Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Soul Eater on a legal scale and I never will.

Author's Note: Oh my God, it's been too long, hasn't it? I do intend on finishing my challenge, don't you worry! I have lots to write but just not enough time to get everything written.

References to the later chapters of the manga (not the most recent, though).

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Black Star/Tsubaki

Prompt: Rrrip!

December 1, 2011

"Hey, Tsubaki… when did you become such a perv?"

The water she had been casually sipping almost went up through her nose. She jolted out of range of Black Star, who was lying casually against her thigh as they watched television.

Tsubaki didn't know where that thought came from-they were watching a movie completely unrelated. She picked at a stray thread from the couch.

"W-Where did that come from?"

He shrugged, sitting upright. "Ever since we got back from that book I've kinda been wonderin'." His hands were behind his head, the epitome of casual (well, at least he attempted to be casual).

"You have? Why?"

"You just… dunno, you just don't seem like the type."

Tsubaki sighed. "It's not like I can turn it on and off. It's who I am down to the most basic level." As an afterthought, she added, "I don't act on it at all."

"But why not?" he asked, emphasizing every word. "I'm here, aren't I? You're suffering, and I can help. Why have you never asked for help?"

Realizing just what he was referring to "help" her with, her face blossomed with color. As it grew deeper and deeper by the passing seconds, she slumped against the couch. "Why do you do this to me?"

"What? Do what?" he asked, genuinely confused. He knew what he was suggesting, thought about it enough. He wanted his partner happy and satisfied. She should have known by now that he was interested in her-trying to spy on a person in the bath wasn't code for "I think you're disgusting, go away." They slept in the same bed, shared the same kitchen. Close spaces. He wanted more of her; his proposition was mainly a selfish one.

"I can't tell if you're serious or not, and it drives me crazy. Or if you're confusing it with something else."

He was over her the instant she opened her eyes. Tsubaki gasped, and then held her breath. He was too close for this to be a good thing.

"I could give you some sappy-ass speech about how I can't live without you or that you complete me or some shit, but I'm not. I don't have to for you to know that. Serious? Deadly. Confused? Never. Now, do you want to ask that question again?"

She shook her head slowly, letting out the breath she was holding in a ragged exhale.


"From now on, if you ever get the urge to tear my clothes off and jump me-do it."

She blushed, figuring that it would never come to that, but nodded anyway. "But what does that make us?"

"Partners. There's more than one meaning of the word, right?"

She smiled even wider now. With an overwhelming urge, she reached forward to grasp onto Black Star's workout tank top and pulled-rrrrrip.