Hey there guys! This is my first songfic! I really hope you guys like it! Please R&R! I would really appreciate it!

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I do not own Soul Eater. If I did, Soul and Maka would've had 5 kids already...also I don't own the song Words by Skylar Grey. Isn't the song pretty?!


*For best results, listen to the song while reading the story. It really puts you in the mood! But make sure you're listening to it while reading the part when she's singing!*

WORDS

Maka's POV

I sat on the piano bench, alone in the school's music room. I stared at the black and white keys, remembering when I first met Soul sitting at this piano. His calloused fingertips gliding over the smooth ivory keys, drawing a kind of tune that pulled my soul closer to him. I chuckled lightly as I thought, anything that had to do with him always did that.

A tear escaped the corner of my right eye, and fell onto the G key. My chest constricted a bit, tightening every second I thought of him. The difficulty of breathing increased, and I ran my slim fingers across the ivory. More tears slid down my pale face, landing on my hands and the keys.

I never expected him to actually leave. I didn't think he would ever do that. It's been a year and a half...? I don't remember. I stopped counting about 6 months after he left. 2 weeks after those 6 months, I stopped going to school, cuz I missed his presence next to me. My grades were falling, Ox became top of the class, Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kidd, Liz and Patti kept telling me that he wouldn't just up and leave me without a reason.

Hah. But there WAS a reason.

The day before he left, we had a huge fight. A sob escaped me from thinking about it. It started when we got home after a mission in Madagascar. We had been fighting a Kishin that was very strong and powerful (not to mention fast), and there was a moment when the Kishin was no where in our sights. Us, being tired and sore as we were, took advantage of that and used it as a little down time. We were talking about how bizarre and difficult it was to fight in the middle of a jungle when I saw something move behind Soul and I shoved him aside, earning my self a claw across my stomach, leaving very deep gashes. Soul had screamed out my name, but I couldn't reply, strength quickly draining onto my clothes. He had started to cry while trying to block more of its attacks after notifying the others on his watch/tracker. As soon as the others arrived he had rushed over to me, picked me up bridal style, and ran through the jungle to the camp site where Stein had set up a small clinic. As soon as we arrived I was rushed inside, Soul refusing to leave my side. He had held onto my hand, not wanting to lose contact—well, you know.

Anyway, when we got home, he started raging around the apartment, shouting about how stupid I was for taking the blow. I had screamed back saying that I wasn't gonna just let it spear him, earning a myself a roar from Soul, saying that that wasn't the point, that I should leave the protecting to him. I had started crying, but yelled that I was tired of him always getting hurt for me and that I would ALWAYS be prepared to risk my life to save him. At that point, he was silent and stayed that way. He went to his room and slammed the door, leaving me alone in the living room, gripping my stomach in pain from all the yelling.

I went to wake him up the next day and he was gone.

Around the time I had stopped going to school, I had FINALLY begun to understand his affinity for music. I came to the music room constantly, teaching myself the ways of the piano, and when I learned it, I came everyday after school (to avoid the gossip and stares from other students) to play a tune that was in my head that day.

Just like today.

I placed my hands on the keys, took a deep breath, and began to play.


Soul's POV

Where the hell is she? She's not at the apartment, she's not at the library, she's not ANYWHERE! I leave for a year and a half, and what, am I gonna find her dead in an alley?

...god I hoped not.

At first, I didn't plan on being away for so long. I had run into Wes, my older brother, who had just finished a concert that was about 10 miles from Death City. He had told me that mom was in the hospital for surgery. She had been diagnosed with breast cancer. So I got him to take me up to New York so I could go see her. You see, unlike my father, mom was the one who loved and cared for me. She never treated me different, and she always supported me and Wes when we had a concert. She always attended mine when she could, and would always find me with a smile on her face. She was proud of me.

So I went to visit her after her operation. I was saddened when I found out that the surgery had failed, and she had at least 5-6 more years to live. But she always managed to keep the conversation on happy topics, keeping the mood light and soothing. I told her about my life in Death City, and about my friends. I told her about Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kidd, Liz and Patti, and she laughed at how I described their personalities.

However, when I started telling her about Maka, she kept her eyes on me the whole time, never leaving my eyes. She would ask questions, like how I met her, what she looked like, was she smart...

But when she asked if I thought she was pretty, I didn't answer. She, of course, smirked at me in amusement. "Do you love her, Soul?"

I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head. "Ha! Love her? Are you crazy?"

"It would explain how you're crazy," she retorted.

I frowned. "So you ARE crazy..."

"Are you afraid of loving her?"

"What? No! I'm not af—"

"Are you ashamed of it?"

I gave her a hard stare. "No, mom, I'm NOT ashamed of it—"

"Then go to her. You need to tell her before you lose her to someone else."

I sighed in defeat. "But what if she—"

"—doesn't like you back?" She smirked again. "From what you've told me about her, I think she does. You say she's always around you, wanting to know more about you, and wanting to protect you. So I think she likes you, too."

So here I am, worrying my ass off cuz I CAN'T FIND HER.


I had just come from the Death Room to ask Lord Death if he knew of her whereabouts, and all I got from him was, "Heya Soul! Long time, no see! Where ya' been? Don't know what to tell ya, Soul, but I don't know where she is, she hasn't come to school for a year since you left—" I had gasped when he said this. She hasn't been going to school? That's not like her...

"Seriously? At all?"

"Yup, that's right!"

I scoffed when I left the room. I knew that he knew where she was, so why didn't he tell me? Was it because I was so close to finding her, and he wanted me to find her myself? Cuz if that were the case, then that would mean—

She's here in the school!

