He's on the hunt.

Notoriously known as Soul Eater, the black blood witch hunter held the looks of a handsome lad in his mid-twenties, with eyes that gave unearthly hues of red that glowed warm and calmly in the midnight candlelight of his village. He was the best defender of the land, and he never stops eliminating humanity's most grand threat at their age in time; witches.

However he is not human.

He was not in his twenties either.

His full title "Black Blood Witch Hunter" wasn't particularly false, however was not true either. For those uneducated of witch types, which there are quite a few types and unfortunately very little education about them-there was no such thing as a "black blood" witch. He was the one with the black blood. Black blood thought to be something given by a rare holy spirit as a blessing, Soul better knows it as the witch creation damned by hell-although it does have practical uses when mastered. It infected him, and almost murdered him all on its own. However it did lead to become incredibly powerful in finishing off witches with the aid of his trusty crossbow. He never missed a shot, and was indestructible if he ever did.

So that was what leads to tonight, on another solo witch hunt.

It was within a swamp known as Lerna, with a supposed very powerful frog witch who's been bothering the village's food supply recently. It been heard she's hard to find and impossible to kill due to that. Soul's making a note to mention to Kim that her knowledge was one fat lie because there were bright jack o' lanterns everywhere, practically making the cave lair stick out like a sore thumb. Being as it was spring and Hallow's eve was nowhere close, it obviously related to a witch's doing. Cautious for traps however because this seems so damn easy he proceeds inside.

Click.

He launches forwards into a tumble to dodge whatever fell from the ceiling only to roll onto something rather disturbingly slimy and well turns out breathing. A shriek is heard in the air as Soul leaps up and shoots whatever exactly it was, mentally readying his blood armor if needed as he swiftly continues forward. He sets another arrow in the bow as his steps are silent on the now stony floor of the cave. He runs into more strange slimy things and objects that fall on a click as he ventures further. He's realized the living beings do nothing more than shriek or groan when stepped on but being as the place is almost pitch black he couldn't really entirely avoid the screaming slime rugs he's come to call them.

He did begin to follow them as the cave broke up into different tunnels. It was a clever idea, most people would not step upon such an annoying loud creature again after a misstep, however they were creating a pathway along one certain tunnel. Their screams probably served as warnings to the witch, so he sped briskly along until he began to see better, meaning a light source was up ahead and more likely some strange half frog half humanoid witch. However as he fashionably busted into the pumpkin lit clearing a witch was not what he was met with.

He stares confused at a cat sitting on a pumpkin licking her paw. However it is the cat's reaction that stumps him more.

It got excited and started to frantically mew, leaping off the pumpkin and to him, before rubbing itself against his left leg and darting to an opening of another set of tunnels. Its tail in a flicking motion like a finger of a low maiden seducing a drunk gent to come closer. By captivation of the communication of this strange cat he raises his eyebrows before following it down a winding series of tunnels that cross paths far too often than he liked. At this point he can't remember how to get out of this place anymore. Soon enough that did not remain to be his largest concern until he figured out what the cat led him to.

There was a lady in a cushioned chair at the dead end the cat stopped in. A small table next to her with about ten large stacks of books on it carefully balanced and the pumpkin lighting was the brightest here. The mysterious cat prances forward and leaps onto her lap.

"Good to see you again Blair, how was your scouting going?"

The maiden with the most calming voice Soul's ever heard raises her eyebrows at the cats reaction, much like how Soul did not minutes before. The kit mewls excitedly and the maiden chuckles before pulling out a pastry and letting the feline munch on it as she eats a different one. However the cat does not munch; instead holds its head up high and looks directly in Soul's direction. Her tail does the unusually human like motion towards movement and he isn't he only one to notice, but he follows the cat's lead. The maiden stops eating, examining the animal's body language before she gasps realizing someone is with her.

And it's not the damned witch who trapped her there.

Soul as he reveals himself also reveals much closer details to the mysterious maiden in front of him. Her mossy eyes, her rare untouched by the sun skin, the shackles around her ankles and wrists...

