Maka opened the door to Soul's room cautiously and peered in. As usual, the blinds were down, and the only light coming into his lair was from the open door. Maka sighed, wondering why she even bothered to check anymore. There was no way this boy could ever rouse himself without her.
Crossing through the darkness and to his bed, the scythe meister couldn't help but smile at the scene below her. Soul was lying face down in his pillow, his limbs splayed over the entire bed and his hair looking like someone hit it with a leaf blower. The comforter that had started the night on top of him was now draped over a foot, hanging off the bed.
Maka leaned over her weapon, placing her hand on his bare shoulder and shaking him vigorously. "Come on Soul, time to wake up."
The teenaged boy groaned in response.
Well, at least he's conscious. Normally the girl would just pull out a book and Maka-Chop him awake, but she'd tried some more gentle approaches since they started dating. She'd give him five minutes before pulling the encyclopedia.
"Come on, the longer you drag it out the harder it is." She shook him harder.
"Butizzaweekend." Soul's voice came from the pillow.
"I know, I let you sleep in. It's already 9:00! Now get up." She was losing her patience.
"Whyyyyy?" At this point he just sounded like a whiny little kid.
"Because I'd rather have you spend the day with me than sleep your entire weekend away."
Finally, the weapon rolled over and looked up at her lazily from crimson eyes. Suddenly, a grin spread across his face, and he drawled out in a husky voice, "Why don't you join me, then?"
There wasn't even a second of pause before the Oxford English Dictionary was slammed into his cranium.
"Pervert." She growled, then turned to stomp out.
Soul sat up, rubbing his head while the blanket finally fell off his foot. "Oi, Maka, wait!"
She turned around, still miffed. "What, Soul?"
"It doesn't have to be perverted, you know."
Maka stood in the doorway for a few moments before sighing. "It may be a weekend Soul, but I have a lot to do. I need to catch up on the work I missed when I was sick last week, not to mention the extra studies I need to stay ahead, and then I need to go down to the market because we're completely out of..." She continued rambling, listing chore after chore that had to be done.
Soul sat and listened with a bored expression for a couple of minutes, then pushed himself out of bed and walked over to her. Taking his approach as a sign of forfeit, she started to close up her speech with,
"So you see, I'm just far too busy to-"
The white-haired boy promptly picked his meister up, crossed over to the bed, and dumped her back on it.
"Soul, what do you think you're-"
The weapon flopped down on the bed next to her, and rolled over so he was facing her.
"What you need to do," he breathed in her ear, "is relax." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
Maka knew she was fighting a losing battle, and quite frankly, she kind of wanted to lose at this point. Just the same, the scythe meister couldn't help protesting,
"But Blair's fur..."
"Blair is a freaking magic cat, Maka. She can brush it herself."
Maka sighed and snuggled up against her weapon. "Yeah...I guess you're right."
Ohmigawd. That was...I don't even KNOW. I'M SORRY, WORLD! I just figured I needed to post SOMETHING to prove I was alive, so I dug this terrible creature out of my files...I think I'll just use this to dump all of my random crappy cheesy SoMa fluffs. I apologize once more to the world in general.
So yeah, I'm back writing again. Yaaaay! I also started watching Hetalia recently...we'll have to see what that does for my fics...
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~Mossy