It was now 11:54 at night(I've been back since 8 this morning) as I walked fast down the halls of the school again, and I paused by the music room. A slow and sad tune emanated from behind the black wooden door. It sounded like...

...Piano? Who the hell is playing at this hour?

I quietly opened the door and entered the room, closing the door behind me without making a sound. After taking five quiet steps I froze. A girl with ash-blonde hair pulled up into pigtails sat at the piano, wearing what looked like the dress she wore in the Black Blood Room. Maka! Wait...

When the hell did she start playing piano?

{Maka playing and singing}

Always in a rush

Never stay on the phone long enough

Why am I so self-important?

Said I'd see you soon

But that was, oh, maybe a year ago

Didn't know time was of the essence

So many questions

But I'm talking to myself

I know that you can't hear me any more

Not anymore

So much to tell you

And most of all goodbye

But I know that you can't hear me any more

It's so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

And as I drown in my regrets

I can't take back the words I never said

I never said

I can't take back the words I never said

Always talking shit

Took your advice and did the opposite

Just being young and stupid

I haven't been all that you could've hoped for

But if you'd held on a little longer

You'd have had more reasons to be proud

So many questions

But I'm talking to myself

I know that you can't hear me any more

Not anymore

So much to tell you

And most of all goodbye

But I know that you can't hear me any more

It's so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

And as I drown in my regrets

I can't take back the words

The longer I stand here

The louder the silence

I know that you're gone but sometimes I swear that I hear

Your voice when the wind blows

So I talk to the shadows

Hoping you might be listening 'cos I want you to know

It's so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

And as I drown in my regrets

I can't take back the words I never said

I never said

I can't take back the words I never said

Never said

I can't take back the words I never said

After she was finished, I realized that not only was SHE crying, but I was, too. She held her head in her hands, and I could just barely hear her saying, "I never got to say how I feel..."

Suddenly, my feet were moving, their pace increasing. The fast walking turned into a slow jog, and when she was at least 8 feet away from me, her head quickly rose and turned in my direction, her pigtails swishing from side to side. Her eyes widened and she struggled for words. "S-soul...?"

When I reached her, I practically engulfed her with my body. I held her tightly, not wanting to let go, and I reluctantly let my tears fall. I dug my face into her neck, drowning myself in her scent.

God, I'm being so uncool right now...

Her breathing quickened and she started trembling. No, shaking...? I don't know but she wasn't sitting still, that's for sure.

I planted soft kisses on her neck, and she stiffened. I started traveling up along her jawline, and paused at the corner of her mouth. I looked into her olive colored eyes and saw disbelief, then longing and hope. But the one emotion that overruled the others was...love? Is that what it was?

Has she loved me all this time? Is that why her soul was always glowing and burning whenever I was around? Is that why she constantly tried to understand my feelings and researched music all the time? Is that why she had lost control of herself during the battle with the Kishin Asura and woke the weapon blood within her?

Was that why she took the blow for me?

...so, she loves me back?

Maka's POV

As I gazed into those familiar blood-red eyes, I saw them glaze over a bit in realization. His breathing also began to quicken, and then suddenly his mouth was on mine. I sat there, shocked from his sudden actions, but eased into the kiss, slowly bringing my arms up to wrap around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, and I gasped, accidentally giving him entry, but was immediately rewarded with a moan from him. Soon, my tongue was dancing with his, and my fingers were knotting in his hair.

We broke apart, gasping for air, our foreheads touching.

"Maka, I'm so sorry—"

"I know, Soul."

"I never meant to be gone this long—"

"Well, you're back now, aren't you?"

"Maka?"

I looked him in the eyes when I heard the crack in his voice. "Yes?"

"I love you."

My breath caught in my throat, but it came out smoother than it had ever before. I gave him a small smile. "I know."

This time, I was the one to steal his lips. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged, earning myself another moan from Soul. We deepened the kiss, taking breaths when we needed to, never letting the other go.

When we broke away again, we gazed at each other, already knowing what awaited us at home. With this newfound realization of our feelings, we knew it was unavoidable. He continued to gaze at me, as if asking for confirmation. I nodded slowly, and Soul raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Really?"

I puffed my cheeks, looking away as a deep blush found its way to my face. "Don't push it, Soul."

"Alright, alright!" He chuckled lightly, then hugged me again, this time more gently.


As soon as we closed the door behind us, we became a big jumble of limbs. He pinned me against the wall, and planted kisses on my neck while trying to find a way to get rid of my dress. I giggled when he pulled away, growling. I took his hand and placed it on my lower back, leaving him to find the zipper on his own. He grunted, annoyed that it took so long to find it. As he unzipped my dress, I began unbuttoning his jacket, then slid my hands under his orange t-shirt, running my hands over his hard, flat stomach, and heard Soul growling in pleasure. I smirked when I felt him vibrate inside when he growled.

When he managed to get the dress unzipped, I tugged on his shirt. "Off. Now."

He chuckled, smirking. "Yes ma'am." He pulled it over his head, and I stared at his stomach, watching his muscles move as he worked on getting out of the shirt. My hands began to run over the smooth skin. Then I stiffened when I felt the scar. He sensed it too. "M-Maka?" I placed a finger over his lips, using my other hand to run my fingers across the length of the rough skin, stopping just under his waistband.

Being as greedy as he was, he picked me up before I could go any further. I squealed as he lifted me.

"Whose room? Mine or yours?"

I smiled at him mischievously. "Whichever one is closer."

He smirked and we went into my room.


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