Well, this is my first story for Soul Eater, so I hope you enjoy. \(^0^)/ I do not own Soul Eater or any characters, but I really wish I did...(-_-)
(OwO)
Maka's POV
"Hmm mm m. Mmmm mm m…" I hummed happily, stirring around the pancake batter with gusto. It was just breaking dawn in Death City, the apartment windows dimmed lighting growing stronger with every minute. I glanced at the cat-clock, an actual thing I can call a gift from Blair, and took notice of the time.
"Better wake Soul," I reminded myself, seeing as it was six minutes till seven (knowing Kid, he would've wished I looked at eight minutes.) This was how our little apartment system worked in the morning. I would wake up at six-thirty every even numbered days and start breakfast, wake Soul up at seven o'clock sharp (sometimes Blair would be in there before me and Soul would be covered with red by then), get ready (after I kicked him out the window or against the wall), eat breakfast together (after bickering how I woke him up from his 'cool' dreams with a kick in the face), and then be out the door by seven-twenty five (on most occasions because I also pushed him out the door, breakfast done or not). This is how it is on Albarn's even days.
Then I thought of the other mornings, the odd mornings. On the odd, was Soul's, which I learned to be the most stressful of morning shifts. I would usually wake up before Soul anyway, but I liked to lie in bed. I liked to have Soul come in and wake me up- N-not like! I mean, it was nice to sleep in and all, but it wasn't just because Soul was the one to tickle my side, or whisper me quiet nothings, or- J-just because I like the extra rest!
Anyway, when Soul came in my room and woke me up, it would always be fifteen minutes past seven. He would have just started an easy breakfast, something like toast with jelly for both of us, knowing that I would get up and become upset. I often did because of how late he woke us, but he made up for it with that shit-eating grin of his. He would tell me to take it slow, saying, "Oi. With how you clean your plate, they'll make a new vacuum brand called 'Albarn-Hundred.'" A good whack to the head with my handy-dandy book ended those conversations quickly. Otherwise, we would scarf down our foods and I would still push him out the door. This is how it is on Eater's odd days.
On both days, it was a silent (sometimes) drive to the school on his orange motorcycle, an exhausting hike up to the stairs, and finally through the open doors of DWMA.
Little did I know, today wouldn't be an Albarn or Soul day.
(OwO)
I quietly stepped up to his room, my thoughts putting me behind just by a minute. Although, it wasn't like Soul would've noticed; he's practically a rock when it comes to sleeping. Placing a smile on my lips, I pushed the small crack left in his door, the hinges silently giving me open passage into the teenage boy's room. Clothes left discarded on the floor, on top of his dresser, and on top of his desk (was that last week's homework peeking out from under it?) I shook my head and made my way to his bedside, my smile gracing my face more as I took notice that the busty cat-lady was no where to be seen.
"Soul" I said softly, sitting down at the edge of his bedside. There was no movement from the albino, only the soft snores upon his breath. I couldn't help but snicker quietly as I gently stoked my hand through his snowy locks. I was amazed at how soft and thick his hair was, regretfully reminding me of my own, which was the complete opposite; thin and stringy, not even a hint of lust. I pulled my hand back reluctantly, also reminded that petting his hair was not something partners, partners as in meister and weapon, did not often do.
"Soul" I tried again in a higher voice, gently nudging the lump under the sheets; the boney feeling of his shoulder under my palm. There was a low groan, which sent shivers up my spine, and he shifted slightly. I couldn't see his face which were hidden beneath the dark blue comforter, but I could imagine the tired smile he often woke up with (if not disturbed by Blair or one of my books to the head.) However, as I gently tugged the blanket down, I stood (or sat) corrected.
His face was paler than normal, not bearing much of his tan skin. His lips were pressed together in a grim line, clacking dryly as they moved apart to let out a couple coughs. Usually vibrant crimson stared at me dully now, almost looking dark and lustful (damn it, don't think that!) Instantly, I frowned and too notice that he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"Soul, are you okay" I asked, concern slipping into my once bubbly, morning voice. I brushed my small hand under the long, white bangs and pressed my hand against his forehead.
"Mm…" he rumbled low in his chest, closing his eyes slightly at the feeling and relaxing.
"Soul, I think you have a fever," I said after a moment, thrown into a daze at his peaceful expression.
