He could hear it. The thumping, popping, whining, screeching sound that leaks itself from her closed door, contaminating his space. He sighs before clambering up from his position on the couch to his bedroom.
His crimson eyes scanning through the many cds that littered his walls. Picking up two and making his way to her room. He bursts through the door, unable to stand the noise any longer, quickly slamming the disc into the player before turning burning eyes to her.
"What are you doing Soul?"
"If you need loud noise at least make it music" he huffs
"What? That was music Soul"
"Maka techno or whatever you call it isn't music in any sense. It's just noises stacked on noises. before you argue, just listen to these two albums okay. I know for a fact that Liz, Patty and Tsubaki all like this music." He turns and hits play
If you were to ever confront Soul about the reasons as to why he of all people had multiple Taylor Swift albums he would threaten to take your insides out before walking away without even a glance in your direction.
"It's not bad.. But it's not uh" Maka trails off
"Rough enough, yeah I know. try this."
The first notes were rough, rocky in a way that made her really listen. Soul smirks as his meister drinks in the sound and the lyrics of such a band.
"I like- no, no I definitely love this." She grins
"Good hold on a sec" He returns with three more cds in his hands
"What are these?"
"Cds of every recorded song that My Chemical Romance ever did" He places them down next to the player before leaving her.
It was three weeks later when he caught her screaming lyrics at the top of her lungs when he returned home. He makes his way over to her, she doesn't jump or flinch when he grabs her hand. She merely smiles at him before continuing.
"I'm okay! I'M OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" they both scream laughing at each other
"But you really need to listen to me cause I'm telling you the truth I mean this I'm okay"
"Trust me" Soul finishes for her
As the song draws to a close they fall to the floor laughing. Maka resting her head on his stomach as they catch the breaths. Jumping and singing was one hell of a hard feat.
"Thank you Soul" she beams at him
"Yeah not a problem. At least now you have a sense of music" he grins cheekily at her
"Yeah well... It was bound to happen. I was waiting for you to crack"
"Yeah, yeah. it's not jazz but it's definitely cool. Waaaayyyy cooler than that shit you used to like"
She laughs and he grins at her.
"You should be thanking Kidd actually, he introduced me to MCR and told me that no matter who listens to them, they'll connect to the lyrics in someway and as a result be forever hooked on it"
"MCR are a drug" She sighs
They lay in silence, before the loud grumbling of Soul's stomach interupts the moment. Laughing Maka heaves herself and said boy off the floor.
"Order pizza, screw cooking tonight" she laughs before heading off to the bathroom. He grins. No one would ever have guessed Maka would chose the wrongly labelled 'emo' genre of music.