A Sound Soul Dwells Within a Sound Mind and a Sound Body

By: amy2may

Collection of SoMa One-Shots: Soul Eater Edition

Story One: Nightmares Are Simply Unfinished Dreams

Summary: Maka has a nightmare. Soul's there to comfort her.

Rating: K+
(For VERY minor language)

Word Count: 2,055

Author's Notes:
Oh my god, it has been so long since I have posted! A couple of things:

1) I DO NOT write smut or lemons. This is purely SoMa FLUFF, but I'm sure we can deal with that! c;

2) I DO take requests, you guys can message them to me or comment, but I do prefer requests as a message.

3) Please follow, for this will be a COLLECTION of one-shots, so look out for updates! I am almost finished with two or three others, so an update should be soon. Hopefully I can come up with a schedule, but I'm not that organized. .-.

4) If you are a Shingeki No Kyojin (Attack On Titan) fan, I have an EreMika one-shot fanfic coming up as well as a continuous one with humor, romance, plot-twists, and tears...

I think that's about it! Please enjoy and I'm sorry. I believe this piece to be extremely crappy... I had envisioned something better, but this word-vomit came out instead... I apologize.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THE STORY. ONLY THE STORY BELONGS TO ME, AS WELL AS MY IMPRESSIVE QUOTE (I GUESS) AT THE END.

Nightmares Are Simply Unfinished Dreams

Today, Soul and I are about to obtain all one-hundred souls, and finally he can become a Death Scythe. All we need is one more soul to do so. A Witch's soul, in which, we are only about a mile away from obtaining one!

"Soul, let's go!" I yell, already in stance for what we are about to witness. However, my partner has other ideas, as he takes off full-speed to the Witch's pumpkin-shaped house. "S-Soul! Baka, this isn't going to be like the other missions where you can just barge in and-dammit, Soul!" The next thing I know, my Weapon is lunging himself towards the window, while I decide to take the stairs of our enemy's house.

My face is already burning red with anger, but it only grows worse when I find my partner's face buried in the breast's of the Witch. She is taking her bubble bath while his nose is spewing a fountain of blood; the purple-haired girl lying naked in the tub is simply giggling cutely with amusement. What is this I'm feeling, though?

Why am I alone?

Wait.

Soul?

"Do you think I would want to be partners with a flat-chested girl like you, Maka?"

All you men are the same.

"Psh, Tiny Tits."

Liars.

"It would be uncool of me, as a Weapon, to leave my Meister like that."

Cheaters.

"Sorry, Maka, but do you think a cool guy like me...

Would stick around with someone like you?"

...

"Soul!" Maka woke up in a cold sweat; her throat was raw, her heart beating rapidly. She found it strange how her heart was still beating, because it seemed like there was no reason that it should be functioning. Not after the scene she had just watched for the millionth time. Not without Soul.

The Meister reached up to rub the sleep that was blurring her vision, when she realized that it was a salty liquid trailing down her porcelain cheeks. The petite, brunette stared blankly at her wall before she let out a sob. Maka curled up in a ball, cupping her hands in front of her mouth as an effort to mute her cries, but the tears began to flow freely onto her bed. Her knees were folded to her flat-chest, that she couldn't help but to notice after the nightmare that burned in her mind and pounded against her skull. Her face was buried in her comforter, and however, despite the name, it wasn't at all comforting. Maka felt even more alone now, than ever.

It was true that Soul had said such harsh things, making her believe that he really would ditch her for Blair, but he didn't mean them, or so she hoped. These damned dreams kept reoccurring more often now, and they were starting to rip apart her state of mind. She had thought about admitting defeat to Soul, but she hated showing signs of weakness, even if she did tend to do so more frequently than she would like, it didn't mean she did not despise showing her soft side to others. All Maka wanted was to be strong enough for her Weapon... To be good enough.

"I'm sorry, Soul." She whispered under her breath, tears rushing down the bridge of her nose, teeth clenched together, and her fists balled up, tightly.

"Why are you sorry?" The girl gasped, instantly freezing. She could hear her pulse in her ears and feel it drumming in her flat-chest. Maka couldn't move. She couldn't muster the amount of strength needed in order to turn and face the source of that voice.

The voice sighed and she could feel the person's weight settle on her bed. "Maka, what's going on? This is the fourth night this week you've woken me up. It's uncool to worry your partner like that." Soul said, calmly, lying on his back next to the fragile teen, sniffling with her face stuffed into her bed. Yet, Maka still could not do anything in her willpower to budge. That is, until Soul adjusted himself on her bed, placing a hand on Maka's shoulder and pushing her over on her back before his Meister could even react.

"Maka," he repeated, lowering her small wrists by holding them in the grasp of his hands, dropping them to lay motionless by her sides. "Tell me." Soul's thumb outlined the skin under her lashes to erase the stray tears, as his left arm holding his weight so he could hover over her. At this point, the girl beneath his was at a loss of words, and it was visible, too; the way her mouth hung open with no intelligent words forming. Only the sound of her shaky breathing being released, filling the overbearing atmosphere of pressure and harsh silence.

On the other hand, there was Soul, practically in a haze, and no clue where all of these sudden actions originated. He definitely had no idea why he has not fallen on his face yet, either, but his nerves were almost numbed by watching his wielder shed tears for reasons that he had yet to discover. Maybe it was a pinch of anger from being completely avoided, or something else that seemed to be at bay for the moment. It was obvious that not being able to comfort his Meister would be totally uncool, but the snow-headed boy couldn't even focus on whether he was portraying the qualities of a cool person or not. He couldn't trash the image drilled in his mind of a tear-stroked Maka apologizing to him for mysterious reasons and the stiffness of her tiny form under him.

