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"Eat up, Soul."

"No."

"Come on Soul, don't be a baby. Eat it."

"Shit, Maka I already said I won't eat it, so I won't eat it," he replies swiftly and then glares at her back. She is still turned to the stove, so it's safe to flip her, something he wouldn't have the courage for, if she was facing him. But he is angry at the moment and this is getting ridiculous.

"Soul you have to eat if you want to get back on your feet quickly," she replies, "So eat it and I will let you go."

"I know that I have to eat if I want to get better," he growls at her back, "But I also know that if I eat one more spoon I'm gonna hurl." Yes, and that's a promise. Why couldn't she get that into her pretty little head? She isn't the one who is sick, she doesn't know how his stomach feels, or what it would do if he stuffed it too much. She is not a doctor, and certainly will never be one.

"As far as I am concerned you don't have a stomach flu." She then turns to face him, abandoning the vegetables she was choping on board in favor to glare in his face. Eyeing him and his posture she probably decides that it's not worth her nerves, and sighs, feeling like if she was dealing with a kid half his age. He knows he is probably acting like one, like a spoiled brat, with his sullen face and arms crossed. He doesn't care. He will stand up and hold his own , damn it. She won't throw him around as she pleases, no, not anymore.

"Eat it." She is using her meister voice, her stock of patience probably running thin. He knows that this can escalate very quickly to very dangerous waters, possibly life threatening, because she has now a big supply of knives right at her hand just ready to be used.

But he will try to fight like a man while he still has the courage to do so (which admittedly doesn't have to last for long) .

"No." Watch and learn. This was the response worth of man in his never ending fight against true beast, 5'3 tall, with scary eyes and currently handling great quantities of amo.

The Beast sighs again. He briefly wonders when the rational part of her brain will shut off, only to let her violent tendencies show, and if she will breath fire. He is looking at her and she at him, both of them waiting for something.

"I have an agreement," she then offers, her eyes softening a tad. Her smile is warm and he knows she is doing it only to reasure him, which has a totally opposite effect. He squint his eyes a little trying to decipher the secret trick behind her words and expects her to lay out some trap. But he is willing to listen to her , if it lets him rest for a while from that soup. "Okay, listenin'. "

She smiles radiantly at him and then proceeds to drop the bomb. "Eat ten more spoons and I will let you off the hook."

Huh. That's not that bad. Hmmmh. And totally not Maka like. He kicks his brain to work properly and find the trap that is for sure hiding somewhere. He totally awaited something along the lines of 'Eat it or I will bash your skull inside' or 'If you don't eat it in next five seconds I will personaly feed you whole pot' and also an evil laughter in the end. But hey as they say don't look gift horse in the mouth.

So he nodds slowly and her smile gets even bigger. Only know he starts to suspects that 'The agreement ' was her plan from the moment he said he won't eat. What if he didn' t have to eat at all? Stupid meisters and their stupid ways of tricking him into things he doesn't want to do. His hand comes to life and he grabs the spoon.

Maka's smile now takes up half her face.

He can see the mischief in her eyes as she turns back to the stove to resume her dinner preparing. Yeah, her plan was great indeed, he has to acknowledge that. He should have just standed up and walked to his man cave when there was still time. Now he realizes that he, the nothing-suspecting prey has fallen a victim to her Evil Plan, realizing his mistake a moment too late. And now he has to eat. Fuck his life.

But lamenting won't help him now. He rapidly lifts the first spoon to his mouth and then secon and third with only few seconds inteval between each, determined to have the experience off his back as quickly as possible. He comes to The Tenth Spoon in no time gupling it down with triumphant feeling and punch in the sky.

His stomach reminds him painfully that he shouldn't be doing things that make his guts move around too much.

"You are still not eating, Soul." What the…He ate his share of agreement! She has no right to scold him this time. Only now it occurs to him that she was turned the other way whole time and therefore couldn't see his great victory. He wants to facepalm himself into oblivion.

"But Maka I…"

"No buts Soul. We agreed that you will eat." Okay, her tone is getting dangerous and whole situation is getting out of his hands and is accelerating rapidly to a not really pleasant outcome for his cranium. He has to believe she wouldn't hit a sick person. He wants to believe it so much.

"But Maka I've already eaten what we said I would eat," he tries to defend himself with small voice. He should have made her see that he really ate, but it's too late now. Well he has to make her believe somehow.