"You have an awfully intelligent feline friend to lead me here, my lady. Did the witch of frogs encase you here?"

The women seemed too dumbfounded that she was actually found so she merely gave a single curt nod. It was all Soul needed before he changed his course of actions in this place, from witch killing to saving this rather precious prisoner and her genius companion. In all honesty the woman would have broken free herself in a matter of hours after finishing her book, but having a hunk of a gentleman with rather rare attractive features and some sort of skilled marksman ability show up to assist her, the book could wait.

As she goes to question how they would get out of her shackles he merely fires his contraption of a crossbow at her much to her dismay (and to his amusement) as she realizes he aimed for a shackle without missing. He did not miss either for the other three shackles. The gent slings his weapon across his back as he's done with a smirk and holds out his hand formally.

"Known as Soul Eater, I am a witch Hunter and I am absurdly skilled at what I do, my Lady."

At this point she has placed her hand in his as that is the formally polite action do, and he very formally kisses her hand before questioning,

"Where do you hail from? Or where would you like me to escort your return to from this place?"

She is very quickly gaining respect for him by the way he speaks, however the question delighted and terrified her at the same time and she very quietly answers,

"Sir, the place I hail from I do not wish to return to, nor do I hold any other places in thought to return to..."

She's surprised by the understanding look in his eyes, and even more so when he gives the invitation that she could live in his village and his friends would welcome her warmly. Knowing she could not remain in the damned cave she was trapped in for a moment longer she agrees with a brightening smile on the promise that she could bring her cat with her.

"My lady my friends would welcome such intelligent beings, the other ladies would be very happy to know that they are not the only maidens who learned to read and write as well."

Soul mentions as he eyes the book she was reading. He did nothing more than smile at her afterwards. This female has a very strong feeling this gentleman would be the very first person she's trusted in quite a long time. This man straightens and focuses on the situation at hand when Blair motions to the hallway to leave. He gestures for her to go before him and she obliges. The pathways were familiar to him, crossing into the clearing with large amount of pumpkins and suddenly the man behind the rescued maiden randomly apologizes to her.

She abruptly feels strong arms at her back and bend of knees before being hoisted up; Soul beginning to maneuver very carefully around the slimy floor creatures. She yelps in response but as soon as he accidentally steps on one and it makes that pitiful sound he apologizes again and states that was the reason for carrying her. On his way back to the entrance with the cat right in front of him he mutters,

"Aggravating pointless squealing creatures what damnation is their purpose and . . ."

He continues with his rant on them very quietly as he steps on another one and the maiden giggles, unfazed by the screech. He makes it out of the cave and all three beings take a deep breath of crisp night air. Soul determines that it would be very rude to make such a lady walk all the way to his village so he deems it unfit to set her down as his makes way for a walk to his village. She doesn't quite frankly mind either, she is in very thin linens and under the chosen armor of leather he radiates heat extremely well. This is the time she also takes in his appearance very well and burns it to memory because he is not a normal sight to see. A hair hue equal to the quartz you would see in a pocketwatch, eyes like none before, and teeth unusually sharp.

She could sense he was not fully a humanoid, yet neither was she.

Blair doesn't easily take to strangers either, and who was not just a cat.

Yet she led this strange man to her, to free her. The woman was no fool she very well knew the cat was a cat of fate. Blair was a black cat, yet she had an odd purple reflective hue on her coat. It was also known to the female that the cat somehow had a deep earth connection that could be better known as magic—no affiliation to witchcraft—which is why both Soul and her understood the feline so well.

"Arrival at gates will occur soon my Lady."

Cut from her thoughts she holds anxiety in her abdomen for whether or not this place will welcome her or will she be recognized. As they enter easily with a nod from Soul to the people guarding the gates she realizes that everyone in the area are sensed as full bred clueless humans with the exception of a few. The few she didn't mind however as they were on the corner of the street with a medicine shop sign over it as well as the traditional barber shop right alongside it.

Few humans knew that anyone who could successfully heal or cure them of something typically for one wasn't sane, and two wasn't a pure human.

