I do not own Soul Eater or any other character (hahaha get the pun?)

So I wrote this about a few weeks ago and forgot about it. My plan was to turn it into a huge one-shot but I thought this was too fun to not have some sort of cliffhanger. This will now become like a three-shot or four-shot. Pretty much a three or four chapter short story.

Thank you!

Never. Never would she ever fall in love with him.

But how can she resist the urge to when he's walking around their apartment pants on, shirt off, using a towel to dry his hair after a shower.

She simply can't.

But she's determined not to fall for him.

So what if Shibusen's hottest, most guyish, devilishly handsome, sexily careless, delinquent, seductive guy just happens to be her partner? And just happens to live with her? And just happens to be sagging his pants right in front of her, revealing the beginning of what she perceived to be boxers?

So she's made a bet. With him.

He claims he can get her to fall for him like a fangirl. In response she claims that he could pull off his best and most provocative tricks to lure her in for an entire week, and she would still hold her non-fangirl status she was so proud of.

Their friends happened to have also joined this bet. The Thompson sisters say that if the demon scythe were to turn up his attractiveness full blast for an entire week, something they believed he continuously suppresses, he'd have her swooning at his every feature in no time. The son of Death thinks the scythe meister won't even notice a change in his already 'cool' attitude, meaning he believed that the weapon flaunting himself around was a daily thing and wouldn't be any different. Now the young assassin and his weapon both bet that the piano prodigy would end up falling for his book fetish partner instead.

Even the teachers got in on it. They were well aware the white haired boy was by far the most popular and, they dare say, coolest boy in the school, aside from being a Death Scythe, which originally gave him his promised land. The screwed up doctor argued that his student would have her all over him before the end of the week if she didn't have him all over her before that, he even offered some of his special candles to join the bet. Without hesitation everyone said no. The blonde, and questionably single, Death Scythe protested against the doctor and stated that the meister was a strong willed girl who was too professional to engage in a relationship with her weapon, considering her parents as well. The doctor turned his screw and asked his friend if she was jealous of the two of them, and the hammer sighed and replied yes in defeat.

The zombie declared that when he was alive, he would have trusted the two of them to not be so romantic with each other and keep their focus on defeating madness, but said that now he thinks that nothing will change between the two of them. His mummy partner estimates that Death Scythe's daughter will undoubtedly fall in love with him, then commenting how a girl could not have a crush on a teenage boy who was like that. This earned her curious stares from her fellow teachers. The Death Scythe who sported glasses defended her pupil, replying that women like the bookworm had too much pride and were not so low as they would sink and degrade themselves for a man. Lord Death, had no opinion, and if he had any he was certainly not making it known.

And then there's Death Scythe.

Well…you can imagine.

He was most certainly not pleased with the thought of such an arrogant, cocky, clearly a chick magnet, heartbreaker, suave, seductive, and enchanting boy like him trying to win over his daughter. He was aware of the dozens and possibly hundreds of other girls in Shibusen that were dying to even get a glance from this same octopus head and how many he had played just for the fun of it and he had his eyes set on his innocent little daughter. Just as he was starting to believe the young weapon was starting to take after him, and he became proud he had somehow created another playboy, another him, although he had nothing to do with the demon scythe's attractive maturing.

One could even say he was proud of his daughter's partner.

Of course, one couldn't say that anymore after he heard about the bet.

Not even two could say that.

Or three.

Or four.

So when he barges into their apartment, cutting the door with his changed weapon arm and sees the demon scythe's arms, attached to his naked torso that had sagged pants underneath it, wrapped around his daughter's waist from behind while she's washing dishes…

Well…you can imagine.

Even though her facial expression is blank and completely unfazed, as if it was only a backpack that was wrapping itself around her and resting its head over her shoulders while she's trying to clean the dishes, Lord Death's weapon somehow manages to analyze the situation a completely different way, and makes no hesitation to throw himself onto the two of them whilst trying to cut the boy's head off.

And she continues cooking as if she's alone in her apartment.

She smiles to herself, for once in her life happy to see the two most important men in her life fighting with each other, literally physically. But mostly, she's smiling because she hadn't given in to her partner's advances he tried to place on her before her father interrupted.