He does a little prep talk in his mind. 'Okay Soul, time to man up. You are a cool guy and if you won't win this argument because you are right for once, you can just give a goodbye to the Heaven-of-All-the-Cool. You will apparently go there in short time seeing as Maka's eyelid does that telltale twitching motion. Don't let the dread show in your eyes, she will sense it…'

She sighs, and he pretends that the squeak that comes out of his mouth didn't ever happen.

Yeah, say your goodbye to Cool-Heaven.

She sighs again, but the sound is more like steam from boiling kettle. He finds her eyes and they are flashing dangerously, so he takes the spoon, scoops up a little and puts it into his mouth.

"That was only half of spoon." Yeah, trust his meister to notice something like that. He rolls his eyes but scoops up another half spoon to make up for the other half he ate before. What he wouldn't do because of his meister.

"One." And now she is counting it for him like one would for a little punk that tried to trick them. It's not funny but Maka is grining wolfishly. She got him to do as she said, after all.

"Two."

"Three." He makes a show of holding his nose and grimacing when gulping down.

"Four." He ignores the churning in his stomach and brings the fifth spoon to his lips.

"Five."

"Six." The countig is getting lame and so he tells her. But it's probably hard to take him seriously with the nasal way he has said it, due to his still held nose.

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Nine." Spoons Seven throught Nine leave bitter taste in the back of his mouth. He thinks it may be his gag reflex saying it's Hello.

"Aaaand ten. There, there, that wasn't that hard, was it?" She pats him on the head like he is some freakish overgrown puppy, then goes back to her vegetable and meat murdering (he ignores that the meat is most likely and most preferably already dead). He wants to tell her off, but he fears that if he opens his mouth, he will have to apologize for vomiting all over her.

"Go lay down Soul, I will bring you tea in few minutes." So he stands up, steadies his wobbly knees by leaning on the chair. He can do this. One step at time. His grandpa slippers make weird shuffling noise on the kitchen tiles. He sticks his tongue out at Maka's back as he walks by her to his room. Well more like shuffles around her.

He follows the same pattern with every stride he takes. Take a step. Stop. Rest for a sec. Breathe in. Take another step. He continues like this safely to the kitchen doorstep and then to the small hall. He thinks he may be safe for now.

And then the first wave of nausea hits him.

He has to lean heavily on the wall. 'Come on Soul, just few more steps, you can already see your door, don't give up man, don't give up….'

It's a good thing he is currently passing the bathroom door and another good thing that the said door are open, because his force-fed dinner would have ended on the floor of their hall. Even if the thought of Maka cleaning it later with disgusted face is a little entertaining. After all she was the one who started it all. But it's kind of hard to do the victory dance at the thought of almost-revenge when one is currently clutching on to the toilet bowl puking his guts out. He doesn't know how he managed to run to the toilet considering all his previous shuffling. Miracles do happen sometimes.

He hears Maka's mad scramble for him and she is by his side in an instant , holding back his hair, a stream of constant apologies coming from her mouth.

When the stomach cramps finally decrease he leans heavily on the side of their white cupboard. Maka asks him if he wants water to which he nodds. The coldness of lacquered wood on his back and neck is like heaven and he feels his stomach slowly settling down. She handles him water and he takes some in his mouth, rolling it a few times around before spitting it in the toilet.

She is sitting quietly near him head bowed down.

"I am sorry Soul, I didn't know this would happen. I'm truly sorry," she murmurs constantly. He coughs a little to clear his throat,. It's hard to stay mad at her, when guilt is rolling of her wavelenght in waves, so he rasps out an 'It's okay.' And the he tells her that she should probably never be a doctor for the sake of world.

"Okay," comes her soft reply. Her eyes are even softer as she glances up at him. Her smile is the softest of the soft, and is screaming that there maybe can be something more than friends between them and he can't help his own smile from growing, and he gets that weird ticklish sensation in his stomach and…

With a groan he launches himself at the toilet again, for the next few rounds of the Soul-Hurling-His-Stomach-Out. His meister cool hands are back on his forehead and wow the way she pets his back feels really nice…

The butterfies are back with vengeance, making him heave again.

And as he rests, draped over toilet he can't help but to curse his love sick self for creating them.

Really, stupid butterflies.

A.N. : So yeah... My first fanfic. Hope I did good enough. Actually this is inspired by my Mama who always makes me eat even if I tell her I don't want to. Lst time she made me eat only 'Five more' spoons. Two times. As you already know reply and review, if you find any mistakes.

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