Kitty."

"Shut your face," Maka groused, her face going bright red. "I don't need this right now. I'm very busy making sure Black*Star doesn't become someone's jail girlfriend."

Soul peered over her shoulder. She could smell his soap and wowwas it inappropriate to be thinking romantic thoughts in a police precinct. Stupid Black*Star. He should have at least warned her to put on some lipstick. "Finish school yet?"

"Mhmm," Maka squeaked. She cleared her throat. "Working on my PhD now. How was Europe?"

"Europe's Europe," Soul shrugged.

"Spoken like a true rich kid," Maka teased. "Some of us would kill to see the world."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched. Soul was hurting. Maka had to stop herself from reaching out to him. "I invited you to come."

"I couldn't just drop everything and run halfway across the world." She regretted not going. Maka regretted a lot of things about their relationship. She mostly regretted telling him that they should break up because he'd probably fuck a supermodel and/or groupie in Europe. "Dating anyone?" Maka asked, hoping to sound casual.

"A French supermodel slash groupie," Soul leaned his back against the counter.

"Oh," Maka's voice went quiet.

"Idiot, I'm kidding. There's no one."

"Oh!" Maka brightened up. Hope blossomed in her chest. Was there still a chance? "I mean, not that it's a good thing that you're single… or anything."

Soul took her hand, his thumb stroking her palm gently. One of the cops hanging around needed to arrest this man for attempted murder because Maka was going to drop dead right then and there. "There can't be anyone else."

"Oh," Maka whispered. She leaned closer to him until they were nose to nose. It would be so, so easy to kiss him, she thought. "Soul…"

"OY!" a loud voice boomed. "STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR GOD THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"

Soul looked over at Black*Star and then back to Maka. "It probably wouldn't kill him to spend the night here."

Maka nodded eagerly. "It might even be a good thing. Maybe he'll learn from his mistakes?"

"Doubt it. Come back to my apartment for a bowl of Honey Bran Cluster Oats," Soul joked. "I probably still have a whole cabinet of unopened boxes."

That was it. Maka couldn't take it anymore. She had missed him so much and he was so hot and she loved him so desperately and fuck Europe for keeping him away for so long. Maka threw her arms around Soul and kissed him. She kissed him and kissed him while the police officers cheered in the background.

Maka finally pulled away, breathing hard. "I won't let you go again."

"Good," Soul grinned. "Because I don't want you to."

"OH, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! GET BACK HERE!" Black*Star screamed. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING? TRAITORS!"