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(c) Her Smile belongs to me
(c) Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo

Summary:

For the Tumblr SoMa event. Day 1: Memories.

Due to their bustling schedules as the elite Spartoi representatives, the duo rarely have the time to clean their apartment complex, let alone relax once in a while. While Maka cleans Soul's bedroom she discovers a blue hair ribbon from underneath his furniture. A female's hair ribbon in a male's room, now why would there be one here in the first place?


Once a month, Maka and Soul agreed to sacrifice one weekend to commit to spring cleaning.

Maka armed herself with a yellow apron, a Swiffer sweeper, and a bandana tied to her forehead. Her eyes blazed with determination with one hand clenched to the thin rod of the sweeper, while the other hand balled into a fist. Soul stared at Maka nervously, an eye twitched from her exuberant liveliness on house cleaning days.

"Alright, Soul, here's the plan," she strategized as if they were heading straight into battle, "you tackle all the dust bunnies on the counters, or any other hard to reach places with this." She handed him a brand new, yellow duster from the same company as her sweeper, with a retractable extender for higher areas. "I'll be cleaning our room first then we'll tackle the living room together."

"What's with the battle talk, Maka?" Soul inquired, "It's just our monthly spring cleaning."

"I know!" Maka chirped, "But doesn't it excite you? I mean, we'll be able to find stuff that we haven't seen in a month! It feels like a treasure hunt!"

Soul shrugged, walking away towards the kitchen to begin his chore. This type of Maka scared him more than her pissed off behavior, however he had the courtesy to not ruin her unusually preppy mood. But as he cleaned, Soul sensed something aloof… as if he was forgetting something possibly important.

Maka bounced to her perfectly organized room with glee and excitement. Maka had always been the type to keep her room clean on a daily basis since school and extra curricular activities filled their schedule, more importantly because of their title as the elite Spartoi members. Perhaps she was similar to Kid with this disorder, she considered, but at least hers wasn't as extreme and intense as his. She could only imagine Kid rearranging and cleaning his home during a spring cleaning days. She pitied the Thompson sisters, mostly Liz, from suffering through is obsessive complexion. Patty, having a passive personality, was flexible to any change and excused Kid's disorder as any of his usual behavior. But she had always been helpful when needed.

Maka hummed a small tune to herself while the sweeper glided across the pink tiles. Maka was grateful that their flat was consisted of tiled floors, making her life easier on cleaning days. At least she wouldn't have to worry about dragging a vacuum. While deep in thought, she considered to rearrange her room, but decided that she would have mercy on Soul since he would always deal with the heavy duty.

With nothing more than cleaning the glassy pink floors and returning her stacks of books to their proper shelves, Maka left her room to clean her partner's.

Soul's room was well organized, thanks to her consistent persuasions to keep it orderly and clean. Since he listened to her, the only thing Maka ever required to do was sweep the floor. She guided the cleaning utensil with gentle care, guiding it to the edges and other difficult spots to reach with a soft thud, but often stopped to make sure that there was no damage inflicted on her brand spanking new sweeper.

Maka then guided the sweeper underneath his freshly clothed mattress followed by sliding it across the drawer desk and the mahogany table. Once she retrieved the sweeper from the desk, a dark blue string embroidered with white laces caught her attention. Something about it screamed nostalgic, but another thought prevented her from finding out where she had seen this item before.

"Hey Maka! Are you done yet?" Soul hollered form the living room.

"Yeah! I'll be there in a sec." Without a moment to lose, Maka tucked the think fabric in her front apron pocket before assisting Soul.


Maka collapsed on a bright red three seating chair with a sigh of relief, ripping off the yellow bandana that was drenched with small amounts of perspiration.

"Thank shinigami that's over…" Soul agreed as he took a seat beside his meister. "Say, do you want a soda? I just got some this morning."

"Sure," Maka nodded gratefully. "Thanks."

Soul stood up to make his way to the white fridge, glowing as the result of his scrubbing work.

"Orange?"

"Yeah…" Maka straightened her messily, scrunched apron when she recalled the string she discovered from Soul's bedroom. She ran the string through her fingers idly, watching as the sun's light refracted from the shiny, silk blue threads.

"Urgh-" Soul gurgled, eyes locked on the object that his meister fingered.

"Soul… why was this in your room?" Maka questioned emotionlessly.

"I—uh…"

"You know what this is right?" Maka's fingers instantly stopped mid-movement, her face turned towards him, dark solid emeralds transfixed into his ruby orbs in accusation.

"Maka, I can explain," Soul began.

"So you did do it!" Maka exclaimed.

"No—I mean yes. I did-"

"When Soul? When I wasn't here? Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Maka's voice gradually hitched with the last couple words.

Damn, he didn't expect her to be this pissed. "L-look! I'm sorry I took it for all these years. I couldn't give it back to you that time."

"Wait—what?!" Maka's voice automatically dropped to their original soprano pitch. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that it was your hair tie, ya know, those old ribbons you used to wear that your old man used to buy you?" Soul clarified.

Maka stared at the ribbon, her mind deep in thought. So that must explain why it seemed so familiar… "Soul, why do you have my ribbon?" Maka questioned intrigued.

Soul sighed as he sat the two drinks on the coffee table and took a seat on the red one seater chair, adjacent to his meister. "It was a long time ago, give or take several years before we became partners…"


"…Girly! Bookworm! Girly! Bookworm! Girly!" a small boy taunted at a sandy haired child with her pigtails held up by twin navy blue laced ribbons.

"S-shut up! I am not!" the young girl yelped with a high pitch voice. "I'm not girly or a bookworm!"

