A/N: Here we go! A special treat for you guys. Chapter four is here and I hope you guys enjoy reading.

Chapter Four: Back to Go Again

He wasn't in school today.

Maka was walking home from her special day at school where parents of Shibusen came in and talk to the class about what they do at the Elite weapon and meister school. She was so excited that her mother, one of the greatest meister of their time and her father, currently the strongest Death Scythe in Shibusen were there. She could tell her friendship with her classmates would be a little better as they witnessed their own parents being friendly with the Death Scythe couple. Little Maka knew that she wanted to be just like her Mama and to find a partner that she could love and turn him into an equal or greater Death Scythe than her father.

"What would you like to eat for dinner tonight?" Maka's mother asked her daughter and husband. "Pizza? Pasta?"

"Are you implying I should cook dinner tonight?" Death Scythe pouted his lips. "I think I want some curry tonight…"

"No, Papa!" Maka giggled. "We want your famous pizza!" Her mother swung her arm wider, cheering for Spirit to make pizza that night.

"Haha," Spirit laughed and picked Maka up from the cobble stone road. "Pizza tonight, if Maka helps me and for Mama to make Curry tomorrow." Her large green eyes looked to her father and now to her mother.

"Maybe the following day," Mama's smile disappeared. "We have that mission up north tomorrow and we will return to Death City late." Maka frowned, turning to her father to see his face mimicking her.

"It's okay, I'll still help Papa!" Maka smiled. "We can make curry next time. Tomorrow I get to stay in Shibusen until you come back?"

"Yep!"Spirit smiled at his daughter. "Sid, Nygus and Black Star will be there." Maka hugged her father's neck and held tight as she was carried up the stairs to their house. Maka remembered that not everyone was at school today. Black Star didn't show up today and it was the first time since she moved to Death City that Black Star missed class. Come to think of it, Maka never saw Black Star's parents. She was a smart girl, because Black Star never called Sid his father or Sid act like a father to the boy. If anything, he was like an older brother to Black Star.

"Where are Black Star's parents?" Maka whispered into her father's ear. Spirit tilted his head towards his daughter, trying to answer her without alarming his wife.

"Sid is his father."

"Don't lie to her." Maka looked over her shoulder and at her mother. "Sid is his guardian." She pulled out the house keys from her purse and unlocked the door. "His parents…" She paused as she saw the small figure snoring on their leather couch. Spirit put Maka down and walked over to the little boy sleeping amongst the cushions.

"How did he get in our house?" Spirit reached over to the loveseat for the quilt and placed it over Black Star, tucking him in.

"I'll call Sid and let him know he is here." Maka looked at her mother raced to the kitchen phone and her father followed suit. When they both left the room, she walked over to the sleeping boy on her couch, sleeping with her quilt. Her eyes watched the rise and fall of the quilt, the messy blue hair peering out of two cushions, and his face buried deep between a cushion and the couch. His face was relaxed, still and mouth was shut; no snores escaped his nose or his lips. He was too quiet. They have naptime at school, so she knew Black Star's sleeping habits.

"I know you are not asleep." Maka flicked his forehead and Black Star's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes went to the bags under his heavy eyes. It would seem like he was trying to force himself to sleep. "You were not drooling." Black Star grabbed a couch cushion and threw it at Maka, missing her head.

"Yeah, whatever." Black Star wasn't in the mood or was himself. The assassin was very lethargic, slouching over his legs, trying to muster up the strength to get up, but it was no use. He remained on the couch, possibly waiting for Maka to kick him out.

"You can stay." Maka turned to the kitchen. "After I make some food, I'll call the infirmary and let them know you are here." She opened the freezer and fridge doors at the same time. Her eyes immediately went to the freezer, where small pints of ice cream sat, barely coated with a layer of frost. Soul didn't get ice cream last night and Maka certainly didn't either. Three of them were placed right up front and not in the usual place in the freezer door shelves. Maka would yell at Soul if he didn't put it in the right place. There was no rocky road, which was Soul's favorite. It was three individual pints; strawberry, chocolate and vanilla. "He remembered..." Maka muttered softly to herself, closing only the fridge door.