A few minutes and frustrated screams later, he's kicked out on her demand, which he reluctantly obliges, leaving his daughter with him alone in their apartment. The last glance he gets before walking grudgingly down the hall to continue his exit out of the complex, is of his daughter chopping her partner on the head with a considerably large book and trying to calm him down.

Blair, they're overly sex addicted drunken cat, uses her magic to fix the door before using it to leave for her night shift. Oh yes, she has full knowledge of their bet, and so to speak she isn't making it any easier for them; constantly trying to convince the two that doing what males and females were created by nature to do, wouldn't be such a bad idea. She tries to arouse the weapon and as soon as she thinks he is, due to the response of a nose bleed, she strategically tries to focus his attention on his meister, to no avail of course.

…

"Admit it Maka, you can't stop looking at me."

"I can't stop looking at you because you're dressed like a complete tool, Soul."

Day two of their game and they're walking into the school together like they always did. She wore her regular skirt and long sleeved shirt with the accessories and all while he sported his own version of Shibusen's new 'uniforms' unbuttoning the shirt about four buttons from the collar down, tucking it in very loosely, his tie is loose as well, and sagging his pants again just low enough everyone could see most of his boxers.

"What? I'm just wearing our uniform." He feigns innocence, a smirk gracing his eminent face.

She's frowning at him. "I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work." She smiles triumphantly.

Soul loosens his tie a little more so he could continue to unbutton a fifth button from the collar down. He takes in the gawking faces of the female population of Shibusen and the envious faces of the male population with so much pride it's oozing out of his face in the shape of a brilliant smile. The girls are squealing and gathering into groups so they could stare at him and gossip about how gorgeous he is together. The boys, keeping to their solitude because they're too shamed in his presence, begin to feel a heat of jealousy or admiration. His eyes are drooping down to look down on Maka, who is also looking up back at him, curious about his next attempt.

"How bout now?" He asks in a smooth, melodic voice only a musical prodigy could possess.

She responds with silence.

They're inside the academy now, the hallway to be exact, and there are other students around, curiously watching. Oh yes, they are also aware of the bet. A girl who didn't have a crush on the famous Soul Eater Evans? Impossible.

Or maybe not.

Maka stops in the middle of the hallway and grabs his loosened tie, dragging down his head so they're face to face. She's looking into his eyes, which are barely a few inches away from her, with a teasing manner. Soul is shocked at her sudden move and has a short moment of victory bursting inside of him. The other students around them are shocked. Has Maka Albarn just lost the bet?

Or maybe not.

"Damn." He whispers at her sudden actions, unaware of her true intentions. "Wanna kiss?" He tries to seduce her.

She responds by tightening the tie she's gotten a hold of so tight that it closes most of his shirt together. With a killer intent she begins to choke him with the tie. He starts a loud and huge coughing fit as he grabs his neck to loosen the tie and free his lungs form the deprivation of air once she has let go of him.

"Not even in hell you pervert." She fumes as she walks away to get to her locker.

It takes him all the way until she's disappeared from the hallway to finally return his tie and shirt to their former glory. Acknowledging that everyone is watching him, he shoves his hands in his pockets and continues to turn around and leave school before it even starts.

"An angel like you ain't ever going to hell." He mumbles to himself.

All throughout school, she's laughing on the inside because she knows she's won that round and that his pride has been too injured to show his face in front of her for a few hours. Although ditching school is one of his hobbies so it wasn't too out of the ordinary. At the end of the school day, she's walking into their apartment and throws her jacket onto a nearby chair before knocking on his bedroom door.

"I'm going to make some food. Want anything?"

Silence.

She knocks on the door again. "Hey, Soul!"

Silence.

She turns the knob to see that it isn't locked and makes her way inside his room. She catches him with his hands at the bottom of his shirt, halfway lifted up to reveal the bottom of his abs' pack. His pants are at his ankles and only boxers cover up his manly assets.

"Seriously?" Maka says in disbelief. She enters his room as he finishes what he started, fully removing his shirt. She walks up to him, but keeps a fair distance between them, laughing. "Don't tell me you were too busy taking off your clothes to answer the door." She's holding her stomach because she's dying of laughter. "Let me guess, open the door naked so that I'll somehow become attracted to your 'hot physique' and then you'll win the bet?"

Soul just stands there.

