Hi everyone! I recently discovered Soul Eater and loved it, so this is my little tribute to Soul and Maka. I still have no idea where this jumped into my head from. I blame sleep deprevation.

Do not own anything, I am merely borrowing these characters for my own amusement

Please read and review!

ErinDolphin91

Maka made the best hot chocolate. It wasn't well known fact - no scratch that; it was completely unknown to everyone except Soul, and as far as he was concerned that was how it was going to stay. It wasn't an untested fact either, being who they were (first Technician and Weapon Pair, then Death Scythe and Technician Pair) as traveling was an almost constant part of their lives. Soul made a point of trying a hot chocolate pretty much everywhere they went, and he was always had a smug sense of satisfaction when it wasn't even comparable to his Maka's.

Although he did occasionally admit to himself that he might just be a tiny bit biased.

It was always the same routine. It was always dark, they were both usually filthly, one was occasionally adorned with mild scrapes but had talked the other out of visiting the infirmary and without exception their extra-curricular activity would have been a total and utter write-off. Generally it was an 'Intelligence Got it Wrong Again and There Were HOW Many Potential Kishins Instead of One?' sort of write-off, but there had been that one time where migitating circumstances had lead to a rather large part of the town that they were in being reduced to rubble.

It was an unspoken agreement - Maka would disappear into the bathroom first, and Soul, pausing only to take off his outdoor shoes, would promptly pull out ingredients for s'mores. By the time he had finished making them and put them in the oven, Maka would have reappeared, all of the grime and gore she'd picked up during the extra-curricular activity scrubbed off, dressed in her most comfortable pyjamas - an old pair of tracksuit bottoms and an oversize t-shirt which Soul secretly suspected had once belonged to her dad. Then it was Soul's turn in the bathroom, and he would finish and return to their shared living room just as Maka emerged from the kitchen with a plate of his s'mores and two mugs of her hot chocolate.

Then the two of them would collapse on the worn sofa, and they would sit in utter silence until they had finished eating, at which point Maka would shift position until her head was resting on Soul's chest, and Soul would wrap his arms around her, both of them listening to each other's heartbeat's, gradually forgetting the chill that lingered despite the warmth of the room, because they were still here, still breathing, still fighting, still living...

So perhaps it wasn't just the hot chocolate.