"Maka!" Kindergarten Maka Albarn, turned to see her half-transformed friend bob through the large field to her. Her head feathers stood up as she gave a large open-mouth smile.
"Soul! Over here! I found pretty flowers!" Soul didn't slow, he continued bounding toward his chickity. Maka squealed, sensing her friends intentions. This happens to be Souls favorite game: 'hunt the chickity'. Makas little wings flapped pitifully in an attempt to get her up off the ground. Souls small tail clumsily thumped on the ground as his hands pulled him forward, his breath was heated as his red eyes glowed with the thrill of the hunt. Maka's bright wings made a great target against the green grass of the academy's training ground. Maka let out a high pitched squawk as a force pushed her to the ground. They tumbled over the grass in a flurry of colors, ending up with Soul on top. His chubby face was covered in dirt and sweat. His iron teeth split into a huge grin,
"Got you chickity!"
Under him, Maka pouted
"I'm not a chickity! You lizard!"
Soul simply laughed.
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In second grade, They had grown a bit more. While soul still didn't have control of his transformation...neither did Maka. She had transformed, however she's now stuck as a tiny Phoenix. So he takes care of her in school (as a good fake boyfriend should). He buys her lunch, let's her sit on his shoulder, and holds her during nap time. She had finally transformed on the walk home one day. When a sudden light flashed he was afraid she had burst into flame (again); but it was just her, and a sudden massive weight on his shoulder. His head hit the sidewalk with a thud,
"Oww- ch-chickity!" He looked up at the pretty human form of his fake girlfriend Maka. She smiled, her bangs where long from not being cut and her hair was out of its ties.
"I did it soul! I did it! I did it!" Before he knew it, he was pulled into her warm chest for a hug. Soul smiled,
"Good job Maka."
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Soul had his full transformation in fourth grade. He was still smaller than the average abaasy but larger than the other students none the less. Even though the school was for mythical-creatures, they considered him a legal weapon. Now, you would think this would upset him, the mussel and leash. But, having Maka with him all day, feeding him and kissing his snout....a ('ex') fake boyfriend could get used to this. Plus it made it easier to scare away the guys who also like-liked his chickity.

(Even if spirit had caught onto them and forced them to 'break up')
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Six grade was the worst/best time of Maka's life. It was the first time her and Soul weren't in the same class. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was rumor going around that he had a crush on a girl named Kim.
Maka sighed as she watched the kid and Black*Star talk to Kim and Jackie in the field. Black*Star pointed at her and said something that caused Kim to glare. Maka pretended not to notice and munched on her sandwich. She glanced at the Souls lunch next to her,
"Where is he?"
She was once again pushed to the ground a deeper voice now mumbled in her ear,
"The chickity was hunted once again." She smiled
"Soul your lunch!" He chuckled (voice cracking a bit)
"I know I know." He didn't hear the Phoenix mumble 'I'm not a chickity'
After eating in silence, watching as Kid and Black*Star got into a fight, soul swallowed his nerves,
"So, uhh, Maka?"
As she looked at him he forgot how to speak, the wind blew her scent making it stronger as the dappled sunlight caused her eyes to sparkle even more. He felt steam burst from his collar, soul pulled on it to let it out
"You-you know the dance is coming up and uhh, I know you wanted to go with s-someone and uhh..." He panicked as her eyes widened. Soul was ready to run down across the field and punch Black*Star in his stupid wolf face for reassuring him that she would say yes.
"Can I be that someone?" He squeezed his red eyes shut and waited.
After silence he heard a faint,
"What about Kim?"
"Wha-huh?" He looked at her, something about her eyes...made his heart ache.
"Who? Who's Kim?" Soul looked at her funny. He might have heard that name before...
He was suddenly tackled to the ground her nosed brushed against his as she smiled.
(Now he was defiantly hotter than her flame).
"The chickity would love to go with her hunter."
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The entire year of eighth grade was spent blushing and dealing with the teasing from their friends. It was spent with out of control hormones causing heated looks and perverted thoughts that can't seem to go way (not that they want them too). Maka had almost asked Soul to be her boyfriend.
Almost.
And Soul had almost kissed her while she was sleeping.
Almost.
Their friends weren't surprised when Soul and Maka picked each other as partners...what they were surprised at was that they managed to be even closer then before.
Eighth grade is when the betting pool started for
'When will soma happen?'