"Of course I did." Maka jumped and shut the freezer door at the sound of Black Star's low voice. "What? We can't have ice cream for dinner." He grabbed the handle and reopened the freezer, grabbing the three pints with one hand. Maka's heart was pounding hard against her chest. Was he always sneaky? For an obnoxious guy, he was very stealthy. Maka chuckled at herself. Of course he was stealthy; his job requires such skills.

They ate their ice cream in silence. Maka watched Black Star scoop another round of strawberry, chocolate and vanilla into his bright blue ceramic bowl. They didn't last long in his bowl, because he would just eat each large scoop whole. He didn't wince from the brain freeze, nor clench his teeth as it slowly melts in his mouth. Maka was still on her first bowl of ice cream and she waits for her ice cream to soften, so she could mix all three flavors into a very thick milkshake and eat it together in spoonfuls. It was a habit of theirs since her father and Sid force them to play together as toddlers. Sixteen years later, some of their habits didn't change.

"So," Maka cleared her throat from her last spoonful of ice cream. Someone had to start talking. "You want to talk about what happened?" Black Star paused before he took a large scoop of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. It stalled him a few minutes before his lips were vacant once again, though he didn't hesitate in reaching for a large scoop of vanilla. "Black Star!" Maka grabbed his forearm from continuing avoiding the question.

"What is there to talk about?" Black Star snapped. There were those eyes again. Maka hadn't seen those eyes since Black Star and Kid fought after the fight for Brew.

"Then why are you here?" Maka shouted. "I know you. If you didn't want to be bothered you would just disappear. But no! You are here for a reason and I want to know why you are here in my apartment." Black Star put down his bowl on the counter with anger and looked away from Maka, trying to figure out what to say. "Tell me what happened."

"I didn't protect her." Black Star hissed, placing his sweaty hands on the counter. His shoulder and arm muscles tensed as his hands grip tighter on the laminate. "I failed." Maka watched as he let his head down. This wasn't Black Star at all. It was rare to see him like this, look defeated and worn. It was certain it wasn't Black Star's fault, but if Soul was in Patti's place (which did happened) Maka would be feeling the same way Black Star was feeling. Right now, since Maka was dating Soul, she couldn't bear to see Soul hurt because of her. Same went with Black Star and Patti.

"Yes, you did." Maka chuckled. The logical way of consoling was to tell them it wasn't their fault, it was an accident, and everything happened in a way they couldn't control. She heard it in the past before and she was sick and tired of hearing it. "You didn't protect her and you didn't succeed your mission. I bet Kid was pretty pissed that you messed up and you got his partner injured." Maka was now scolding him. Black Star promised he would protect his friends, protect his partner, protect Shibusen, and protect the world. He would tell everyone that he was going to be the God Warrior and kick the Kishin and all the bad witches associated with them in the ass. If someone told her it wasn't her fault, she knew they were lying.

"I wanted to punch him," Black Star grinned, "And he wanted to hit me too." A small chuckle left his mouth before he turned around and faced Maka. "Then, Liz and Patti wanted to hit both of us, because we were being immature about it."

"Sounds like them." Maka returned the humor. "But, they are right. Both of you could of prevented this." There was always an alternative solution. Maka could recall many incidences that she wished she could have done differently, but it wasn't realized until after the mission was dealt with. "But, we cannot afford any mistakes!"

"You think I don't know that?" Black Star was frustrated. He had his moments in the past, but this time someone was hurt and it was his fault. Even if he wasn't dating Patti, he would still be acting this way.

"When Soul was injured by Crona, he told me to not to worry about it." Maka walked over to Black Star, trying to get him to look at her. "To be honest, I'm still worried."

"Stop trying to make me feel better, because it's still not working!" Black Star raged on. "So please stop!" He turned around and marched over to the door.

"Then your reason for coming here is what exactly?" Maka asked him. "If you are not here to talk to someone who has been in your shoes…"

"I came here for no reason, okay!" Black Star turned around and yelled at Maka. He was mad alright, but the thing with him was that he wasn't good at expressing his feelings nor talk about personal matters. Usually Tsubaki could read him when something was wrong with him, makes sense since she was her partner. Sometimes Black Star didn't even know why he acted the way he did. He definitely could call himself an idiot.