For now.

In one swift movement he grabs her shoulders and pushes her back up against the wall, being rewarded with a slight 'umph!' from her. He slides one hand from her shoulder, brushing his fingers down her arm, and then snaking the rest of its way down to rest on her hips. His other hand is strategically placed on the wall right next to her head, preventing most of her chances of escape. He's not completely up against her but he's close enough they could hold a slim magazine in place in between the two of them. She's so up against the wall that she has no choice but to allow the close proximity between them since she can't back away any further. He hunches over very slightly, just enough so he can get both of their faces on an equal level.

"Does this shit actually work on people?" She says with a blank and apathetic expression. She grabs his wrist with one hand, trying to pry it off of her, and pushes her other hand onto his bare shoulder, since there's no room between them to place it on his bare chest, trying to push him off of her.

He's taunting her playfully. "Would it really be so bad to fall in love with me?"

"Yes."

He lowers his voice, back to its smooth state. "But it'll feel so good if you do, trust me." He whispers. "I'll make sure."

She's getting frustrated. Mostly because his breath is barely grazing her lips and it's a nice scent, which she thinks is very strange to think but it smells like him. And that smell is intoxicating, it's something she can't even deny. "Fall in love, Soul. That means declining, degrading, plummeting, reducing…" She lists. She's read many dictionaries in her time. "…into something as stupid as love."

He's not giving up. "The bet wasn't that you had to fall in love." He reminds her. He brings the hand that was on the wall down to cup her jawline, cheek, and a small bit of her neck. Taking a step closer he's now pressing his body up against hers and she no longer has the freedom to escape his grip. He straightens his body so he's no longer hunching and their faces are no longer equal; he's looking down on her and she's looking up at him, but he's bent his neck to lower his head a little. She hates to admit it but she's nearly intimidated by the clear difference in height. Since when had he grown so tall? "Just that I could make you attracted to me. So come on admit that you're into me, that I seduced you into a crush, just like a fangirl."

She's intensely determined. "I will never fall for you."

And then he kissed her.

Wow.

She suddenly understands why he's the most sought after male in Shibusen.

It was a soft kiss, not too passionate and not just a peck. She had her eyes opened in shock for a while and even struggled a little, but as she became more aware of his lips contacting her lips, she began to sink deeper into it and closed her eyes on some sort of slow reflex. It was just the thing to do, she believed that one couldn't not close their eyes when locking lips with a guy like him, being the receiving half of a captivating kiss like this. Her body just froze in its place, not daring to move as not to risk giving him the wrong idea that he's somehow winning.

But she's kissing, on the lips.

His lips.

She wants to push him off before she convinces herself to lose the bet but she can't even begin to slow down the rhythm of her heartbeat because it does feel so good, just like he promised.

All she needed to say were those few words to drive him to do it. If she had admitted to anything that he's ushering her into doing then he would have backed off and went to bed and be done with it, maybe even rub it in her face a little. But in some strange way, and he couldn't figure out what, he was relieved she had decided to be as stubborn as she always is. He thinks that deep down inside he knew that she would refuse and that he'd already planned on kissing her sometime this week, just for the bet's purpose of course.

He releases her a little too soon, and their lips are now chilled from the sudden touch of the cold air of his room, when to them it feels like he's turned it up about a hundred degrees.

He smirks. "Good luck with that."

He leaves her in his room so he can watch TV and soak in the glory that is now making him glow with satisfaction, not even aware that he had just stolen his partner's first kiss away from her.

He thinks he's got this bet in his hands.

For now.

…

Through a spread of rumors, more of their friends have acquired an interest in the bet. The pink haired witch proclaims that Maka will stand her ground and never back down because she's too goody-goody for him, and that somehow that will attract him to her. Her partner gambles that Soul will win the bet, because she's one of the girls who's drooling over him right now. The black meister wagers that Soul is too cool to fall for Maka and won't fall for her even in hell because she's too small-chested for his tastes. The lightning weapon guesses that Maka will make Soul fall in love with her unintentionally before he can successfully entice her. His partner the genius agrees that in some weird way the demon scythe will lose the bet, but not in the way the bet originally stated.

Day three and the bet has now been turned from if Soul could seduce his partner or if she wouldn't fall for him to who could make who fall for them first.