When she inhaled sharply, his thoughts instantly disappeared and all of his attention focused on what was happening in front of his very eyes. Soul swung his legs over, giving his friend room to breathe. He stretched himself out on her bed, locking his fingers behind his head and propping his upper body on the wooden headboard, waiting for whatever she had to announce. However, Maka still hadn't moved a single inch. Getting impatient, Soul tried his best to encourage her by adjusting his pose, scooting to curl up around the girl's petite figure and using his arm as a pillow above her head, and stroked her chestnut locks with the other hand.

Eventually, she spoke, and with each breath that was gathered, her partner could make out the quivering that her voice withheld. It was palpable she endeavored to regain herself, but flunked when her body erupted with a new wave of salty fluids spilling from her eyes.

Soul couldn't help but to roll his eyes in annoyance, but still encircled his arms around Maka and pulled her to his chest, granting her access to heave out cries. Due to her stubborn personality, Soul was well aware of how she refused to cry while he was within her boundaries. She had always complained as to how unattractive her face tended to be after a fit of sobbing. 'I look like a chipmunk that hasn't slept for months,' she would say, flailing her arms with an adorable puff in her cheeks. The other teen would deny the statement, but always obliged to opening his mouth to maintain his 'cool' status.

"I-I..." the technician stuttered, "I had another nightmare, is all." She coughed, trying so relentlessly to end the wavering of her voice, "Trust me, it's cool."

She had just lied while using his catchphrase. Soul Eater Evans was not going to take that.

Once again, Soul scooted himself over to her height and leaned over her, their noses only inches from touching. "Maka, why do you even try to hide things from me? It is not 'cool' and in fact, it is uncool to lie to your partner." The Scythe sighed, resting his forehead on Maka's and closing his eyes. "Tell me, Maka," he began as his eyelids lifted to watch her, "What was the nightmare about?"

A bit of the tension that had built up in her system, released itself as Maka eventually calmed her shaking. Being so close to Soul seemed to have evened-out their wavelengths to be in an uncut sync.

She batted her eyes innocently at the boy above her, before exhaling and avoiding his gaze, "I had a nightmare that..." she trailed off and gnawed on her bottom lip, "That you left me to be-to be with Blair!" Her tone grew a bit more aggressive, but she soon recuperated her placid mask by clamping her teeth together as a form of discharge. "You asked why someone as 'cool' as you would..." the sandy-blonde's volume decreased, "Would stay with someone like me. Someone with no a-appeal, or no charming person-" Maka choked down a sob, "Personality, or-or anything that anyone would want."

Soul could only stare in awe with his lips parted as he watched her puffy eyes shed more tears, but only to be wiped away intermittently as they fell, using her cotton sleeve. With each sweep of the fabric against her face, she left behind splotches of inflamed skin.

Soul had repositioned himself, this time sitting crisscross, still concentrating on her. Maka sat up as well, but drooped her head. "S-Soul?"

"Yeah, Maka?"

His Meister sniffed. "You... You can go now. I'll be fine, o-okay?" She looked up and gave him a fake-as-hell smile that trembled as more heartache glossed-over her eyes. She broke. Frantically, Maka shook her head and clung onto her partner's shirt as she cried out into his chest, repeating the same three words: "Don't leave me."

Soul's eyes widened, as he paused at her touch, before relaxing a bit and coiling his arms around her frame. The Weapon awkwardly patted her on the back, his fingers then lingering on the material of her shirt as he relished the feeling of her figure being so close to his. The sensation that filled his soul when he thought about it in more depth made Soul clasp the fibers of her top, thoroughly pulling her further into him. His ruby eyes shut as his face found its way to the crook of his partner's neck.

They stayed in that position for a while, Maka lying in between Soul's legs, still crying on his chest. However, she was no longer sobbing, only silent whimpers from time-to-time, but it still gave Soul some piece of mind. He was sitting up, his bush of snow-colored hair cushioning his head as it was propped on Maka's headboard.

He watched her as her breathing began to allay itself. His hand rested on the small of her back as the other twirled and played with her smooth hair. Things like this often occurred in their relationship, and living together, they have seen it all and continue to work things out. Whether the problem is actually fixed, or only delayed, in the end, it all works out. As long as the duo has each other to rely on, it'll be okay.

When Soul felt slumber creep up on him, he smiled gently to himself as his thumb stroked the back of his sleeping Maka's head. Sure, she could really piss him off, cause him internal bleeding multiple times with a book to his cranium, and she didn't have the outer features that he consistently teased her about, but she was still Maka. She made Soul a better person, always believed in him, and trusted him despite all of her family issues and her natural distrust in men. That fact only made Soul stronger, and it abetted their souls when molding to the other, because somehow, they attracted each other. He tried hard to be the 'cool' guy, and Maka was quite content with who she was. He was filled with darkness, when she shed light everywhere they traveled. He couldn't care less for grades, when Maka stressed over them in an obsessive manner.

Despite all of their differences, overall they were just two kids with goals and dreams like any other. They were ordinary and that was why he adored Maka, because when in doubt, she always had her chin up and would never hesitate to lift Soul and guide him back to their home.

That was the night Soul realized that nightmares were simply unfinished dreams, and that meant creating their own ending.

So, they did.

A/N:

Hope you all enjoyed my word-vomit! Please R&R and follow if you enjoyed this, because this is an all-you-can-eat SoMa buffet! Again, message me for any requests and thank you so much for reading!

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-M