"I really don't know. I just—" Black Star shook his head, wanting to throw that sofa chair into the wall and that old ratty television out the window. Maka just watched him struggle with words, trying hard to tell her exactly how he was feeling. "I just don't know okay. I was walking home, bought ice cream and I ended up on your couch." Her arms were crossed, slowly walking towards him. He was shouting again, and it brought goosebumps on her skin. Before today, she would repeat the scene over and over in her head of the day at the basketball courts. The days went by and his voice, touch and soul were fading from her memory.

"Black Star?" Maka called to him, wanting him to look at her from his eyes wondering the room. "What are you thinking?"

"Oh don't give me that psycho doc crap!" Black Star chuckled, but his humor went away in a flash. "Look, I'm just gonna go." Black Star glanced at Maka's gleaming emerald gem eyes and turned around to the door. It wasn't long before Maka reached out, maybe jumped a little and grabbed the assassin's tense arm. It was a reflex to pull back, wanting him to stay, but it was also a reflex for Black Star to push her back. Maka didn't know what was going on until the back of her waist met the edge of the kitchen table. She looked at Black Star; his hands on her bicep, holding her tight, and his eyes staring down at her with aching eyes.

That was it. Black Star didn't know it, but he wanted to blow off some steam. Back in the infirmary Black Star almost started a fight with Kid, but was stopped by their partners. They stopped him and he wanted to get hit, and wanted to hit someone. It was just like the time when he walked away from almost getting into another fight with Maka. He wasn't thinking it, but he came to Maka's apartment to find a source of relief. He needed someone to give him the taste of his own medicine. It was time for Maka to return the favor as Black Star did for her a few weeks back, though it would deem impossible to get out of his death grip. As she was trying to escape his hold, Maka continued to look into the eyes of the assassin. The men in her resonance team were truly something to behold as all three of them have eyes that could kill, eyes that are passionate, and eyes that simply mesmerize you. She envied them, as the way their eyes were set, they could win the world over by the way they looked at you. Maka was definitely in their spell and now in front of the troubled green-bluish eyes of Black Star.

"It hurts doesn't it?" Maka said to Black Star, cringing at the pressure of his fingers around her arms. "The way your guilt just eating away at you as you see your injured girlfriend in the infirmary. All because of you and your carelessness." Maka felt it then, the anger raging out of Black Star's soul. It was different from the basketball courts, how his soul was like breathing in an ocean breeze. This time his soul was sharp, agitated and sentinel. It was a soul Maka could breathe in all day, whether it was sensible or agitated, she could be addicted this. She was surprised she never felt his soul liked that before. It wasn't long before Maka kicked Black Star in the shin to let go of her and set a punch across his face, leaving the very first red mark on his body. Black Star stepped back and looked at Maka as she grabbed her bicep, rubbing the stinging skin. They just stared at each other; watching, waiting and contemplating what to do. The sting in her arms, the throbbing skin on his face, and the anger in their souls erupted their bodies and the air around them. Maka could sense his soul coming to life with some clarity after the punch.

Maka felt it in her blood and deep into her skin. From where Black Star held her, the pain was somewhat soothing to her tense muscles. The stinging pain was relieving and she wanted more; more of that burning feeling and wanting the urge to unleash the fierce fighting soul within the assassin. Her flight or fight instincts kicked in and she punched Black Star again, and again, and again. After the third punch, Black Star started to block her attacks, and from there she mixed it up with a few kicks and elbows. A grin appeared on Black Star's face, savoring each hit against his skin, however, he noticed that she was holding back. Maybe because they were sparring in her apartment and didn't want to risk tearing it apart like they did to the basketball courts. It would be an interesting story to tell Soul if something was out of place like a crater in the floor or on a wall.

