This one's a mature one shot for Blackstar and Tsubaki.

I do not own Soul Eater.

Blackstar and Tsubaki – Only You

No matter how they Fey Blade weapon thought about it, everything about her and her egotistical meister just boiled down to one thing: he was too young for her. Appallingly young. He didn't understand how to have romantic notions for the opposite sex because he was just too naïve, no matter how skillful he could be in battle, if he put his mind to it.

He always looked up to her like his onee-chan. His bigger sister.

Sigh.

Tsubaki buried her head on her arms as she sat inside their classroom while Professor Stein droned on about his never ending dissection of things.

She glanced at her meister who was snoring on his seat, drooling on his desk.

Another sigh.

How could she have loved him this deeply when she knew he could never give it in return? He never took anything seriously. He was the loudest and stupidest assassin in the history of mankind. He barely paid her attention except for when he needed her in battle.

Or if he wanted to peep on her while she took a bath. But that really shouldn't count.

He was simply too dense.

It was bound to happen anytime soon. She just didn't expect that he would be able to do it sooner than what she would have liked. She still wanted to be his partner. She did not have it in her heart to let him go yet.

But she had to move on and let the god of Death, Shinigami-sama use her for bigger purpose, being the Deathscythe that she already was.

Yes, Blackstar had managed to turn her into a weapon fit for the gods.

And now they were not partners anymore.

What was worse was that once school was over, Blackstar said he would be travelling around the world. He said he had already turned her into a Deathscythe, now he was looking for bigger fish to fry, bigger challenges to overcome.

And that was what was making her sad these days: Blackstar leaving.

As usual she could mask her loneliness behind her soft smiles, her gentle disposition but her best friend Maka could tell by the look in her eyes that her heart was breaking.

That afternoon the gang decided to celebrate Tsubaki's ascension into being a Deathscythe in Kid's mansion. The Thompson sisters took care of the food and booze, making sure they hide the alcohol since all of them were underage.

The party started out really well. There was a lot of food for everyone. Half of Shibusen was there, enjoying the night away.

Kid was bleeding on the carpet because he couldn't get the same symmetrical number of people on both sides of the house. Blackstar wanted to hit him for being so neurotic. Soul just looked on, smirking. Maka was chatting with Kim and the others.

Blackstar went on about how he was still going to surpass the gods, especially now that he was set to travel the world. He would definitely get stronger as a meister on his own. And then he'll be able to wield whatever kind of weapon he wanted.

That was when Maka noticed that Tsubaki wasn't there. She looked around and found the shy weapon sitting by herself on the stool by the bar.

Tsubaki was swirling her glass of juice, watching the liquid twirl.

"Are you enjoying the party, Tsubaki?" Maka piped up beside her.

The Deathscythe was startled for a second but she managed to flash a smile. "Hai!"

"Congratulations again, Tsubaki for being a Deathscythe. I should be congratulating your moronic meister but it'll just go to his head, as big as it is now."

Tsubaki simply nodded, the cheeky smile still plastered on her face.

"Tsubaki?"

"Yes, Maka?"

"Have you talked to him about how you feel about him leaving?"

That question hit right home. The Nakatsukasa weapon lost her smile. "I- uhhh- I'm happy he'll be able to finally fulfill his wish of becoming a great meister, Maka."

"I know you support his decision, but you can at least tell him how he means to you. I know you'll miss him."

Tsubaki looked down at her drink. "It really won't matter anyway."

"When will he be back? Do you know?"

Tsubaki looked even sadder. "He said he doesn't know. He said all the time in the world is not enough to see everything that he wants to see. I assumed that means he's never really going back to stay here in Shibusen."

"You can't know that for sure," Maka argued. "Maybe if there is a reason for him to come back, then maybe he will."

The weapon shrugged daintily. "What reason is there?"

"You."

Blushing, Tsubaki shook her head. "We're friends, that's all. He shouldn't give up his dreams for a friend."

"So that's it? After all the years that he was your partner he'll just leave you like that?"

"He said he won't be able to use me anyway since I'm now a weapon of Sinigami-sama's."

"Oh."

Soul approached the bar and greeted Tsubaki then pulled Maka away to tell her something, leaving the Deathscythe alone by the bar again.

She looked behind her and saw Blackstar doing his monologues before a bunch of people who looked thoroughly disgusted.

The party ended with Kid still sprawled on the floor, bathing in his own blood because the whole house was in disarray. Glasses were everywhere in a very asymmetrical way, the painting on the wall was tilted to the right and the furniture was a mess.