If on cue Soul makes an abrupt turn directly for the medicine shop, mentioning this street is basically where he and his friends thrive. Examining closely she sees in order a medicine shop, a barber parlor, a pub, a library, an armory, a place for burlesque pleasures, and varying shops. He said his friends and he lived on the street behind them, but the pub and medicine shop were prime hangout locations.

"Shall I meet with the Lord here first in the morning to be acquainted as a new peasant living in his territory, Sir?"

"Bah, no need my Lady. No one in this town really cares and that is including any lords or royalty. Plus they have their own practices of knowing everyone in village newcomer or not."

She nods as she's set down on the ground for the first time and he holds the door to the medicine shop open. "After you, my Lady." She strolls in cautious and is hit with aromas of burning sage, the smell and candlelight getting stronger as they make their way to the back of the shop. "Ey, we have a new addition to the posse." The hunter calls out. A loud obnoxious grunt of confusion is heard before the new female steps into view of others. The grunt pauses mid-way through and Soul laughs before a man with oddly blue hair exclaims,

"Where on earth did you acquire such a woman Soul? Nothing like that has ever existed in this village of our own. Her assets aren't on par as much as her complexion and face however."

For the first time, Soul witnesses something he hasn't seen of the newcomer yet. Anger. The book she was holding onto was very graciously held up as she strolled closer to the blue headed man and then very graciously and very powerfully slammed the book spine first onto his cranium with an exclamation of,

"How disgustingly rude of you! I will warn you once, I may look like a child but I am far from it as fragile as I look. I have skills that are only fitted for men, and I can do them better than men like you. Address me as Lady Maka—my past is not to be spoken of, as well as my assets or any other vile topics you see fit, Sir. Have I made my impression clear?"

He almost gave a comment of defiance but she held her book up again and his mouth was quickly closed. Another woman with short blonde hair in the room spoke up this time stating happily,

"I like her already!"

"Soul is this the chosen maiden that you rescued from lord knows what to be your wife or is she a lady of the night?"

Once again a book is unceremoniously slammed down onto the blue one's head. Interestingly enough both Soul and Maka fail to comment on the subject matter. They wouldn't really mind one another in that way; she was beautiful from his perspective and he was handsome, which neither would admit. She's introduced to the whole group from Kim, to the unfortunate Blackstar, and finally Stein with everyone else in between. What was slightly alarming though was the reaction from Doctor Stein.

"My, what interesting souls you've befriended Eater."

Oh yes, he knew damn well what she was with that look in his eye the instant she made eye contact with him. It would be what he's bespectacled himself with that would clear her current facade with ease. She was as knowledgeable as he was, and those circular motherfuckers perched on his nose looked like a disguised pair of Farseer's Spectacles. Lenses which could see living things for what they truly were as well as what powerful held. Apply that with a little bit of knowledge and a decency to know how much of a stupid idea it is not to be friends with someone the likes of her, he held a very excited smile moments after his statement. On a whim to form a secret compact she comments, "You have quite a lovely pair of spectacles there, Doctor." with also a knowing look plastered to her face, and his crazy smile grows.

"So I have heard. Do not worry my Lady, I am more trustworthy to patients than I may seem, as crazed as some say."

If it was not for all but Soul being slightly drunk from the pub, someone could have caught on, and luckily Soul was not one to enjoy paying attention to the creepy doctor. Maka learns that she really enjoys Tsubaki and Stein, mostly because they're quiet but if asked something they can give the most interesting responses. Of course those two were not the only ones.

There was Soul who the gent who was fascinating all on his own.

He was interesting doing well, anything at all. She's never seen someone in a perpetual slouching state and yet hold this air of elite authority around him that felt like he could take out army if he had the will to do it. He looked like a slacker, yet when he spoke he had manner. He seemed educated yet felt a need to carefully conceal his intelligence. Was it because he wants to be underestimated? To take witches or enemies by surprise? Possibly. Maka deemed it was a very wise idea. She could not fit him under a single adjective that could accurately describe him. He wore extremely light armor, and judging by this he must rely completely on skill.

What other skills did he have in that case?

What skills did the others have?