Black Star took Maka by the wrists and pushed her against the wall, where Maka protest and pushed back on her own accord. The scythe meister took the liberty to push herself off the wall; with that momentum, she was able to throw Black Star to the floor, making the floor beneath him rumble against his weight. He cringed, but it was nothing to clench his teeth about. Maka flinched at the thought of the neighbors underneath, but soon was forgotten as Black Star stood up and held Maka in a rear naked choke hold. Maka's hands held tightly at Black Star's forearm, trying to loosen his grip around her neck. She could feel Black Star against her back and his warm breath against her scalp, there was a significant difference in height and Maka realized at that moment how much he had grown over the years.

The kitchen table was in front of her and she knew what was behind Black Star. She moved backwards, pushing him towards the counter and it gave her the incentive to duck as Black Star's back hit against the laminate counter top. He cringed at the pain and Maka was now facing him. The sound of skin hitting skin erupted the air as Maka slapped Black Star across the face. He almost smiled at her act when she wrapped her fingers around his neck, trying hard to choke the assassin as hard as she could. He was amazed as he could barely breathe, but Maka was vulnerable when Black Star's free hand grabbed her neck too. Her eyes were gleaming once more when her eyes began to water from the lack of oxygen. Maka felt his soul encompassing her very being, having the upper hand in this fight. It was common knowledge to grab the choker's wrist and try to pry yourself away from his grip, but Maka held her ground and held on to his neck, feeling his Adam's apple move as she tried to push his head off his neck. It brought her closer to him and less of his grip formed around her neck, having her ability to breathe a little easier.

"Fuck!" Maka shouted when Black Star yanked at one of Maka's pigtails, hard enough to pull the ties out with one pull. Enraged, Maka kneed him in the groin and pulled his hair when his head dipped forward. "Never pull a girl's hair!" She hissed against his skin. With his other free hand, Black Star pulled the other pigtails out and her hair was down in disarray.

"Remember?" Black Star hissed back. This time he took the dominant position and had her against the counter with her hands pulled up to restrain her, but that would restrain him as well. "I would pull your braids when we were in pre-school." Maka's back was against the counter and the edge was pressed against to her hard. The pain was cutting into her and she didn't know how long before her spine would snap. She tried to push her body and her hands away from it, causing her body to press hard against Black Star. In turn, Black Star resisted and pushed back against her body, trying to keep Maka from escaping.

"How could I forget?" Maka smirked, and finally looked at Black Star. The whole time she was finding an escape route from Black Star, but now he was too close to her. The closest that she had been with Black Star. Her instinct was to look away, to move away from him, to get as far away from him, because that was what she was taught about boys. The only one that came this close to her was Soul. Right when she thought of Soul, she began to notice Black Star's lips; his chest against hers, his soul shadowing her very own and his eyes looking at her attentively. Something stirred inside of her and she took a deep breath, filling her mind with his musky scent. A deep sigh left her lips and Black Star's eyebrows were raised, and at that moment she moved her hands and Black Star's hands on the counter top, where his face leaned forward and his nose touched hers. She pulled herself up and sat upon the cold kitchen counter. Maka was now eye level with the Assassin and had the urge to punch him across the face, or maybe kick him backwards, but she hesitated and watched the Assassin starring back at her. He was waiting for her to make her move, but she sat still on the counter top. Her green eyes met his and she just watched him. His breathing was heavy from the assault.

He waited for her to make her move, but she sat there breathing as hard as he was. They were not sure why, but their bodies were already tired. It could be that they were on missions that morning, however, their souls seem fine. In fact, their souls seem like they want more of the other soul, craving the indifferent soul of the other. It was a strange feeling, and it was only present when they were at the basketball courts a few weeks ago. At that time, it was a miniscule feeling that hid behind the desire to beat the other into a bloody pulp.

Through Black Star, he could feel her pure soul luring him in, cradling his wounded and broken soul. He admitted it, he was a total wreck at times, and the people who were closest to him knew that very well. Given the circumstances, he had every right to be a wreck.