Soul and Maka went into the direction of their apartment, leaving Tsubaki alone with Blackstar. They too walked towards their own house.

Blackstar was walking in front of her with that lazy gait of his, both arms behind his head. "Did you see that, Tsubaki? I outdrank Ox Ford at the party! I'm sure he'll have the biggest hang over tomorrow when he wakes up! No one outdrinks the Great Blackstar and lives. Woo hooooo!"

Her hands were clasped in front of her nervously. She was behind him, walking close by, and she was really very quiet. She was thinking of what Maka had said earlier. Maybe, just maybe, she could tell Blackstar she wanted to see him again. On a definite basis. Like maybe he could come home once a year. That way they wouldn't really lose their communication.

She was getting fidgety.

She didn't know how to say it to him without him making fun of her, being dull-witted that he was. What if he brushed her off and laughed at her?

"Eh, Tsubaki? Are you listening? Pay attention while the great Blackstar talks to you," he declared loftily, a big grin on his face as he turned to glance at her.

"Uhm, Blackstar?"

"Hai?" He turned back to the road.

"Will I- Will I see you again?"

There. She finally asked him.

The young boy stopped walking, his back still towards her. She stopped on her tracks as well. A long while passed by that he did not speak.

Tsubaki bowed low. She didn't want him to think she would stand on his way. He was a free happy-go-lucky soul. And she was not his weapon anymore. He had no obligation to keep his friendship with her.

"Gomen nasai, Blackstar," she said. "I'm happy that you're going to be able to train on your own and really become stronger. Don't - don't mind what I said. I was simply -"

"Aaaah, Tsubaki…" He turned to her, still with a ferocious grin, looking as young as any thirteen year old boy who had nothing on his mind but play.

They stared at each other, she in anticipation, and he in determination.

"I will only come back when I'm good enough for you," he drawled.

Tsubaki frowned deeply. "Blackstar?"

"You're a fancy Deathscythe now Tsubaki and you are worth being held by the god of death. Well, once I surpass the gods, then I will come back and be worthy to wield you again. Just you wait till then, Tsubaki. For I will be bigger than any god you have ever known! Nyahahahahahahah!"

She giggled as she watched him laugh, nearly choking himself.

She would never stop loving him. And maybe she would wait a life time for him, but it was all worth it. He was the only one for her.

"Hai, let's go home, Blackstar. I'll make you some rice cakes!" she said cheerfully.

"YAHOOOOO!" he cried out.

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Five years later…

It was seven am. Time to get up and go to work. Tsubaki sat up on her futon and yawned. Today was also her 21st birthday.

She hoped she would be getting a few presents today from her students. Why they ran a survey last month about who was the most favorite teacher of all of Shibusen and her name came up first! She was so giddy with delight. That meant that her teaching strategy was working, considering it was her first year in the job.

Aaah, to be able to teach in Shibusen had always been her dream. And aside from the fact that the kids loved her because she was so nice, they were also in awe because she was a Deathscythe. Perfect Combination! They always said you should practice what you preach, and being the powerful weapon that she was, she was able to motivate her kids, both meisters and weapons, to strive harder in their schooling.

She ran her bath, ate breakfast and dressed in her prim teaching uniform.

Looking at her full body sized mirror, she noticed that she lost a little weight. She used to be so chubby when she was younger. She stared at her round breasts, the only part of her that did not seem to get smaller. Now that she was an adult, a lot of boys hit on her in school, both students and teachers alike. She tried to be as inconspicuous as she could but they still swarmed her like bees.

She lost count of how many times she had turned down guy after guy, day after day. Sometimes she dreaded school breaks and lunches, because those were the times when she would get asked out.

Tsubaki put her hair into a tight ponytail.

There was only one boy in the world she wished would pay her attention. But he was nowhere near Shibusen.

Sigh.

Oh he did send her some post cards, but it was very seldom. She opened her drawer and looked at the pieces of cards she had collected over the years coming from him. Six cards, in a span of five years. Very promising indeed.

He never sent pictures, though. On the note he would put on the post card, he said there was no camera available where he was and he did not have time to print out pictures. So basically she had no clue how he looked like, supposed she bumped into him on the streets.

Blackstar was Blackstar. Never did anything in half measures.

So he had never gone home, not even once, ever since he started out his training. He'd been off to Tibet, in the Americas, in the Kingdom of the Arabians and to so many others that he could only describe in his short notes to her.

He said he was having fun, and continued to vow that someday when he came back home, he would be mightier than all the deities in the world.

She looked back into the mirror. As long as he was happy then she could continue to be happy for him as well.

