Hello and welcome to my second Soul Eater one-shot! Well, I noticed that there were a lot of stories where Soul was doing something musically, but not as many where he's riding a motorcycle. Since I have some experience with it, I decided to write a short one-shot about it. Kinda. Only about half of it is when Soul is on his motorcycle and the focus isn't really on that, but on his crush for Maka. Anyways, enjoy!
Love and Motorcycles
Soul stroked his bike lovingly before swinging himself onto the orange iron horse and kick starting it. It roared to life and Soul shot out into the dark streets of Death City. The cool night wind whipped past Soul's face and buildings flashed by quickly, leaving a blur of lights in his wake.
There was nothing better than going for a ride on his motorcycle after a day of worrying about Maka. Unlike love, riding a motorcycle was effortless. Clutch, shift up, throttle, clutch, shift down, brake. It was simple. Love wasn't. Riding a motorcycle was cool; pacing back and forth for hours over a late arrival from a flat-chested girl wasn't.
The reassuring pur of the bike under him, Soul whipped around sharp corners and raced down stretches of street.
Maka left for a solo mission while he was recovering from a minor injury. That was at the beginning of the week. It wasn't supposed to be dangerous, there wasn't supposed to be any combat, but Soul couldn't help but worry. Maka was supposed to be back earlier today, around noon.
Just thinking about it made Soul grip the throttle tighter. He wasn't sure when he started to feel this way towards Maka. Yeah, it was natural for a weapon to feel protective towards their meister, but Soul knew that it was beyond that. He didn't want to be the cool guy when he was around Maka. He wanted to be with her all the time, but not because he had to be. He even started not to care that she was flat-chested and didn't give a second glance to other women anymore.
High mountains of sand rose up in front of Soul as he neared the outer limits of Death City. Sighing, he pulled his bike into a sharp U-turn and raced back home.
"Where have you been?" Maka asked when Soul came inside. She was sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV, as if she was pouting. The sight made Soul chuckle and smirk.
"Nowhere. Why? Didja miss me?" he asked, retaining his usual cool facade. After all, Maka wasn't interested in anything other than school and hunting Kinshin eggs. "Anyway, I could ask you the same thing."
Maka gave him a dirty look as he dropped onto the couch next to her. "For your information, I wanted to come home. But Patty saw me and I couldn't get away. The next thing you know, she and Liz had me all over Death City and back! Said something about needing to prepare for the upcoming dance at school. I don't see why it couldn't wait, I was exhausted," Maka complained, throwing her hands up in the air.
Her green eyes flashed with anger and her whole face turned into a full-fledged pout. She really was cute when she was angry. "Well, now that you're home, I'm going to bed. I've been falling asleep waiting for you to get back."
"Okay. I'm going to watch some TV then," Soul said as Maka was leaving the room. "Oh, and Maka?" She paused to look back at him. "Sweet dreams."
Maka blushed a bit before ducking out of the room, leaving Soul with a triumphant smirk on his face.