The blonde grazes her eyes around the room, willing the mental question to be answered, and she must be lucky today because Kim just grabbed another handful of sage-from midair. She holds the plant expectantly in front of Tsubaki and with a bored glance from the brunette it starts to smoke. Maka's eyes widen as Stein comments,

"Ladies you're forgetting we have guest..."

Their eyes are the ones to widen this time and they snap over to Maka's amused gaze. She could tell they were practically waiting for the blood curling scream of "witches!" But she waved her hand in the air and gave a shrug.

"I had acquaintances with earth talents; do not mind me, however since I now know what kind of group this is, what is everyone's little talent?"

Tsubaki was clearly a pyromancer. Kim had an ability that allowed her to manipulate gravity it seems. Blackstar could trigger a high level assassin spirit in him and (apparently) go from doofus to elite swords man if he focused. Stein has stitched himself everywhere after putting lord knows what in his body, he withheld giving an exact answer when asked. Liz and Patty had tattoo embodiments that gave them heightened animal senses among other things they refused to mention. When her eyes fell expectantly upon Soul he stares in a bored manner back; a single corner of his mouth curving up and growing on his face in an obvious sign that he was not going to comply. That was of course until Blackstar randomly whipped out a kama and slammed it into the top of Soul's hand resting on the table.

He hissed and spat a few curses, before Blackstar pulls out the blade, aaand then stabs his hand again, in a different spot. The one dawning moonlit hair then decided to exclaim, "What the fuck Star?" and the spirited one retracts the knife for the final time.

"Ya weren't gonna explain your little fiasco so I decided it needed to do a demonstration for her instead."

Blackstar glanced from Maka to Soul's bleeding hand, indicating with his eyes for her to look closely. She peers over, and meets a rather familiar sight.

His blood was black.

Maka looked up to Soul's face. He was looking away, a faint coloration by blood rush making its way to his cheeks. Rather oddly embarrassed at his passive trait he holds his damaged hand up, and then pulls it close to him rubbing his wrist as his blood begins to boil, quite literally. She could tell he was holding back another hiss as the wound closed itself and disappeared remarkably fast.

She knew it hurt like hell.

"It is nothing that grand." Soul growled quietly, and for the first time Maka giggled amused at his reaction. "Oh, nonsense; I know it hurts like hell, however it is useful Soul." She shoots back, and all eyes are on her, confused. That's when she grabs an empty bottle of ale, smacks it against the wooden table, then takes the shattered mouth and casually rakes it across her forearm.

She made not a sound or an expression of pain as she drew a very serious amount of blood.

Blood that was also, black.

Blackstar grins, looking nowhere near Maka while she heals, instead finding great entertainment in Soul's reaction. A blush hit harder, and he stares dumbfounded at her with something in his eyes Blackstar has never seen before. Soul never knew there were others who had to go through the exact same thing. He knew of the witch who had taken him prisoner and gave a fatal slash to the chest drenched in the foul creation, chained heavily against a wall among other corpses, but he had no clue this angelic looking woman had something similar occur.

"H-How by any chance if are you aware did you get yours, my lady?"

"Let's just say that witch imprisonment you freed me from has not been the first one I have sat in, and the witches by all means have attempted to kill me—several times."

"Wha!?" Blackstar exclaims, Stein waves him off saying it's not uncommon for witches wanting to kill any prisoner whom manages to escape. He avoided mentioning any means of how she could've escaped, but it wasn't questioned of.

"How many times were you taken?"

She gains an offended look.

"Why such a rude thing to ask of a lady! I still have my maidenhood, you vile sir." She holds up her book again and Blackstar leans as far away from her as possible. Maka drops the act laughing, tosses the novel aside and continues,

"However so far I will have had about six captures, this one from the frog lady being my latest."

"How the hell have you managed to get captured and escape so many times?"

"One, they know my weakness, books. Two, I am a lot stronger than any of their magic prisons or even some of the witches in general. I would have strolled my way out of that prison earlier once I finished my book however a certain gentleman showed up."