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"Happy Birthday, Tsubaki!"

Everyone in the faculty cheered for her birthday. Some of the teachers gave her presents, and the others brought some food. She was very grateful.

During lunch break while they were eating inside the faculty room, Maka called her on the phone. She and Soul were still partners and they were currently in a mission somewhere on the other side of the globe. Soul was, of course already a Deathscythe but Maka was still his meister, aside from Shinigami-sama. Maka was the top meister of Shibusen and it was customary for one to hold a Deathscythe. Who else was the better option than her faithful partner all along?

Tsubaki was so happy that Maka called on her birthday. Even Soul greeted her over the phone.

"Happy birthday, Tsubaki!" Maka gushed out excitedly.

"Thank you!"

"Soul and I have a surprise for you, sweetheart."

"Really? What is it?"

"Oh, it's a surprise, honey. A gift. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"When will you and Soul be back?"

"Awww, sorry to be missing your birthday this year, Tsubaki. But I'll give you our surprise as soon as we get home."

"Okay."

They talked some more and Maka had to hang up because they were in the middle of an assignment. Tsubaki appreciated her best friend calling her from half way round the world just to greet her. It meant so much to her.

When her classes were over, and all the other teachers had gone home, Tsubaki lingered on her desk in the faculty room, reliving the crazy moments she had on this very same school with her own meister.

She could remember the stupid duels he had with everyone, especially with Kid on the young Shinigami's first day of school. Man, but Blackstar and Soul were ass whipped that day by Kid! And how Stein almost killed him when he tried to steal the test answers for a very important exam. She also remembered how he stood by her on her fight to the death with the owner of the Fey Blade, her Onii-san. Blackstar had always been there for her.

Tsubaki did not notice but a single tear ran down her cheek.

She was alone inside the room.

She laid her head on her desk and broke down into sobs. It was her birthday. So many people adored her and celebrated with her. But like all of her other birthdays that passed by, she had never felt more alone in her life.

She sobbed harder, not caring who might hear.

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Tsubaki put the key in and opened her door. Since there had already been a celebration for her birthday in school, she decided not to cook any special dinner. She would just run a hot bath and then go to sleep. Hmmm, what a birthday. In the past Maka and Soul always visited her and they would have a private celebration, just like the old days. But today they were on a mission.

She laid her stuff on the center table and proceeded to remove her earrings when she heard a muffled sound on her bedroom.

Alert, she tiptoed noiselessly, turning her arm to a large blade.

A burglar? What a poor guy, considering he decided to steal from one of Shibusen's most powerful weapons.

She saw a shadowed figure, a massive bulk of a man. He appeared to be putting something on her bed. He was bent, his back turned to her. The lights were turned off.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" she asked.

"Ah, lass, I mean you no harm," the deep voice answered. He slowly straightened to his full height, which was a head taller than she was. His back was still turned so she didn't see his face.

"Who are you?" she asked, annoyed. She was not in a habit of hurting strangers but it was an altogether different matter if she found one in her bedroom.

Slowly the man turned around. Just in time for Tsubaki to switch on the lights.

"Happy birthday, Tsubaki!" the man declared, spreading his arms wide as if asking her to hug him.

But she was not able to move from her spot. Her blade went back to her human arm form. Her mouth dropped open.

This man definitely looked like her beloved meister but it just couldn't be. How did he get so big and so – so tall?

His arms rippled with muscles and his shoulders were unbelievably wide, even wider than most of the men she knew at school. His hair had turned a shade lighter and it was so long it fell below his ears. His face looked hard, his mouth thinner and his nose straighter. Gone was the baby fat he used to have. He was wearing a shirt that fit his muscled chest snugly. She could make out the six packed abs he sported beneath his shirt. Even his pants were a tad too tighter. They were faded and had holes on the knees. He looked like a freaking underwear model instead of an assassin.

"Blackstar? Is that you?"

"Uh huh, no one else, Tsubaki!" His arms were still open in invitation, as if he was expecting her to come running but she never did, still transfixed by the door.

Eventually he noticed how stupid he probably might have looked so he lowered his arms and scratched his head. "Uhm, are you just going to stand there all night?"

There were a million things going through inside her mind at this time: first, he was just so unbelievably sexy! His handsome face could have stepped out of any adult magazine. And his body… Dear Kami. His body…

Second, he was back! He was there, with her in the same room, after not seeing him for five years.

"Uhhh, Tsubaki, I'm actually getting kinda freaked out here. Maybe you can give me a hug?"

"B-Blackstar…"

"Here I am, lass. Did you miss me?" He grinned that familiar grin of his, which broke his mouth into showing a set of perfect looking teeth.

