Um...Welcome to Boom-Bam... A one-shot series with Soul Eater. One word prompts. Feel free to suggest prompts if you want to... If you want to sugest one please read the bottom Author note...um..yeah. I have not much else to say. I hope you enjoy~ This is kind of a SoMa, but only if you look closely, maybe... I don't know.
Plate
Soul stares at the plate blankly, not caring as the world around him moves in an absolute blur. His food is arranged in a way that was meant to be appetizing, but it simply makes his stomach churn. Sighing, he moves a noodle absentmindedly with his fork. He should be home right now, Maka probably needs him… His grip tightens on his fork at the thought of her.
Screw Maka.
He turns back to his plate with a new determined mind set. He came here to forget her. Forget that she's crying at his apartment, forget that she needs him, forgot he's her weapon…
Just for now, just for a moment.
He just needed to be cool right now.
The ice in his water begins to melt, leaving wet drops on the outside of the glass…Kind of like tears, falling down a cheek, green eyes wet and pleading and-
"Damn it," he mutters, running a hand through his white locks. He looks to his left, the restaurant continuing its normal business, a waiter approaching him.
"Is everything to your liking, sir?" he asks, eyeing Soul's untouched plate. Soul nods, glancing again at his plate.
"Give me my check," he commands. The waiter nods, leaving without another word. Turning to his right, he watches the world outside his window. A child skips, a green balloon held tightly in her grip…the same color of her eyes. A man runs after the child, a woman at his side. She grips onto his hand as they run, smiling and laughing. Having caught up with the child, she kisses the man's cheek as he smiles back at her. Love in his bright blue eyes.
Soul scowls, turning away from the window and back to his plate. He notices the bill out of the corner of his eyes. He places a twenty on the table along with a cheep tip.
Standing, he glances once more at his plate. Eyeing the noodles as if they could give him the advice he is desperately seeking.
Abruptly, he turns and finally leaves the restaurant. Soul walks slowly, his hands in his jacket pockets as he coolly walks towards his apartment.
Maka's going to be so pissed.
I don't own Soul Eater.
If you would like to suggest! Please suggest a single word. Feel free to add a couple or character that you would like the word to be used with, but yeah... I hope you like this new collection!
