"MAKA!" I heard Soul scream from the living room. I ran down the hall, practically tripping over my own feet.

"What!" I screamed.

"UGHHHHHHH….." I heard him moan into the pillow on our couch. He kept on banging his head into the pillow.

"What's the big deal!" I stop to tighten my hold on the towel covering my body. I was wet from the shower and dripping water everywhere. "I was just in the shower, you nearly gave me a heart attack! YOU KNOW IF I HAD SLIPPED I COULD HAVE EASILY HIT MY HEAD AND DIED THEN YOU WOULD-"

"This is what's the matter." He holds up his right hand waving a piece of paper in the air.

"A. Piece. Of. PAPER. That is what you rudely interrupted my shower for?"

"Not just a piece of paper," he says into the pillow, then getting up and coming over to where I was standing, "a letter from my brother. Do you understand what this means?" he stops for a moment taking in my appearance and a sly grin spreads across his face. "Were just you taking a shower? Or were you going to try and seduce me by wearing just a towel, huh, tiny tits?" He pokes my stomach area and raises one of his eyebrows chuckling, that grin getting bigger every laugh he takes.

I give him one of my death glares and he immediately raises his arms above his head. But it's no use.

"…Maka….CHOP." I slam the nearest book I can reach my hands on into Soul's head as hard as I can. He falls to the ground, no longer smiling, clutching his head in pain.

"Ouch, Maka.….."

"Serves you right." I reach down and take the piece of paper from his hand. It says;

Dear Soul,

I'm coming to visit Death City on the 22nd and I need a place to stay.

I don't know how long I'll be in Death City for, but I'm sure I can stay with you.

See you soon.


Your brother, Wes

P.S. I really would like to meet Maka, you haven't said much about her. Only a few things here and there. And we both know what that means.

"Oh, how wonderful, your brother is coming to visit!" I say excitedly. Then it dawned on me.

Today is the 22nd, and it looks like a bomb went off in our apartment. AND I'm not even showered and dressed yet!

I kick Soul, yelling "Get up! Your brother could come any second! Get your lazy ass up off the floor, stop crying like a little baby- you have definitely had worse done to you than that Maka chop! NOW GET UP AND CLEAN UP ALL OF YOUR STINKING STUFF!" I run off to the bathroom to finish getting ready, leaving Soul staring at me in the hallway like I was acting like some crazy lady.

"But I don't even want him here," he moans, banging his head on the wall next to him.

"WELL TOO BAD." I scream from the bathroom.

-two hours later-

Me and Soul were practically passed out on the couch when we heard a knock on the door. We had practically cleaned every part of the apartment. Well, I had cleaned the house. Soul moaned and groaned and complained so much that I couldn't take it anymore and told him to go to the supermarket and buy food for tonight's dinner. I honestly don't know why he was so tired. All he had to do was walk down the street and back with the groceries.

Nonetheless, the house was spotless. My bangs were glued to my forehead with sweat and I smelled like Windex, but at least I didn't look terrible.

I started to get up from my seat to get the door, "Coming! Just a sec!"

But Soul got up quickly, pushed me back down on the couch forcefully and ran to the door. He opened it and pushed him and the person at the door- probably his brother- into the hallway and slammed the door shut.

I immediately heard the voices of Soul and his brother. Soul's was strained and harsh, while his brother's was calm and joking. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was sitting on the couch so I got up and inched closer to the door.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob and my head rested on the door, ear pressed up against it ready to hear more of their voices. I was ready to intervene if something bad started to happen. And with Soul involved, god only knows what would happen.

But there was nothing. No voices.

Then the door opened.

It hit my head, pushed my body backwards and I fell right on my butt.

They just stood there staring at me on the ground curiously.

Then Soul broke out in hysterical laughter. "Hey shrimpy, what are you doing on the ground? Did you trip over one of your stupid books or something? Hahahahaha!"

My face turned red as I got up and I slammed a book into his head. Hard. He fell to the ground, like he did earlier that day.

"No I did not trip on a book you idiot! I'm not that clumsy!" I turn to his brother.

"I'm so sorry about that. He has no self control. I'm Maka by the way." I smile up at the boy in front of me. He has red eyes just like Soul's and hair that was black and messy, not at spiky and gravity defying as Soul's was but in a cute tousled hair way. He was slim and his black shirt hugged his muscles in all the right ways. Wes was taller than me, just like Soul He smiled and showed his non-shark-like teeth.

"I'm Wes. Nice to finally meet you." He says shaking the hand I held out. His hand was warm and when he talked his eyes never left mine.

"And may I say, Soul did not tell me how pretty you are." His eyes flick from my head to my toes and back up again in a quick motion. "I mean all he ever really said was… well, lets say they aren't true to my eyes."

My face turns a bright red and I bite my bottom lip, embarrassed.

"Cut the 'pretty' crap, Wes. Look at her, she's as flat as an ironing board and I don't even think she likes guys." Soul says from the couch. He must have gotten up when Wes and I weren't looking.

My smile fades and I glare at Soul, my eyes flaming. But I reframe from yelling and slap a fake smile on my face,

"Wes, why don't I show you to Soul's room so you can put your stuff down." I stiffly say.

"Thanks Maka tha-"

"What! he's not staying in my room!" Soul gets up from and storms over to me.

I pull him away form Wes. "We will be just a minute, Wes. Please make yourself at home."

I drag Soul into my room so I can talk to him without Wes hearing.

"I am going to kill you if you don't stop acting so rude!" I slap him across the side of his head. Honestly, I don't know how he has any brain cells left considering how many times I have hit him.

"Well then kill me because I am not being nice to that jerk of a guy who's invading my house!"

"OUR house. And anyway he's a guest, your brother for gods sake! Just deal with it!"

"He's not staying in my room."

"than where's he going to sleep?"

"Umm… the couch?" he says as if it was obvious.


"The couch."



"I said no. He's our guest and guests do not sleep on the couch."

"Fine. Then I'll sleep in your room." he says with a smirk.

"WHAT?" My eyes widen and my hands turn into fists at my side.

"I said I'll just sleep in your room."

"No way!"

"What? Do you honestly think I'd try to do something to you in your room. WHERE YOU HAVE AN UNLIMITED SUPPLY OF BOOKS TO THROW AT ME IF YOU WANTED TO."

I sigh.

He's right. With that many books at my disposal, so close to me for that matter, I could really do some good Maka Chopping if I needed to. And if he was willing to stay in the same room as me with that threat in his mind, he must really want to not sleep in the same room as his brother.



"Yeah, really. But your sleeping on the floor, and on the other side of the room. AND if you even do one thing to annoy me or do ANYTHING to my room OR ME when I'm sleeping I will not hesitate to Maka-Chop you to death and throw you out the window."

He smiles. "I guess we are having a more-than-one-night-sleepover in your room then."

"Oh shut up."