Describe It For Me
By: DemonClowSorceress
Disclaimer: Soul Eater doesn't belong to me. I just play with the plushies and squeeze the stuffing out of Soul!
Summary: Maka asks her weapon partner to describe something she can't understand. The result is...interesting, to say the least.
Rating: K...for now, maybe.
Maka knocked on her partner's bedroom door. "Soul? You in there?"
His reply sounded almost distracted. "What is it, Maka? I'm busy."
She frowned. "Doing what?" she asked, opening the door wide. "Not homework, I'll bet!"
"Hey!" Soul shouted, scrambling to cover the pages scattered over his desk with his jacket. "Jeez, ever hear of privacy?"
"Soul Eater Evans, you better not be hiding a dirty magazine from me," Maka said, her temper rising as she brandished a book. (Where it came from, who knows.)
His scowl matched hers for annoyance. "I'm not Black*Star, thanks."
"So what are you hiding?"
He eyed the book warily. "Nothing."
"Liar!"
"Not!" he snapped. "It's nothing, really. You just...you startled me." Maka's eyebrow raised as she glared at him. "I swear, it's not bad. Now what d'you want bad enough to barge in here and give me half a heart attack?"
His words made the ash-blonde meister remember her reason for coming here in the first place. Color flushed across her cheeks and made her ears heat up. Just ask him, just ask him, just ask him -
"Any day now, Maka," he drawled, starting to turn back to his desk.
"What do souls taste like?"
Crimson eyes blinked once, twice, then went wide with confused surprise. "Why do you wanna know?" he asked slowly.
Dammit! Oh well, just as good a question, right? "I just want to," Maka replied, going with it. "Nobody else I know really eats souls, not like you, and you always look like you're enjoying it when you eat one. I was wondering what it tastes like."
Soul draped his arm over his desk and leaned back in his chair, balancing on its back two legs. "You've never showed an interest in my eating habits before."
She was feeling awfully uncomfortable now. "I just never voiced my interest before," she said. "Now are you going to answer me or not?"
"Sure, sure, I will," he said easily, his shark's grin appearing. "So, you wanna know how souls taste?"
"Isn't that how this entire conversation started?"
"Making sure." Soul pursed his lips in thought, surprising Maka. He actually seemed to be giving her question some thought.
"Well, all souls are different in flavor. But fundamentally, they're pretty much the same." As he explained, his expression changed slightly, as if speaking about it made him relive the experience. "It's like you're eating cotton candy, but it's got a cool, gooey center like a gummy. And then there's this fizzle in them like soda, but there's also a syrupy consistancy to it." He licked his lips as a blissful smile made his eyes half-close lazily.
Maka tilted her head. "That sounds...interesting," she said. "But what differences were you talking about? Does that have something to do with the colors? Do witch souls taste different from pre-kishin souls?"
"Different experiences make them taste different. Pre-kishin are, well, kinda tangy and sour at the same time." Now Soul looked confused, like speaking it aloud somehow made him realize how odd it really was. "The dumber beast ones are somewhat more robust, and they've got this punch to them, like biting into a hot pepper, I guess. The smart ones who can use a weapon? They're sharper, more refined, and sort of easier to swallow. I noticed that the closer they are to becoming kishin, the more pronounced the flavor gets, like how a fruit tastes better the longer you let it ripen."
His descriptions were incredibly fascinating for Maka to hear, well-thought out and clear. She could almost imagine the blend of flavors and consistancies he was talking about, as if she'd experienced them as well. "And witch souls?"
"Well," he said, and here he hesitated, "I've only ever had Arachne's, so I don't know the norm. But hers was like I'd guess eating cobwebs would be like, more air than anything. But what I did taste was power. Lots and lots of power." He shrugged. "I guess it's like drinking fine wine. It's a jolt, then it coats your throat as it goes down and warms you up."
"I...I see."
Soul fixed his crimson eyes on her again. "Why the sudden interest? Been partners for four years, and I've never heard you ask about this before."
"It seemed...rude to ask," Maka admitted. "Besides, you never really seemed like you wanted to divulge it."
"Nobody's ever asked me." He smiled his shark grin. "That answer your question."
"Yep!" she replied, smiling brightly. "Thanks Soul!"
"You complete, absolute, incorrigible pansy!"
Maka winced at the tongue-lashing. "I'm sorry! I panicked!"
"No excuse!" Liz said, crossing her arms."The bet's not closed. You didn't ask him how he likes to kiss!"
"I can't ask him that!" Maka said, embarrassment staining her face red and pitching her voice two octaves above normal.
Patti shook her head. "Have to, Maka! A bet's a bet!"
"Y-You still have two days," said Tsubaki helpfully, patting the meister's shoulder.
"And remember," Liz said with an evil smile worthy of Medusa, "if you welch or fail on the bet, you have to make out with a boy of our choosing. For two. Whole. Minutes."
"In front of us and other witnesses," added Patti.
Maka buried her lobster-hued face in her hands. "You're horrible."
"Suck it up. And ask Soul how he likes to kiss."
Maka groaned.
I'm leaving this a one-shot for now. If you want it to be a two-shot, see the blue button? Click it and lemme know! Leave a review while you're at it!