"But you always wear a dress and wear those stupid bows! And you always read!" the boy exclaimed, "You're a liar too! Ha ha ha!

"I said stop it!" the girl cried, "I'm warning you or else-"

"You'll call your daddy? Waaahhhh! Boo hoo!" the boy mocked. "Your daddy can't beat a god!"

"What god?" the female asked, "you're a kid like me!"

"You're too stupid to see it!" the boy taunted, "Now you're girly, a bookworm, a liar and stupid! Ha ha ha!"

Frustrated by the boy's harassment, the young girl held her thick novel and smashed it into the boy's messy, unusual blue hair.

"Ow!" he complained while rubbing the sore spot where the book's spine had impacted. "You're gonna pay for that, you brat!" The boy lunged himself at the girl, roughly tugging at one of her ribbons off her hair with great success, causing the tresses of her sandy hair to tumble messily down her shoulder. "Nah, nah, nah-nah, nah! You'll never get this back from me!"

The young girl stood up, glaring at her opponent with fierce green eyes. Her body language screamed a feral attack, ready to pounce him at any second, but instead, dusted her blue dress before turning around and walking away while muttering, "Keep it. I don't need that ribbon anyways." She didn't cry like normal girls usually did, baffling the little boy with short, interesting curiosity. Instead of dwelling too long on the thought, he moved on to the playground, destroying castles and proclaiming himself as king of the entire playground. He pulled his head back as he released an attempt of menacing laughter.

What the exuberant child didn't know was that there was a witness who watched from the distance, a child with strange, natural albino hair, blood red eyes, and razor sharp teeth. This child waited for the blue haired child to lower his guard before sprinting across the playground, the blue laced ribbon at hand.

The surprised narcissist, cried out in protest while he chased the boy for the ribbon, threatening him with painful beatings for his misconduct. Because he had acted on impulse, the albino ran blindly around the unfamiliar Death City of Nevada desert. He ran all over the place in search of the young emerald eyed child while attempting to shake off his pursuer. He ran straight into a narrow alley, waiting for his blue haired pursuer to run past him in blinding speed. It was there that he asked himself of his intention to return the ribbon to the female child. He didn't know her, but he didn't know the other boy too, so why bother carrying on this stupid chase that could cause him his life? No, there was a reason… he just couldn't remember it, but it was safe to assume that he did it for the sake of justice?

Once his pursuer's blundering cries were distant, the albino snuck out of his hiding and continued his search for the young girl. But alas, he was called back by his parents, ending his fruitless adventure.


"I… I remember that," Maka gawked at Soul, her eyes as big as saucers. "That was the day Black*Star stole my ribbon after calling me all those horrible names… I walked away thinking that it was the only way to prove to him that I wasn't any of those things." Maka paused to glance at the floor before meeting his eyes once more, her bashful nature kicking into high gear, "B-but how did you know it was me?"

Soul shrugged. "I didn't really put much effort after that," he stated bluntly.

Maka frowned, disheartened.

"But I guess it's when I saw that glint of fierce determination in your eyes when it came to tough situations. You were never the type to show fear when it was looking straight at your face. That reminded me of her…"

Maka glanced down at the ribbon in her hand and giggled softly to her amusement.

Soul glanced at her cheerful expression before looking down at the ribbon in her hand. The answer had been in front of him all along! Soul just wanted to smack himself for growing up to be such a blind, stupid idiot. His goal in the past… it was to see her smile.

Soul couldn't resist to ask her about the abrupt laughter, "What?"

"It almost seems like a fairy tale, like Cinderella and her glass slipper," Maka chuckled once more, "I guess it's fate that we're stuck together."

"Unfortunately," Soul sighed, "I'm kidding!"

Maka dropped her glare as she reached for her orange soda from the coffee table. She popped the can with the aluminum tab before settling it on her lips and drank a hearty amount.

"So what did you think that ribbon was?" Soul smirked mischievously.

Maka had to slap a hand to her mouth from spraying the liquid all over the clean living room. She forced herself to swallow the amount despite the protesting bubble of air in her throat before glaring at Soul sharply.

Her face flushed red, but ignored the burning sensation. "Nothing, Soul."

Soul stood up and approached Maka, leaning over her frazzled body with his hands planted on either side of her head. She flinched from Soul's playful touch on her sandy brown pigtail.

He drew closer until their faces were barely touching by a hair's width. Maka shivered at the warm breath that tickled her cheeks from the close proximity. He grinned, pleased by her reaction towards him. He dropped his voice to a gruff whisper to entice her bashful nature, "So, Maka-chan, will you tell me? Or…" Soul gently brushed his fingers over Maka's blushing face with feathery touches, "will I force it out of you."

Maka stared at him speechlessly. She was going to die, she just knew it. He knew how he affected her, oh yes, it was an undeniable, sweet pleasure. She wanted him badly, but if she revealed this side of her towards him, he wouldn't live it down for the rest of her life.

"So Maka-chan…" Soul repeated with a purr, "…whose head is in the gutter now?"

Maka automatically smacked his head with the nearest book set on the coffee table. With a loud, "Hmph!" to express her irritation for falling into his manipulation, Maka returned to her room with a loud slam of the door.

Soul groaned, chastising himself for knowing better than to manipulate his best friend when ever they were surrounded in an area with books accessible at arm's length. Damn, they should be labeled as some sort of artillery one day.

But in the end, it was worth the pain. Who knows? Maybe he'll make it up to her later that evening.


For the Soul Eater SoMa week event on TUMBLR! (4/7-4/13) I'm totally unsure if I'll be able to catch up with it, but I will freakin' try! :D

They're my OTP and they should be worth it!

I hope you enjoy the story though! ;D