She nodded her head in Soul's direction, who seemed surprised but held a knowing look. He had no idea how well she could control her blood but if she was anything like him nothing could contain them. Them... She would be valuable with her knowledge of witches, and to group and the village and well, him. He wasn't sure if she wanted to stay here permanently however he would be ecstatic if she did. She was intriguing, and the similarities that are coming up are things he has never seen before in another woman. He decided to speak up,

"Would you like to join our village, Lady Maka?"

The whole shop quiets at his voice, and she shoots back casually,

"Of course, I thought we've already settled this?"

"I ask with an intention for a long while; I can guard you from witches if they are fixated on you."

"The dangers that haunt me are far more dangerous than anything you have ever crossed. Do you really wish to propose that, Sir? I am content wandering again when I sense that the cruel wrenches are close."

So she can sense presences too, eh?

Stein and Soul think simultaneously, and both give a smirk.

"Perhaps. Yet you seem to have a lot more up your sleeve, I am positive both of us can take whatever comes together, and the posse is pretty useful too."

He gestures to the rest of the group and they nod agreeably. Maka seems almost taken back by the assurance. No one has ever done that for her, that why she's so strong. Not even her own kingdom ever agreed to lend her even a horse to rely on. No protection, no utility, no food. She has always been on her own. Perhaps this was why she always read romance novels. Companionship even at the worst of times was beautiful to who never had it.

"If everyone is willing to do that then I shall protect this village with my life."

A serious statement stated with a very genuine smile which Soul couldn't refrain from staring at.

"Where shall Blair and I take residency? I do not hold any currencies at the moment to afford my own place."

Patty spoke up, "Most women here do not live by themselves anyway, It's encouraged if you find and tempt a lad to take you in unless you have family."

Maka's eyes narrow.

"Tempt?"

Liz hastily interrupts to state it was a joke and Maka settles. Stein holds up a finger to propose that he could take her in if she worked for the shop. She would have agreed if he had not plastered a creepy smile immediately after, which she's has come to conclusion that is his signature. However Kim suggests, "Soul lives alone, maybe he would take her in?" an array of responses are elicited from the table in the back. "Yeah right, like that grouch would let anyone live with his royal ass." Maka particularly notices coming from Patty, and Blackstar makes a snickering comment that she probably could if she tempted him. This time she doesn't need to slam a book down on his head because Soul punches him hard in the shoulder.

"Ow you fuck! Ya know you're a ladies man don't try to fool this lady!"

Oh good, he's properly regarding her lady now at least. Soul on the other hand was furious. He's had wash-maidens follow him around before but he never even did such a thing as touch them. He had no intentions to scare Maka off; being creepy enough by himself but throw in the always helpful Blackstar and he would pay the expense for her to run from him by the fastest horseback available. He had white hair, evil eyes, and blades for teeth. He was an antisocial fuck too, and that included what was in his trousers.

"Star I swear to heavens, I have explained it to you before..."

"Of all the women who would do anything to be your suitor?"

"Whom I flee from, I have never had lady in my bed, shut your trap."

"Perhaps you do not enjoy temptation on a bed..."

Soul's blood was beginning to boil, rushing around his knuckles and he readies himself to dislocate an idiots jaw before that jaw moves again,

"Lady Maka he's getting defensive over his reputation in bed for you, thus he is willing to take you in, do you accept?"

Blackstar suddenly disregarded Soul completely and holding a gaze directly at Maka instead. A sly smirk is visible and Maka rewinds what he just did. Idiot and fowl, maybe so, however this motherfucker was clever in interpreting information and getting hints out of people. Soul goes to speak but Blackstar continues as if advertising Soul's place,

"He can cook well, he's an excellent guard if you need damsel in distress protection, on normal nights he goes to sleep at midnight unless you 'wish' otherwise and cleans up after himself, and grandest perk for m'Lady he has a small library-"

"Sold!"

No one in the room has ever seen someone's eyes light up that brilliantly at the mentioning of a library, and it made some smile in amusement. Smile still implanted on face Soul raises his eyebrows at her as she stares at him, silently asking for assurance on this small library and its existence. The unspoken question is answered with a small nod and she very suddenly stands up, exclaiming dreamily,

"Soul take me home!"

