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Hi :) this is my very first fan fiction and it's taking me lots and lots of courage to post this... please review, but be nice, please. T for language and some mild sex in later chapter (I'll warn you so you can skip it if you want to). I'm not into serious lemon, but I do love a little intimacy ~ If you have any suggestions or ideas, please share, I'll credit you :D and any tips on how I could improve my writing style are greatly appreciated... This is just the first chapter, by the way...
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The young Shinigami spoke into the microphone, "There's only a week left of school left for you. So, have a good rest of the year, and a good life outside of school."
And the crowd of students cheered.
"Alright!" A meister said, a smile stretching across her face. She turned to her weapon, gesturing greatly in the direction of the podium the news had just come from. "Did you hear that?"
"How could I miss it?" The weapon responded, switching from his slouch to pushing his shoulders far back.
She turned to face the Shinigami once more, "Ah, look at Kidd, he's worried about his symmetry again," she chuckled at the sight of Kidd furiously pushing his hair back into place.
"Man, he needs to grow up." the weapon rolled his eyes. "He's getting more responsibilities with the academy and he's still crazy."
"Well, look at it this way; he doesn't spit up blood anymore, right?"
"Not as much," he corrected, going back to his slouch and taking his place next to his meister. "Last week at the movies he freaked when there were an odd number of seats in each row."
"Well, yes, but he had to deal with that through the whole movie. He didn't spit up blood until the movie was almost over."
"He still did."
"I guess so."
The weapon groaned and slid his fingers through his silver hair. "Damn, can you believe it? Seems like just yesterday we were trying to collect 99 keishin souls, and now look at us. We're one of the the best weapon-meister pairs in Shibusen."
"You're turning into a sentimental old man," she giggled again, and bent to look at Soul from below. "That's cute, Soul!"
"Shut up, Maka, I am not." He pushed her away from him, and she stumbled a bit before standing up straight again.
"But really," he said, looking at the mass of students that stood before him, as he and Maka were standing at the back, "We were just kids when we met. Now you're almost 18. This is our last week here."
"And you are 18," Maka stretched her arms. "You're right..." she turned to her partner, suddenly feeling anxious. "This is our last week at the academy!"
"Uh, yeah, I just said that," Soul said, curious about why she seemed apprehensive about something he had been looking forward to since the day he enrolled.
"Well, this is it! This is all we have left before we have to live life on our own."
"Oh, yeah," he was suddenly apprehensive too. "That's messed up! Way to ruin my good mood, Maka!"
"Hey, don't get mad, it's true!" She turned around. "What are we gonna do? Do you have plans for after graduation?"
"...Well, you know, I was... busy..."
"Oh, great..."
"Well, hang on!" Soul leaned forward to Maka, "You don't any either, do you, perfect student?"
Maka held her hands behind her back and shifted uncomfortably. "Well... not exactly..." a hard swallow. "I guess I was focusing so much on how everyone has changed, I never though of graduation plans..."
"SOUL!"
The first thing the pair saw was his blue hair. He laughed, then he put his arm around Soul. "This is it! We're almost out of this hell hole!"
"Black Star..." Soul muttered. "You haven't changed..."
Tsubaki came running after them, and she smiled when she saw that Black star was with Soul (and not bothering anyone else). "Hey Maka, Soul! How are you two?"
They waved at Tsubaki and greeted her at the same time, Maka with a "Hi Tsubaki!" and Soul with a "Hey."
"Can you believe the year is almost over?" Tsubaki said, smiling widely at them.
"Yeah, it went by so fast," Maka said.
"Yeah." Soul looked to Black Star, and a smile crept across his face. "Hey, Black Star, do you have plans for after graduation?"
"Me?" The assassin nodded. "Duh. Everyone does."
"Seriously?" The irresponsible Black Star had graduation plans and he and Maka didn't? If that wasn't a failure, he wasn't sure what was. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna stay with the academy and do the hard assignments. Someone's gotta do it, and I'm so up for it!" He laughed, smiling his huge smile. "After all, these people would die without the incredible Black Star!"
"Uh-huh..." Soul glanced at Tsubaki, who was giving Black Star her awkward smile, as usual. "You okay with that, Tsubaki?"
The weapon's attention focused from her insane meister to the person who currently had Black Star's arm around him. "Yes!" She said. "It was my idea."
"Really?" Maka sighed. "I wish I had thought of that..."
"I think they're looking for a meister to teach at the academy."
"Really? I would like to do that!" Maka smiled. "Alright!"
"Just a meister?" Soul said, trying to force Black Star off him.
"Yep." Tsubaki responded. "There's enough weapon-meister pairs, but they needed a meister who could do some teaching."
Soul nodded, slowly. "Right..."
"Soul!" Black Star kicked Soul in the head by accident as he struggled to cling to Soul more.
"...My bad," Black Star said, looking at Soul, who was sprawled on the ground at the moment.
"Dammit, Black Star!" he yelled, his hand over his bruised cheek. "I am seriously gonna freaking kill you before you can graduate!"
Soul flipped through the channels, and, as usual, there was nothing to watch. He looked up at the clock, and sighed. Maka was supposed to home in five minuets ago. The apartment felt empty without her there. Get used to it, he thought.
