Hello, readers! My name is QUEEN OF WOLVES AND DRAGONS, and this is my first fan fiction. I'm so excited to see how this goes, because I've been reading fan fiction since like forever, and I've never written one. I love SoMa and I wish that we could've seen them together canonically, but it is what it is. I very unfortunately do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters. Now on to the story!
Chapter 1
Maka's POV
She flipped to the next page, the words beckoning her to read more. Her eyes scanned the ink left to right, top to bottom with passion.
"Oh Derek!"
Elizabeth flung her lithe arms around his neck, pressing sweet, love-filled kisses against his cheeks.
"I knew you'd come back! I've been waiting, Derek! Just like you asked!"
The young man knelt down on one knee before her, years of pent up love ready to burst from his shockingly blue eyes. He brought forth a red velvety case, opening it with great care to display a dazzling diamond ring that sparkled in the full moon above them. Elizabeth dramatically covered her mouth in awe, tears of joy leaking from her eyes-
"Living up to your name, Bookworm?" A voice interrupted.
Wait, where does it say that in the book?
"It doesn't."
She looked up to find her partner staring down at her. Crap, she'd said that out loud. He peered down at her with lazy crimson eyes and a shock of snowy hair, slouching as he usually did, which he insisted made him look "cool", to which she'd protested against. He was dressed in a simple black and white suit like she'd seen him wear almost a million times. Right. The party. She'd forgotten she was at one. If the short burgundy dress she was wearing paired with the open-toed white kitten heels wasn't enough of an indication, then everything around her was. She gazed at the people in their fancy attire, the line gathered around the food table like it usually was, the orchestra playing cheesy music on the stage as everyone danced and mingled the night away. Soul's music was always better. Too bad he wouldn't play in public.
"Watch'a reading? Erotica?" He asked a tad too casually.
She blushed cherry red, and slammed the book shut angrily, preparing to swing it at his stupid shark-toothed grin.
"MAKA-"
"Ugh, here we go-"
"CHOP!"
He fell to the ground with a satisfying thump, rubbing his head in pain.
"Goddamn, I think your swings are getting harder."
She humphed, plopping back down on the couch she'd been sitting on.
"At least the character is an actual gentlemen."
Soul sat down next to her, hands flung lazily over the back of the couch as he quirked an eyebrow at her statement.
He chose to ignore her, and continued to ask, "Why you reading a book over here in the corner all alone. This party is for you, isn't it?"
A celebration for defeating Asura, and Soul graduating to the rank of Death Scythe.
"It's for you too."
"Not my point. Come on, let's go have fun and talk with the others. It's not everyday you defeat the bad guy, and I become a death Scythe."
"Am I hearing this right? Is this actually Soul Eater Evans I'm talking to right now? The guy who hates to socialize? Weren't you the one all solitary and 'lone wolf' at that one party?"
He scowled, and rolled his eyes.
"This is a special occasion."
She snorted.
"I just felt tired of all the 'congratulations', and just wanted to get away for a moment. That's all."
She offered a smile, and set the book down on the cushion. He stood, and offered her a hand.
"Maybe I'll let you have that dance this time."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she laid her hand against his outstretched palm.
"Really? You must be pretty damn happy to actually dance in public."
He smiled broadly, showing off rows of his pointy teeth. He proceeded to lift her up by the hand, when she caught a blur of movement behind Soul's back with her keen sight. A waiter was sent tumbling forward after tripping over someone's shoe-point, his tray and the champagne filled glasses flying out of his hand, and crashing to the floor. He barreled into Soul, slamming him forward. She froze, as something brushed against her lips. A pair of wide crimson eyes stared into her own wide eyes, both in shock. His lips were on hers. Her lips were on his. They were kissing. The waiter apologized profusely to the guests nearby as he attended to the mess, the meister and weapon pair completely unaware of him, or anyone else around them. Soul pulled away sharply. She now sat on the couch staring up at him with gaping eyes, as he stood, looking down at her with an equal expression.
"BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD, AS HE STANDS BEFORE YOU MORTALS!" Black Star suddenly bellowed, as he came over to bother them.
Soul and Maka didn't answer, still staring at one another in the same position.
"Maka? Are you alright?" Tsubaki asked next to the blue-haired, so-called "god".
"Uh, yeah," Maka answered, finally pulling her eyes away from Soul's to look at Tsubaki's worried face. "Just got pushed over by a waiter. It's all good."
"Dude, you hypnotized or something?" Black Star asked waving a hand in front of Soul's face, who still stood in the same place.
Soul turned and took a quick breath, reinstating his "cool" demeanor and attitude, before answering, "What you want?"
"Dang, you guys are suddenly all googly eyes or something. You should all be more like your amazing god, who now has a beautiful goddess!" Black Star declared, pulling a blushing Tsubaki in by the waist.
Soul glanced off at some random guests, as Maka pursed her lips and made sure to look anywhere but at Soul.
"Oh by the way Soul, Kid was asking for you. I think you have to make a speech." Tsubaki informed him.
Soul groaned in response, and began to make his way towards the curtains behind the stage, which were perfectly symmetrical of course. He may have possibly glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but Maka wasn't sure if he did. Tsubaki giggled, and turned to Maka.
"You too, Maka."
Maka sighed, and nodded. Tsubaki began to drag Black Star away much to Maka's confusion.
"Where are you guys going?" Maka questioned.
"Kid asked for me to keep him as far away as possible, you know, after what happened last time."
A memory of Black Star hanging from the curtains of the stage, as he screamed to the crowd about how great of a god he was while arguing with Kid came to the front of her mind.
"You might want to knock him out." Maka suggested, as she turned to make her way to the stage.
After concluding their speeches, Soul and Maka exchanged "goodnights" and "goodbyes" with their friends and others, before retreating to their apartment. She had her arms wrapped around his torso as usual, now deep in her thoughts. They made it home, not saying a word to the other as they entered the apartment. They hadn't since that happened earlier. She couldn't think of anything else to call it, but well… that. He flicked the light on, and she kicked her shoes off, setting them next to the door with the rest. She should say something. The silence was killing her. They hadn't even glanced at each other once that evening since then, and she'd had enough. She turned, mouth opening to spill out paragraph's, but only caught a spike of chalk white hair, before he shut his bedroom door. Quite loudly might she add. She sighed in aggravation, before moving to her own bedroom, closing the door behind her. She changed into pajamas, not bothering to shower, as it was late. As she lay on her bed, the memory of his lips against hers came to the forefront of her mind. A blush rose to her cheeks, as she remembered the jolt of pleasure his had sparked up her spine at the mere touch of them. This was not supposed to happen. She shouldn't be reminiscing about Soul's lips. Soul of all people. She felt like they'd committed a taboo. The golden rule of not only weapons and meisters, but also best friends. Tsubaki and Black Star were together though… No, no Soul and her weren't anything like them. The whole thing had went too fast. Too fast for her mind to process. One moment he was giving her that famous shit-eating grin of his, and the next her was on top of her with his lips pressed against hers. It was nothing. They would go back to the way things were before. She'd get up in the morning and make breakfast, and he'd come out with his messy hair, attacking the bacon, beginning their day of usual banter and casual insults. Yes, exactly like that. It would blow over, and everything would be the same. She then suddenly realized it was her first kiss. She laughed aloud at the thought that this is how it had happened. Yes, something to laugh about. That's what this was. They would joke about this later. It wasn't like her and Soul were going to go swooning after each other after a stupid little kiss anyway. She just hoped it wouldn't be awkward…
My life isn't a book, she thought in conclusion.
She sat up quickly after that thought. Dammit, she'd forgotten her book on that couch. And it was a real page turner too…
Hmmm, I'm wondering if I'm portraying Soul and Maka right. It makes me nervous thinking that I may not be portraying them in the best way possible that's true to their characters. Oh well. Please review if you like, and tell me if I got them right!
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