MAKA POV
He stood there with in his usual soul stance; Hair pushed back by his usual black head band, and his hands in the pockets of his usual red jeans.
Everything appeared usual, normal and like nothing had changed. but the short answer was that everything had changed. We started the week as children and by the end of the week we were young adults with the responsibility of the world on our young and inexperienced shoulders. I thought that nothing could prepare me to face the kishen when the truth was nothing could prepare me for seeing soul in a new light.
You see I liked the way it felt to be inside soul's soul. He looks extra cool and slick. It was almost heart stopping to see him in his back and grey pin stripped suit with a red shirt that matched his cool red eyes. I never wanted to leave...
I was suddenly pulled out of the world of my diary by soul who was standing infront of me.
"Hurry up Maka, lets go. If you make us late I'll force that diary outta your hands and read it for myself" soul stated in a slightly agitated voice.
"oh!" I replied " Time must have got away from me"
I quickly shut my diary hoping that soul hadn't seen the thoughts that I have concealed in it. I waved the diary in his face then slipped it back in my top draw. I can see why soul is anxious to get out of here; Lord Death has asked us to speak at the big celebrations tonight he would probably think that it would be 'uncool' to be late.
I mentally giggled at the thought of the way that soul says 'uncool.' There is a certain texture to the way the words feel in my ears. No one else sounds like soul.
