Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. (I wish I did)
A/N: I'm sorry if they're a little OOC ^_^" This is my first S.E. Fanfic.
Chapter 1
Confessions.
The laughing sun shone through the window and left streams of light on Maka's face. The dust particles danced in the light. Feeling the sun's warmth on her face, Maka awoke, opening her eyes to slits looking away from her window. Holding up her arm to block the sun, she sat up, her dirty blond hair falling around her face. She stretched, extending one arm above her head and the other to have one hand cover her mouth as she yawned. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Making her way over to the mirror, she examined herself. Skinny. Skin-and-bones skinny. "Am I...too skinny?" She whispered to herself, turning to the side to see her stomach behind her lose, shirt light pink tank top.
Ignoring her reflection, she shook her head to clear the thought. She stumbled to her closet and began rummaging through the clothes. There was lots of things in there that she never wore. She was too scared that they would look weird or no one would like them or that Soul would call her flat-chested even more while she was wearing them.
Deciding that she'd take a chance and try on the clothes, she pulled out a hot pink mini-skirt. To go with it, a gray shirt with a vinyl black tie on it, black suspenders, and a gray fedora with a hot pink ribbon and bow on it. Her shoe choice for today was knee-high pink converse.
She held the items up to her anatomy in the mirror. She shrugged when she couldn't decide if they looked good or not and choose to wear them anyway. She set them on her bed and walked out of her room. She got into the cabinet and grabbed a white clean towel, then made her way to bathroom to shower.
After a few minutes she emerged and returned to her room, towel wrap around her. She got dressed quickly, then went to wake Soul.
She went to his door and knocked. "Soul, wake up!" She said, opening the door.
And of course, Blair was on him, as usual. Which made Maka a very mad little girl.
Maka grabbed Blair off of Soul and toss her effortlessly out the nearest window, like she did every morning. It had become a daily routine. Maka then shook Soul lightly. "Hey, wake up~" Maka sang slightly cheerfully. When Soul didn't move she glared at his motionless, except for breathing, body. She raised a foot, placed it in the middle of his back and pushed him off the bed, making him hit the ground with a loud thud.
Maka giggled when he tried to lift up but was tangled in the blanket. "You up yet burrito?" She laughed. Soul looked up at her and growled slightly then calmed down and laughed with her. "You know I can't get up easy in the morning." He replied. She helped him get untangled. "Hurry up and shower while I make breakfast." She commanded him. "Blair is to remain outside, hear me?" She said, getting in his face.
"Yes Ma'am." he replied, saluting sarcastically.
When Soul walked out, Maka followed behind him until their paths divided at the bathroom door. She continued down the hallway and into the kitchen. She reached into the cabinets, grabbing the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes.
After a while the delicious smell of fresh pancakes with melted chocolate filled the apartment. Soul entered the kitchen in only his towel. "Smells great~" He said, walking up behind her
"S-soul?" She said, turning around to see him. Her face light up to a bright red in a few seconds flat. Soul stared at her. "What?" He asked.
Maka could feel a slight nosebleed coming on. "I-I, uh... gotta go fix my hair!" She said, shoving past him to get to her room. After she was in she slammed the door behind her in embarrassment. She leaned back against the door and sighed heavily in relief. "Oh my god..." She said, sliding down the door. She remembered from that brief second how the contours of his body perfectly accented his abs, but the scar still remained, corrupting the balance.
Maka's eyes water at the remembrance of the scar. The one that Soul had gotten protecting her from Chrona. The one that when she saw, she vowed she'd get stronger. The one that brought her grief that she couldn't help him.
The scar that she dreaded to see.
Lifting up from the floor, she stood, stretching. She walked back out, Soul's door closing. She had heard him making his way to his room to dress. She went back into the kitchen, setting out the plates for breakfast. She placed a few pancakes, about three, on Soul's plate. She knew he loved chocolate pancakes. She set one on her plate, the smallest one she had made especially for herself. She got two glasses from the dish washer and set them on the table, getting the milk from the fridge. She filled the glasses. She set syrup, honey, butter, and peanut butter on the table, in case Soul wanted any.
Maka decided that today, she was going to tell Soul she loved him.
When Soul came back out, Maka was already at the table. She had poured a little syrup on her pancake and munched away at it quietly and slowly. Soul sat down across from her. He smothered his pancakes in the syrup and added a little butter. He took a huge bite. "Your really quiet today Maka." He said, his mouth full from the pancake. Maka nodded. "Yeah... I know..." Maka murmured.
"There's something I wanna tell you Soul... I... I-"
"I love you." Soul replied before she could finish her sentence.