Tsubaki spits out the ale she was drinking and Maka catches her error in diction and hails her book vigorously onto Blackstar's head, silencing him before he could even start. She swiftly makes a turn and heads to the front of the shop, launching herself out the creaky door into the night with Blair greeting her on the windowsill. She was too excited to sit still even though she knew as much knowledge on getting to her new home as Blackstar knows in manners.

Soul stood up hastily excusing himself and ignoring the cat calls from the pervy particular few, and followed the blonde outside. He navigated the usual turn and dark street with ease, debating how she is going to judge his house. His background was not of peasantry he had a home that could fit an innovative merchant or some mildly large shady business in it, yet he had it all to himself as just a dwelling quarter—books, weapons, and himself.

He was simple.

She was not expecting a shack, but she was not expecting a house this well off really. From what she was shown by candlelight it was cozy yet spacious, and weapons were mantled to the wall everywhere. She's handed a tunic of his and her own candle as they round their way back to the bedroom.

"You may take my room, and I shall sleep elsewhere. You can sleep in that and since I am certain you are exhausted, goodnight Lady Maka."

Once again he gently lifts up her hand and kisses it, giving a soft grin before heading out of the room. He's such an odd man, he befuddled her beyond thought. He was a gentleman who works with magic wielders, who are considered witch scum when they are found out, yet he can afford an actual feather down mattress and this house and books. Books are not cheap. The tunic she changes into is not cheap, nor are the blankets she is now tucking herself under. The bed reeks of his scent, much stronger than right next to him as she snuggles her face into the sea of soft fabrics. His house smells of warm spices, and every essence about him is warm and inviting. Blair even purrs without being pet as she curls up, loving the atmosphere of warmth.

Soul peers in a little while later and smiles seeing them sound asleep, before undressing himself and crashing on the nearest cushioned chair, sleepy.

She felt guilty when she woke in his room in a much more spacious bed than what her body and Blair required. Even more guilty when she stumbled her way into the living room area where he snoozed sitting up awkwardly in a big royal red armchair that had books balanced all over it. She rubs her eyes and looks up again at him only for her face to flush.

He slept in the nude.

The said naked man was a light sleeper too, so when he heard a small startled gasp his eyes slowly opened and he stretched his arms out, only to freeze when he remembers he shares his home now. Soul jumps due to the realization and scrambles to grab a book, open it, and then proceed to hold over his genitalia; slowly looking up from the book to the beauty staring a few steps away from him, mouth agape.

He has absolutely no need to cover himself, she thinks, entertaining her mind with the deliciously defined piece of art in front of her. He had no tan-lines on his arms; he's worked in the sun without upper body attire. Soul had a trail from his naval that dripped behind the book to what she was just staring at, and he stared back at her knowing exactly where her eyes just were. She visibly shakes herself before dragging her line of slight slowly back up to his face, eyes crossing over the giant gash on his chest and torso. She had to sputter out something to break the sexual tension and the oh god he's so sexy thoughts,

"P-Pard..Pardon me, but how.. um, did you get that scar?"

Her eyes lock onto his flushed face.

His eyes intensify, his bottom lip being bitten.

" 'Was how I was given black blood."

The most nonchalant voice rang out into the room despite current situation. Blair pads out into the clearing and she takes one look at him and faints onto her side. Soul looks questioningly at the cat and Maka mindlessly murmurs, "She's fine..." while stepping closer to Soul, who has tensed up further at the approach. She walks... entranced, directly in front of him and her fingers reach out, up to the beginning of the healed wound. He shivers at her touch in the sensitive crevice, and she barely whispers,

"We have met before."

His eyes lock on hers; head tilting to the side in confusion.

"I... am uncertain of how. I just recognize this scar on you..."

"Do you have the same one?"

She shakes her head no, and then leans over, pulling at the collar of the tunic to reveal the scar of something that was plunged into her heart, as well as her breasts which he tried to ignore. ("tried." ) His stare fixates a little too far to the left of her scar, she flushes realizing and bolts upright. His head snaps to the side apologizing immediately before adjusting the book concealing him.