At school, in class, at lunch, you name it. All eyes are on them, watching their every move and analyzing the communication between them in hopes that somehow if they do that they can guess who's winning the new bet. Of course, they're a little more smarter than that and make sure not to show off any parts of their personal lives in school because, well, things like this bet for example.

"So did you hear, the bet's changed." Maka casually brings up the conversation, stuffing a little bit of her lunch into her mouth. She's sitting with the six of her other friends, including her partner. The blue haired assassin is sleeping, not that anyone is bothered by it.

"It's a load of bull if you ask me." Soul, irritated of the new bet, shoves some of his own lunch into his mouth. How dare the rest of the school get in on their little game!

Liz raises an eyebrow and puts on a coy smile. "Ooh, do you mean to say the 'great' Soul Eater is scared that he might end up falling for our little Maka?"

He nearly chokes on his food and spits what didn't try to kill him back out onto his plate. "Are you kidding! Where did you get such a ridiculous assumption?"

"So it is true~?" Patty widens her eyes as they seemed to sparkle.

He smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand and groans. "…the hell." Is all they hear from him.

"Well if it's any consolation, technically the bet's still the same unless the two of you agree to change it to the new one. After all, this is between the two of you not the people around here talking about it." Kid states professionally, mostly to Soul. Everyone looks at him with respective glances. Always the smart one, they were thinking 'of course he's the one to talk about it like some contract. He should be a lawyer.'

"The thing is, if Soul decides to not agree with the new bet, he's practically backing down. He'll be seen as a coward and his reputation would be ruined." Tsubaki states.

"How so?" Liz inquires.

"You see, people might start talking like you and say that he actually feels threatened that he would let Maka seduce him into having some sort of thing for her. Kind of like what Soul's trying to do but it's Maka instead." She explains to Liz.

"Hey! We're right here you know!" The two partners say in unison, trying to oppose the discussion. In vain though because everyone continues to ignore them.

"New bet~! New bet~!" Patty claps and sings happily.

Because of the noise coming from their lunch table, mostly after hearing Patty's words, their other friends make their way to their table.

"Are you guys talking about what I think you're talking about?" Kim asks and they all just simply nod.

"Please, there's no way my man here would fall for Maka!" Kilik states loudly, laughing and patting the former on the back. "Ain't that right Soul?"

"As if! He's totally whipped." Harvar comments.

"Like Maka isn't?" Jacqueline turns to him and puts her hands on his hips to argue. "This is Soul we're talking about, there's no way any girl could resist that."

The said partners decide to just continue eating, since they all clearly don't realize they're sitting there. They're ignoring the discussion but they still listen in on it.

"I think Maka's going to give in first." Kilik crosses his arms to back up Jacqueline. "He's like the MVP of playboy, he's too cool to be chained down." His smile brightens as if the lightbulb above his head didn't brighten it up already. "Hey! MVP! Most Valuable Player! Get it? Player, playboy? I'm so funny." Of course, no one notices his 'brilliance.'

"No way, Soul is giving in first!" Ox argues back.

"NO. Maka." Liz quickly puts him in his place.

"NO. Soul." Tsubaki shouts.

"MAKA!"

"SOUL!"

And so an argument ensues at lunch and the two said people decide to flee for the rest of the lunch period and eat outside on the balcony. They were mostly alone, minus the few other people that were spread across the huge balcony to have lunch with their various groups of friends. Their own friends didn't even notice they left and the last glance they got of the lunchroom was all of them beginning to take money. A mass side bet? You betcha.

The situation wasn't necessarily awkward for them, mostly because they figure all of their friends were completely wrong and without a doubt off the bullseye. They saw this as just a silly little game between two good friends, and they both agreed that everyone was looking into it too much, taking it way too seriously. The two of them paused for a while, and looked at each other, stared, and then began cracking up, laughing like they've never laughed before.

This whole bet was ridiculous, to the point they didn't even know if they could go through with it anymore because it was so hilarious.

Well wouldn't you know it, they're both insanely competitive.

And wouldn't you know it, neither of them is willing to give in to this bet.

So I'm continuing this short story with or without reviews.

But without will take longer.

So please help me (:
[Yes, I got that line from Titanic. Officer take me away.]