Through Maka, she could see the fierce and passionate soul within Black Star. At that moment, his soul was clouded by a sheer blanket of doubt and self-conscious feelings. She wanted to burn down that curtain and relit the torch that burned brightly against his soul and within his icy ocean blue eyes. Maka's fingers quivered as she wanted to throw another punch, but something was keeping her still. His soul was overwhelming her tremendously, and it felt hot against hers, wanting more. Black Star approached her closer with one step and wanted to put his hands against her skin, wanting to pursue this attack, but something inside possessed him. And they soon were both possessed into a sinful and desirable fight.

They fought with fists, knees, elbows and other assaults, but this was new and they both didn't know what was going on. The hands that intentionally hurt the other was now pressed against each other with the intent to satisfy them a different way. It wasn't pain they longed for that night, but it was the longing to be satisfied with the tension that built up between them the last few weeks. They never had the opportunity to speak to one another about that night, having their curiosity take over their minds. The weeks that they refuse to fight or argue with one another in front of their peers were kept deep inside them, manifesting a hard core of emotional pain. It was that night at Maka's apartment where they released those pent up feelings into this forbidden act.

"Idiot!" Maka punched him across the face when Black Star pulled on Maka's blouse, breaking the buttons off her shirt. Black Star exhaled fiercely out of his nose and roughly grabbed Maka's wrist and held it against the small of her back, restraining her. The sharp feeling in her stomach grew and her breath hitched when Black Star's lips devoured her neck. Maka could not move as she was confined on the kitchen counter. Her cream colored legs were at both side of Black Star's hips and her other hand was held behind her back; only leaving one free hand to roam his body with limited abandon. Her nails made its mark on Black Star's back when his lips made it to the hem of her boring, not-so-sexy white bra. His back tensed at the intrusion, but to only alert him to return to her bruise and swollen lips.

"Soul, where are your keys?" A familiar voice broke their trance. Maka and Black Star pulled away and listened in silence at the noise outside of the apartment complex. Maka felt it, three souls were coming up. "You think Maka is still up?" They both looked at each other. They have returned to reality and they had realized what they were doing. She couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it.

"I have to go." Black Star finally spoke.

"Yeah…" Maka dragged, wanting to yell at him. She wanted to hit him for putting his hands on her.

"Maka?" Black Star called to her, breaking her from her thoughts. She looked at Black Star's face, looking at his bluish green eyes and his smirk. He took his gaze away and looked at her hands, which were still holding on to his wrist.

"Go," She smiled back. Before she could blink, he leapt onto the kitchen counter and escaped through the window. Maka rushed over to her room and pulled a tank top from her dresser. She quickly threw the dishes in the sink and put the ice cream back into the freezer, just before Kid and Harvard entered the apartment with a drunken Soul.

"Sorry, Maka." Kid grinned at the fellow meister. "We had too much to drink." Alcohol had little effects on Grim Reapers and Harvard wasn't much of a drinker.

"Ox was worse." Harvard sighed. "At least your boyfriend kept his liquor in."

"Well, thanks for bringing home." Maka giggled, pointing at his bedroom where they placed him in his bed. "Any word on Black Star?" She had to ask. Most of them were out looking for him, and she forgot to call the infirmary that Black Star was over. Thank heavens she didn't.

"No," Kid answered. "But, Tsubaki told us that Black Star will turn up eventually. Anyway, I am sorry about this. We have to leave him to you."

"It's fine." Maka reassured them. "You took care of the hard part for me anyways."

"Let's get Ox home before he starts puking on himself again." Harvard insisted and they both wished Maka good night.

Maka wasn't going to have a very good night. All she could think about was Black Star. She hated herself, because now she felt guilty at what she had done. She was like her no good father, cheating with his wife with another woman. Yes, she cheated, but now what bothered her the most was the fact that she went with it.

"Why couldn't I stop?"

A/N: This chapter stumped me. It was difficult to write out this scene. I swear I had three different Chapter three and four written, but I decided to stick to this one. I stated in the last chapter that I will finish this story soon. I hope by the end of this year. My other Soul Eater fanfic I am planning on finishing it after I finish this one. I will not have you guys wait another year for an update. Thanks for sticking with me till the end.

Oh and I also want to note about the recent chapters of Soul Eater. My word, I swear if Ohkubo pulls crazy shit like that, I will never get this story done.

See you next chapter

MC