"Blackstar!" she cried out, running towards him, tears pooling in her eyes. She jumped towards him and hugged him with all of her might.

He smiled tenderly and ruffled the top of her head which barely reached his chin. "Happy birthday. I was planning to surprise you with my gift but I guess I was the one who got surprised."

"Blackstar…" Tsubaki continued to sob on his chest, making a mess of his shirt.

He laughed quietly and wrapped his muscled arms loosely around her shoulder. She hugged him even tighter.

"I missed you, Blackstar."

"I missed you too. So much," he whispered.

She disentangled from him a little to look up at his eyes. Gone was the face of that adorable boy she used to know. He didn't look like a child anymore. His face was that of a man.

Blackstar gently wiped her tear streaked face with his hands, feeling her tremble with emotions. It was true that he missed her. There was no one else in the world he was thinking of but her during all those years of hard back breaking training he inflicted upon himself.

She was definitely lovelier now. He could feel the softness of her body all over as she rubbed herself against him. He groaned inwardly. He just wished she wouldn't do that. His body was different now than when he was a boy.

Now he could easily be so stirred.

The part where he was most male came roaring to life.

Blackstar could feel blood rushing to his loins. Damn, but it was so hard to discipline his body against such a natural reaction when a breathtakingly beautiful woman was hard pressed against him.

He tried to move away from her so she wouldn't feel his erection but it appeared that she already had noticed. She gasped, jerked a little and looked down at where their bodies were fused. Then she looked up at him questioningly.

Blackstar wanted to beg her not to hurl a shuriken on his forehead like what she used to do whenever he peeped at her taking a bath.

He stuttered, "Ahhh… Uhmmm, sorry about – about this. I, maybe, we -maybe you could get away from me for a second, Tsubaki?"

She stared at him then a resolute look came over her face. She did the unthinkable. She rolled her hips instinctively against his hardness.

Blackstar couldn't help but groan. "What the heck are you doing, Tsubaki?"

"What do you think?" she bit back, staring directly at him.

He wa loss for words.

"Blackstar, please…" She whimpered, biting her lower lip.

That completely sensual action, in someone as innocent as Tsubaki was enough to send him over the edge. He suddenly lifted her to him as if she weighed nothing but paper.

As soon as Tsubaki's legs lifted off the ground, she wrapped them around his waist. Now she was taller than him. Just like the good old days. She looked down at him.

Yup, Blackstar definitely was hot as hell.

And she was going to fuck him into oblivion.

When they kissed it was a meeting of two souls, their resonance as beautiful and as pure as it had always been.

Tsubaki kissed him with all the pent up passions she had in her. If this was the first and last chance they would ever be together like this she would give all of herself to him and treasure the memory of it until the day the god of death came for her.

Blackstar turned around and lowered her to the bed. He used his arms to break the fall. He climbed on top of her and lay between her legs. He ravished her mouth hungrily.

"Blackstar, make love to me…" she gasped.

"Are you sure about this, Tsubaki?" he gently asked.

She nodded, terrified because she didn't know how the act of lovemaking was actually consummated but single-minded in her want to be one with him. Even if it would only be the first and last.

Knowing Blackstar he would continue traipsing around the world in that carefree manner of his.

But before he upped and left her in the morning she wanted to have a part of him with her always: the memory of making soul shattering love to him.

Blackstar leaned down and kissed her again, while his hands ghosted upon her skin leaving nothing untouched.

They made sure to look at each other in the eye as they became one in flesh, and one in soul. Blackstar breached her maidenhood as gently as he could but the pain was still there. Nonetheless, it was a glorious meeting of two minds and bodies, their goal to attain the highest form of pleasure.

Tsubaki cried out hoarsely when she reached her peak. She felt like floating, apart from her own skin.

Blackstar bit back a curse as he thrust one last time into her hot wet flesh. It was hopeless; he couldn't pull out of her even if it killed him. The feeling was just too mind consuming. Since they were sharing resonance of their souls he could also feel the pleasure that she was feeling. It was like they were amplifying each of their own climaxes and it was nerve wracking.

He emptied his seed into her, as he lovingly kissed her temple.

The experience was mind blowing. Like Tsubaki, this was also his first time to make love to someone and he was glad he waited until he could do it with someone who meant so much to him.

It took a few moments for their thunderous heartbeats to slow down. Blackstar rolled to his side, taking her with him, trapping her inside his arms.

Tsubaki suddenly felt very shy and buried her face on his chest.

He cleared his throat. "So… that was uhhh… uhh… cool, huh?"