"It's fine" he replied, his morning voice being low, but I could he the strain he placed over the hoarseness of it.
"I really think you have a fever."
"I'm just tired still… Come on bookworm." He sat up, but squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Frantically, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back down gently.
"No, you're sick. I… I don't think you should go to school today," I said quickly, looking down at him. He cracked a smirk and looked back with amused, tired eyes.
"For once, you don't want me to go to school? Am I in heaven" he questioned playfully dumb, followed by a low snicker.
"Shut up. This is only because you're sick. Once you feel better, you're going back and also going to a detention session to make up your sick day."
"Aw… I fucking hate detention." I flicked his nose, a small growl rumbling low at me.
"You don't have to add profanities to your sentences" I replied, looking down smugly as he rolled his eyes. I really didn't mind swearing, especially from Soul since it typically matched his personality. I don't swear unless I'm in one of my "pissy sissy moods" (blame Soul for the title), but Soul uses it whenever. In this moment though, I could care less for the crude Soul.
"Don't' have to physically harm your partner" was his snarky reply, lightly pushing his fingertips to my head, chuckling at me. I felt the warmth creep up my neck to my face and pushed his hand away.
"Not my fault he's an idiot…" I huffed, standing up and brushing my skirt down. He opened his mouth to probably add another sarcastic statement, but I looked into his eyes and cut him short.
"I'm not going to school today either." His jaw closed slowly, looking up me with confusion. His brows knitted together in concern and tilted his head, peering into my eyes deeply. I bit the inside of my cheek to resist the merry-go-round in my stomach.
"You're too funny." He burst into laughter, curling up on his side slightly as the baritone laugh rose up from his chest.
"What?!" I stomped my foot, my cheeks going from peach pink to cherry red.
"Oh, my Death… I didn't- didn't think you could joke this early in the morning," he said, holding back his laughs with a handsome Cheshire grin.
"I wasn't kidding" I replied, dumbfounded. He thought I was joking?! "I'm not going to leave my partner here sick in bed all day to take care of himself. Especially when he is the oh so infamous Soul Eater himself."
"Oh?" He coughed heavily, lying back onto his back and snuggling under the blankets. "So I'm infamous? What have I been bad for?"
"Y-you're bad manners and childish jokes" I said, shaking my head at the small stutter. His question threw my thoughts off like a train-wreak. I can't believe he does this to me, especially without knowing.
"Hmm… I've just been a bad boy eh?" He closed his eyes, a content smile on his lips as he relaxed slowly. Well, he must know a little something…
"Yes." I tried my best to keep a straight face and hide the embarrassment in my voice.
"I'll hold you to that Maka" he replied softly, sinking into the sheets more as sleep graced his features. I watched him a moment longer and peered at our calm wavelength, sensing he was still awake.
"Just call if you need me, 'kay? Like, if you get hungry or something." I turned around and left, feeling his soul finally fall into a slumber.
(0w0)
I spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast by myself, eating three of the seven pancakes I made. Soul typically eats four or more, shoving the sweet breakfast through those shark teeth of his. I wrapped the remaining pancakes and tossed them in the fridge, deciding to call Death Academy of our absence. After all, it would be really weird if I wasn't at school without any notice. Oh, uh, and Soul too I guess.
"Hello~? Thank you for calling Death's Weapon and Meister Academy. This is Marie-sensei speaking. How can I help you" said Marie I guessed, he voice bubbly as usual.
"Morning Marie-sensei, this is Maka Albarn" I said, smiling when I hear the cheerful laugh of hers.
"Oh, good morning! Mm, it's ten minute till schools starts, are you still at home?!" I could her a mug and pencils rattling, guessing she worriedly slammed her hand on the desk or something.
"W-well, I a- we are. Both Soul and I are still at home and won't be coming today. I just wanted to inform you that Soul's sick with a fever and I need to tend to him." There was a long pause of silence, which worried me into thinking that we could have been disconnected, but before I could say anything.
"Oh, it's no trouble at all dear! I understand. Why, just the other day Stein took care of me when I was sick. He was so endearing; feeding me soup, fluffing up my pillows, helping me into my clothes-" My mind wandered as she rambled about her now husband, Stein. As much as he is a total creeper, he really does care for Marie from what I've noticed and heard. The two married just a month after Soul became a death scythe, the baby well along the way. It's been about another month now and Marie was practically glowing once you saw her.
