Soul x Maka
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Soul Eater.
~Uhh, I've obviously never written a fanfic before, so…. I'm probably not that good! XD
Note: Words in italics are Soul's thoughts unless they're in quotations. (:
Chapter One:
Soul opened his eyes to see the bright sunshine seeping into his room through the plain window beside his bed. He could already smell the sweet aroma of Maka's scrumptious breakfast. Soul sat up and stretched broadly. He proceeded to walk into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Maka was humming to herself as she prepared a warm plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash-browns along with a glass of milk. Soul pulled a chair for himself and sat at the table waiting for his food.
"Oh! Good morning, Soul. I didn't hear you enter the room," Maka said as she turned her head ninety degrees to look at him. She frowned. "Soul, I'm making you breakfast. The least you can do is come over here and get it yourself instead of sitting there like a puppy ready to be fed!" Maka said flatly. Maka grabbed her plate and glass and walked over to the table. She took the seat in front of Soul.
Soul sighed and got up. He trudged to the counter and picked up his food. Instantly, the smell of the delicious, warm breakfast made him smile.
"Maka, I really appreciate you cooking everyday… thanks." Soul strolled back to the table and sat down. Maka was astonished. Usually, Soul and her would argue over the most trivial things, but today, there was a different aura in the air.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes as they ate. Subsequently, Soul looked up at Maka. He stared momentarily at her simple, yet cute, face. Something about his meister just made him happy. Was it how responsibly admirable she was? Was it how she never gives up? Or was it how she continually strives to protect him even though he was supposed to protect her?
"What?" Maka's voice snapped Soul out of his trance. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Soul replied bluntly. He looked to the side quickly in order to avoid Maka's eye contact. Maka glared at Soul doubtingly with her fork in her mouth. Soul looked back up at Maka. Her curious jade eyes were focused right on him. His face reddened and he avoided her gaze again.
"Did I do something?" asked Maka concerned. Soul looked at her with sudden alarm.
"Of course not!" he retorted, "I was just…thinking." Maka looked slightly relieved and he said those words. They continued to eat. This is delicious, Soul thought. He scarfed down the remaining bits of bacon and stood up. He put his plate in the sink and gulped down his glass of milk. He turned around and leaned on the counter. He gazed at the back of Maka's head trying to think of why she was different to him. She's smart, cute, nice and she cooks for me. She's protectant, simple, and diligent. I like everything about her! Soul thought to himself. He froze. I… like…everything about…her? I…like…MAKA?
The sound of Maka's chair being pushed across the old, worn-out wooden floor made Soul realize that Maka had finished eating.
"There, you're doing it again! You're staring at me," Maka said as she walked toward the sink.
"Oh, sorry. I was…deep in thoughts. I didn't realize I was staring at you." Lies. Soul rushed out of the kitchen with a reddened face. "Thanks again for the meal!" he hollered from the hallway. Maka was startled. She smiled.