Attention is once again brought to the situation as it would be god awful timing if any of their friends saw them in their current state of being.

One thing was certain, as a blueberry headed beast swings open the front door no essence of good timing was on their side. The vile creature freezes mid footstep, mouth wide open as if to shout his arrival before his eyes find their way to a particular book. His gaze followed upwards to Soul's pinked face, noting the nudity—then to Maka's red face, noting whose tunic she was loosely wearing.

A wide open mouth morphs into shit eating grin.

"Well Sir, that was quicker than I expected."

"Not what you think—" Soul is cut off by a snicker,

"Of course not, but enlighten me one fact; are they firm and perk good sir?"

Soul was in a knot; he could answer that, but not by means of what Blackstar thinks. Soul also could not come to be fully aware of said knot he was in quick enough, because out of pure instinctive and automatic response to that one stupid face of Blackstar's he instantly boasts back,

"Indeed, they look perfect."

Maka's mind is blown into the next century with the whirl of thoughts about:

Why the absolute fuck would he mention that?

Does he not know neither of us will ever hear the end of it and is her chest really that likable to be called perfect?

Meanwhile in the current time frame Blackstar's shit grin has grown three sizes than what his face can accommodate, and Soul mentally kicks himself in the ass for letting that slip. Too late, fuck, are the only words that cross his mind.

"They look perfect? No hands-on knowledge? Oh you got yourself a tease! It would be expected of you though Lady Maka."

The menacing glares aimed in the direction of Blackstar were enough to send him out the door with remarks of informing Pat. Soul did not care, however he knew Maka did; honestly very terrified of the glare she sent Blackstar being directed to him, but was surprised when she also darts out of the room. She could not will herself to glare at him after the bust comment. She's normally repulsed at such statements and will slap any person that says that about her, yet this time around she felt the satisfaction without any slapping.

As she changes into proper day attire she pauses often, casting small glancing down at her chest. Why am I doing this I'm not one for judging my physical appearance? She contemplates however is interrupted,

"Don't strain your neck looking down for that long m'Lady, I have a small mirror if you need to marvel at yourself."

Her head whips to his direction, hand instinctively covering up what is bare.

"Why are you here? I am not fully dressed!"

"This is my room, I require my clothes too." He states amused, leaning against the wall and finding it exceptionally harder to maintain eye contact. "Besides you have human anatomy I do not understand the issue with holding it in secrecy. Also I already have seen your upper half earlier." His words contradicted his actions as he turns around to face away from her, shuffling to grab clothes from a pile in the corner, not once peeping for the sake of her comfort. The room goes quiet as they dress until he steps out of the room leaving one tiny comment,

"As rude of a compliment it was, I cannot disagree."

With a glance down to her chest and a shy look in his eyes she realizes he's smooth as fuck, as her face refuses to go back to a normal color.

Throughout the entire day she realizes in general he's smooth as fuck, from avoiding Pat's comments to dodging the small crowds in the streets, to mixing drinks, to losing the crowd of girls that randomly found him. He did most of these with a smirk or a grin or a warmth in his eyes that made his general persona seem so damn appealing. He caught her stares from afar much more than what should have been necessary. It seemed in his glances he always knew exactly where she was in the vicinity, and checked frequently. Far too frequently, she noted. However she passed it off for the job of being her guard.

At least that's what she's making herself believe.

From the way he eagerly greeted her after coming out of a tailor shop for a few extra garments with Tsubaki, even the brunette gave him a strange look that was on the brink of amusement. He escorted Maka home, the whole half a block of walking.

She oddly felt comforted by all of this.

When it came time to sleep, she decided that she didn't like him sleeping on a chair. "Soul—" She pauses, reassuring herself that this wasn't going to be regretted, "You can sleep in your own room... with me, as long as you keep your trousers on. The chair does not look comfortable and I-I don't even take up a fourth of the feather mattress."

He was surprised at the offer, actually more excited than anything, because it meant that she comfortable with him. She sees him to be close enough to sleep in close proximity even after only knowing him for barely a day. He's got some of her trust, which for reasons unknown makes him incredibly happy.

