I do not own Soul Eater, or any other characters (haha get the pun??)

"Get away from me."

"No."

"Why do you insist on being so stupid?"

"You shouldn't be talking."

His cold, blood-colored eyes glared at his partner. She has that stupid determined look on her face again. He thought, finding it annoying.

He sighed. "Fine, do whatever you want." Putting his arm out in front of her. "Baka..." He muttered.

The blonde smiled in triumph. She kneeled down beside her sitting partner and being without her usual long, black jacket, she used the sleeve of her white shirt to clean off her shirtless weapon.

"Tss!" The boy hissed.

"Well stop moving around, of course it's gonna hurt." She nagged.

"How uncool..." The scythe slurred. "Needing to have a girl's help."

"You're hurt, Soul, stop complaining." She continued, lightly brushing her sleeve over his cut.

He stared at her, watching her as she concentrated on his wound. He wondered, if he'd partnered up with someone else, would they be helping him like she is now?

"Ah!" She shouted in relief. "All done." Out of habit she wiped her forehead with the arm she had been cleaning the wound with. "Oh, oops." She exclaimed, the blood now smeared onto the wide space on the top of her head, giggling a little.

"Maka." Soul said all of a sudden, with a serious tone. She stopped her giggling. "Yeah?"

He showed off his crooked smile, now sitting up to get closer to her. "That color doesn't look good on you." He stated. He licked his thumb, revealing his sharp smile, and with one hand grabbed her shoulder and with the one he licked his thumb, began using it to rub his blood off of her forehead.

Maka stared at her partner's eyes, which were staring intently on her forehead. Unconsciously she whispered, "it looks good on you though..."

"Huh?" Her face immediately produced a field of pink right below her eyes. The meister had forgotten he was that close to her, and never thought he would be able to hear her.

"N-nothing." She averted her eyes and turned to the side, the blushing increased. "I didn't say anything."

He couldn't help himself. Maka was being too cute not to. He showed off that crooked smile again, grabbed the collar of her vest, and brought them nose to nose. The sudden movement caused Maka to move her eyes back into his; their eyes became paired like christmas.

"Now that color," he said referring to the pink that by that point, completely took over her face. "looks good on you."

Before she could process the sentence into her brain, the space between their lips disappeared when he gently brought them together. To her, it seemed to last forever before she decided to kiss him back, though her arms were still at her side. The hand that grabbed her collar snaked its way down her side and around her waist. The hand that was on her shoulder, smoothly ran its way down her arm and grabbed her hand.

They separated, too early for Maka though. She thristed for more, enjoying the feel of his soft lips warming hers. She stared into his eyes with awe, her partner's eyes that gave off an expression of satisfaction, from something other than eating a soul. His hand still grasping hers, he tugged it back, sending her forward and landing on his chest. As if it was second nature, she removed Soul's clutch on her hand and threw her arms around his lower body, digging her face into his shoulder. Soul slowly wrapped his arms around above her shoulders and around her neck, placing one gentle hand behind her head.

Why? Why am I crying? Maka thought. She felt the only way to prevent the tears was to tighten her grip on Soul, keeping them in that embrace for a longer amount of time.

"Let's go back, Maka." He offered in a melodic tone. "It's going to rain-huh?"

His partner's hold on him disappeared, her arms faltered to her sides again, and she fell into his lap, fast asleep. All he could do was smile.

"Geez, what am i going to do with you?" He muttered, stroking her hair with his uninjured arm. To think, someone like her swings me around so violently, hits me in the head with a book so violently, and yet she looks so vulnerable right now. He thought.

His body escaped from under her and she lay on the ground now. He placed her arms over his shoulders, around his neck, and grabbed under her knees, picking her up in a piggy-back style. Still shirtless, it began to thunder. He sighed, beginning to walk home.

"Soul..." Maka muttered halfway of the journey.

"Hmm?" Soul bluntly replied, eyes still set forward on their destination.

"It's raining..." Her voice was barely audible, she was just barely unconscious.

"Yeah, it is."

"But you're so warm..." her arms tightened around him, letting her head fall onto his shoulders.

He chuckled. "Really, is that so?" He looked down, he was still shirtless and the rain washed the dried blood on his wound completely, revealing a small scar.

"I...i..." Her voice completely fell, her body became victim to sleep once again. The tight grip loosened again as well.

"Shut up," He said politely. "Baka." His crooked smile returned.

Well this is my first short story ever....how was it? I hope you liked it (:

I'm still wondering if i should continue it or leave it as a drabble or one-shot or whatever, what do you think?