For some reason, he always though he and Maka were going to graduate together, so to speak. Like they were going to stay together. He didn't know why, but he always thought it would be that way. Then again, why should it be that way? They were just friends, and the only reason they were living together was because they were weapon and meister. He always just thought things would be the same, except without school and with jobs. But Maka might teach at the academy. What would he do? Would he move? The thought of just leaving everything behind sounded awful. The thought of leaving Maka behind sounded awful. She was always there. Sure, sometimes, she was annoying and drove him crazy. But he would miss some things. He would miss a lot, actually.
When he came home late, she wouldn't have dinner ready. She wouldn't lecture him about not calling or telling her. She wouldn't come into his room in the morning and announce she had made breakfast. She wouldn't laugh when he did something stupid. She wouldn't read her books quietly. She wouldn't rant about how terrible her dad was. She wouldn't be there to cheer him up. She wouldn't be there to fight with. She wouldn't be there to help him out.
She wouldn't be there.
The door slammed against the wall, and Soul jumped up from the couch. He was so deep in thought, the door actually surprised him. "Maka?"
"Hey, Soul!" The blonde had a pile of paper grocery bags in her arms. "Help!"
Soul ran over to her, balancing the huge tower so it didn't fall. "What the hell is all this?"
"We should have a party!" She said, her words muffled since she was using her face to balance the bags. "Grab a few off the top and put them on the table in the living room."
"The livingroom?"
"Yep."
Soul grabbed the top half of the tower and set them of the living room table. In total she had nine bags.
"I can't believe you carried these all the way here without dropping them all," he said, sitting down on the couch.
"It was tough, but I got it." Maka sat down next to him, and Soul felt her arms brush against his.
"What is all this?"
"I got a cake, four different kinds of soda-"
"Four?"
"Four. Some chips, some cookies,-"
"Some?" Soul dug through the bags, examining its contents in amazement. This was not like Maka at all. "You got five different bags of chips and 6 packaged cookies! And- what is this?" He took a white tub out of a bag. It looked like it had about a gallon of something in it.
"Cookie dough."
"You're kidding. Why do we need a gallon of cookie dough?"
"To eat."
"Raw?"
"Yeah. Just enjoy it, okay?"
"Where did you get the money for this?"
"I save, unlike someone I know."
He stared at her, with a mixture or amazement, disbelief, and the fear of the why she got so much sugar. To him, this seemed like a way to "let him down easy."
Maka took off her shoes and stood up, brushing off her clothes. "I'm going to get a spoon. You want one?"
"Uhh..."
"I'll just get you one." She turned toward the kitchen.
"Wait, Maka!" Soul grabbed her wrist.
She turned to him. "What?"
"...what... what is all this for?"
She sighed. "Graduation plans. I thought... I though things could get serious... Liz told me she feels better with lots of food... and I figured I should stock up on junk food since we'll probably have a tough week ahead of us."
Soul nodded. "I'll take a spoon."
Maka smiled. "Okay."
When she returned, she sat close to him and grabbed the tub of cookie dough.
"Don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Soul muttered, shoving a spoon full of cookie dough into his mouth.
"Why not?" Maka asked, repeating the gesture.
"Guys do not eat cookie dough, especially to feel better. That's a chick thing."
"Then guys are missing out. But I won't tell."
"Thanks." Soul grabbed two sodas and opened them. He handed one to Maka, and she took a few sips before eating more cookie dough.
"So, Soul," Maka said, setting her spoon down on the table, "I guess I only have one important question."
Soul froze. He took a breath. "Okay."
"So, I think I want to take the teaching job."
This was one of the most unnerving moments of his life. Maybe the most unnerving. She was going to take the job. He was going to have to figure things out on his own. He was going to loose her. It was one of his worse nightmares. To him, going away from her was close to if she were to die. Sure, her death was worse, but this still seemed horrible. But he couldn't tell her that. If she wanted to take the job, she should. That was what she wanted. He could barely move. Somehow, as if only by sheer force of will, he said softly, "Okay."
"So I was wondering," Maka said, setting down the cookie dough and turning on the couch. She was on her knees, facing him. Soul did the same, except he sat with his legs folded. He stared into her eyes, as she stared back intensely.
"Ready?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you want to stay together?"
He blinked. "Do I what?"
Maka stuttered for a moment. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay with a book worm like me after you graduated, and you always like doing things your own way, so I thought I would ask you..."
He blinked again. Once. Twice. Three times. "You're kidding."
She scowled. "If you don't want to, just say no, I didn't think you would want to anyway. Don't be a jerk. I just thought I would ask instead of kicking you out if you-"
Soul leaned forward and hugged her tightly. It was a little odd now, since Soul had grown eight inches and Maka hadn't grown in height, Maka's face was basically pushed into Soul's chest.
"Ah, ah!" Maka squirmed, pushing on his chest to keep away. "Soul, what are you doing?"
"Of course I wanna stay!"
Now, it was Maka's turn to be surprised. "You what?"
"I thought you were gonna tell me I had to move out."
"N-no." Maka's face turned red. "Jeez, first you're acting sentimental, now you're hugging me..."
Soul pushed her back when he realized he was hugging her. "Sorry."
"Yeah." Maka turned toward the junk food and tore open a bag of chips.
Soul grabbed a few chips for himself. "You know what, Maka?"
"Yeah?"
"I just realized I can't call you tiny tits anymore, since you're at least a B now."
"MAKA CHOP!"
Some things never change.