"Like what ya saw this morning m'Lady?"

He teases with a smirk, the smirk grew to a grin when he successfully dodges an airborne book, hands being thrown in the air as he walks closer to her. She turns and enters his quarters, or should it be thought of as their sleeping quarters? She was unsure of which yet. She turned away to change, and she assumed he did too (he didn't,) before slipping into the sea of covers. Blair was already at the foot of the bed on Maka's side. She was surprised when after a few minutes he strips himself of all the covers and gingerly tucks them around her, she guesses he thought she was asleep.

"Are you not going to become cold Soul?" She asks very softly.

"Hm? Oh um, it is rare for me to become cold. My body produces heat extremely well."

Husky. That was the only adjective she could use to describe that voice. It was what made her thoughts go south before she forced herself to focus on his words. She slipped her hand out into the cold air of the room to his side of the bed. Her hand came in contact with his chest, as he laid on his side facing her. Maka's hand landing directly over his heart as she could feel each beat.

"Holy fuck you're hot!"

He gives a sleepy, yet sexual growl in response and she sighs deliberately before retracting her hand and lying on her side as well, facing him. There was a single small window in the room, yet it was pitch black and she could not see a thing except for his hair, which was practically phosphorescent, and she thought that was kind of cute. Maybe she should not have invited him back into his room, because she's far too distracted to sleep. She had a strong urge to touch his body again but swallowed thickly and ignored it when she heard quiet snores.

When she woke up in the morning once again she was hit with the sight of a demigod sprawled out, with his hands behind his head and one knee up. Every inch of him was toned and it was just plain unfair. She could not ignore him when he's like that! Her hand mindlessly reaches out and settles on his scar again, this time on the lower portion of it.

He wakes with a jolt, as if alarmed at the touch. She removes her hand immediately and apologizes; however he grabs her hand—very delicately—and sets it back where it rested on him. His eyes close as he relaxes, murmuring,

"It's alright, do as you wish..."

He yawns afterwards, and Maka accepts the odd invitation to trace her fingers along the entirety of his scar. Her mind vigorously attempts to remember where she's seen his scar before. She fails to notice the goosebumps that arise all over his arms, and the small shaky exhale he gives. Lost in her thoughts her fingers execute all kinds of stupid and ridiculously tingly movements that drive him nuts and made his sleepy facade falter several times.

As of the moment he was glad she often thought too hard.

"287."

He opens his eyes questioning the random utterance, "Pardon?" and she looks oddly up at him. "It has been 287 years since you've gotten your black blood." She murmurs again in a daze similar to the previous morning, and he immediately sits up and faces her. There was absolutely no trace of the sleepiness moments ago on him much to Maka's surprise…

"What gave you that knowledge?"

He asks in the most serious tone she's heard yet from him. The maiden fully in control of her mind once more tries to figure out how the hell she randomly spewed a dark fact about him, but her mind went blank.

"I uncertain again... I have this strange state I go into and it unlocks something that has to do with you each time, and I am not quite sure why it's occurring."

"Does your black blood have an identity?"

"Hah?"

"Does it personify in your mind, and have a voice?" He asks curiously.

"Never really paid attention to shape however it does have a voice."

"Perhaps it's trying to tell you something that it knows about my black blood entity."

Maka looks down and stares at the scar again, attempting to force out information however to no avail. She states this out loud, slightly crestfallen while apologizing. Soul randomly apologizes as well, but for his age. Specifically he was 307 years old; mentioned with a hand scratching lightly at his neck and a blush evident on his cheeks. Black blood is explained to stop the aging process or dramatically slow it. Maka wasn't prepared for the embarrassment radiating off of him as he explained in his opinion that he should be dirt at his age.

She smiles vibrantly and casually mentions, "I'm 305." without a statement more, then continuing her day and getting dressed.

A stunned witch hunter left alone.

This was something unfinished that I found again, and I'll hopefully finish it or at the very least get it out there.

Like it? Leave a comment telling my ass to finish this! -Thtzwhatuthink