"-Brushed my teeth, massaged my feet, helped me into bed, helped me into the bathroom- Oh, he's such a gentleman" she swooned, the creak of her chair in the background as I could only imagine her swiveling round and round in her chair. Luckily, she must have a cordless phone.
"T-that's so sweet of him" I said, a nervous giggle tumbling out of my mouth.
"Why, thank you." I dropped the phone out of utter shock, the plastic banging against the counter top and onto the ground, bouncing up in down due to the corded phone. I cursed lowly (Example A of Maka Albarn swearing) and clumsily grabbed the cord, stumbling slightly as I yanked it back up to my hands.
"P-Professor Stein" I stuttered, resting my hand over my pounding heart from the startle.
"In the flesh. Over the phone of course" he laughed, a 'mwah' followed by small giggles.
"A-Are you two…?"
"Kissing? It's a natural thing for someone, anyone, to do in a deep relationship and strong resonance with each other."
"W-Well, that's great-"
"Of course, not as partners, no. I suggest you and Soul-"
"I-I would n-never-!"
"Maka, it was just a suggestion. No need to become so embarrassed-"
"I am not!"
"-About such things." Another sound of smooching came from the other end, followed by hush whispers between the-oh-so-lovely couple.
"W-well, I need to go now. I just called about Soul and I, so I'll just see you tomorrow."
"Hm? What about Soul and Maka-" I slammed the phone against the wall holder, effectively hanging it up before any other words could be heard. I ran a hand over my face, trying to rub away the redness now. Soul and I kissing…? I could, but couldn't, imagine it. The very thought of it makes my heart soar and my blood rush in something like adrenaline.
I can even remember the very moment I had started like Soul. Like as in meaning more than friends, more than best friends. I've liked him since we met in room 6, the miscellaneous music room with the lone piano and empty picture frames. I've really liked Soul since our first Christmas together, where he bought me a book of photos of the gang and us, even the five years of photos old and new have yet to fill it up completely. Then one day, I realized, I loved Soul; when we were walking home one day from school. Soul had left his bike home after it had trouble shifting from an off terrain mission the day before (which he wasn't too happy about when we first learned of it at the location sight). We were walking, hand in hand like we normally do. It never bothered either of us and never meant anything. No change in resonance, no change in our deep friendship. But…
Flashback
"Hey, did you hear about the two partners in the NOT class? I think… it was Renoir and Yuma…?"
"What about them" I questioned, looking up at his lazy stare, looking dead ahead.
"Hm, they're a really strong team… Or I should say were a really strong team." I tilted my head and made a quiet grunt of confusion, the topic completely random, but he continued. "They hooked up and started going out. Then, something happened, and their bond practically shattered and now..." I looked into those crimson orbs for any emotion besides the passive stare he had.
"I-I didn't. It must be too bad for them…" He nodded and ran his free hand through his hair, a habit he had whenever he was either stressed or nervous.
"Yeah…" he said with a stern nod, then continued. "Stein was talking about him during our training and said that they were a very promising team. He said that their resonance level was about ours when we were, uhm, thirteen or so." I glanced at the eighteen year old albino, tilting my head in deep thought before looking back down to the cobblestone street.
"Really? They must have been if Stein was talking about them." I blinked my eyes, my mind drifting into deep thought and without thinking, I added, "I'm glad that didn't happen to us." I felt the slight hold of our hands grow tight and suddenly, the air felt colder that autumn day. Neither of us said anything as we turned corners and walked all the way back to the apartment. We were descending the flight of stairs up to the third floor apartment when his hand slipped from mind. He climbed two steps above me before turning partway, looking down at my saddened face. Then, that shit-eating grin just tore me to pieces.
"I'm really glad then. It just makes us the coolest partners ever."
"Never. It could never happen." That's what I always reminded myself.
(OwO)
There's the first chapter! I did intend this to be a one-shot, but I just couldn't stop writing... (o) I don't know how many chapters this will be, but estimate no more than five chapters. I hope you enjoy this first installment, and sorry if Maka seems a little out of character... Soul will be more involved in the next chapter, so don't worry. (-^#^-) Please review!
~soulfullySoulful