She moved her head up and down. Blackstar chuckled softly making his chest rumble. He held her chin and turned her face towards him. She looked so irresistibly charming he wanted to kiss her into breathlessness.

"You really did miss me eh, lass?" he asked smugly.

Tsubaki's face was so hot she felt like bursting. She had the most delicious shade of red on her cheeks. "I know how much you value your freedom, Blackstar. I'm sorry for forcing you to do this with me but don't worry. This changes nothing. I'm not going to expect anything from you- I just want to thank you for this one night. This is the best birthday present ever."

Black star sighed. That had to be the lamest speech he heard from her. "Actually I was putting your present on your bed when you walked in on me. Here." He reached across the bed and gave her a weird looking doll.

"I know it's not that pretty but I got that from a souvenir shop in Jamaica."

She hugged the ugly looking toy to her naked breasts, laughing. "This is a voo doo doll."

"Eh? What is it for anyway?" he asked, confusion written all over him.

Tsubaki laughed some more and said, "I will treasure this. I will keep it very close to me so I can always remember you."

Blackstar snorted, "Remember me, huh? You make it sound like I'm already dead or something."

"I want to reassure you, Blackstar that I will not, in any way hinder you from doing the things that you love. So when will you be leaving?"

"Impatient eh? Can't wait to be rid of me?"

"NO," she gasped. "But I need you to know I will keep on supporting your decisions. I know how much you want to continue your training. You don't know how much I appreciate you coming here for my birthday."

B;ackstar moved so that he was on top of her again, and so that he could look at her straight in the eye. "Well right now I really need your support," he said, a wicked glint on his eyes.

"Of course! Anything," she vowed.

Blackstar leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I really need you to support me. Financially at that. Maybe for a month coz I don't have an apartment yet and that teaching job Shinigami-sama gave me would take a month or so before it starts to pay up. So yeah. Can you help me out with that? I promise I'll pay you back once I get my first paycheck."

Blackstar smiled dazzlingly as he savored the expression on her face when he gave her the good news. She stared at him with a stunned expression on her face and her lips trembled.

She was sooo going to cry. "Does it mean you'll be staying here - for good?" she whispered hoarsely.

"That's the idea. Five years is enough, don't you think? I'm the biggest meister in the Asia Pacific and North American region. Shinigami-sama practically begged me to come home and teach. So yeah. I told you I will only be coming home if I can already prove something to you. That I'm not just a worthless assassin who can't get the job done."

Tears freely flowed from her eyes to her pillows. She sobbed hard, open mouthed. Blackstar got alarmed and tried to comfort her but she wouldn't stop crying.

So he did whatever he thought would help her calm down.

He drove his hard erection inside her again, and kissed her to muffle her sobs. In a minute she got into the mood. Her cries were replaced with soft moans as he pumped in and out of her.

They were in such a state when Soul and Maka walked in, while they carried champagne and cake.

"SURPRRRIIIISE!" both Soul and Maka yelled.

Blackstar and Tsubaki looked up from the bed, horrorstruck.

The two newcomers froze for a split second at seeing their two best friends boning each other like crazy. Maka turned red all over and turned around, pulling Soul out of the room.

"You bakero!" Maka yelled from outside. "Blackstar, we leave you alone for a few minutes to find you taking advantage of her. If you ever hurt her feelings again I swear I will slice you in half myself!"

"Good work, buddy," Soul yelled too.

"Shut up, Soul Evans!" Maka snapped.

Blackstar laughed and said aloud. "Just do her, Soul. So she'll quit her yappin'."

"You jerk!" Maka screamed.

Blackstar turned back to the lovely weapon beneath him. "We were all supposed to surprise you at the same time. But their flight back home got delayed. I told you I'm big. I was able to fly a private jet back here in time for your birthday. I borrowed it from the Ministry of Defense from some country in the Pacific. Cool huh?"

Tsubaki beamed brightly at him, caressing his stubbled jaw. "I love you, Blackstar."

He turned her hand over and kissed her palm. "I know, hon. I'm sure you know I love you, too. You've never doubted that, right?"

"No, Blackstar, not for a second," she replied.

"So, let's get back to where we left off, before those idiots disturbed us."

She nodded happily and wrapped her arms more tightly about him.

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Awwww… Young love, sweet love.

I'm writing a SoMa fic now. I hope I can update soon.

I'm still formulating a Kid plot, which has to be crazy so I'm having a bit of a challenge there. Hee hee hee…

Hope you enjoyed this one.

And oh, please try to also read my other stories. Thanks in advance!