MusicMaker87: Hey guys! I decided to make a bunch of mini short stories. :3 The parings will vary from SoMa, TsuStar, MaStar, KiMa, KiLiz, KiPa, etc. Random love stories! But, I warn you, sometimes I might just write vague stories, not sappy lovey dovey ones... so yeah.. I'll be writing both though, so yeah! I hope you guys like them!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater :3

Epi. 1: Special Day

Maka cheerily walked through the front door and began to put away the groceries. It had been exactly one year since Maka had made Soul a death-scythe, so she decided they'd celebrate it. Soul lazily stared at the T.V., not even noticing that she came in.

"Hey Soul," Maka called from their tiny kitchen, "you wanna help me with these groceries?"

"Not really," Soul replied almost as loud, not taking his eyes off the television.

Maka pouted. This is supposed to be our special day, and Soul can't even lift a finger for me? Well, we'll see about that...

An evil smirk played on her face as she grabbed a book off the kitchen counter, slowly sneaking through the door way and chucking the book. It flew through the air quicker than a humming bird and hit Soul dead on in the back of his head. He fell forward.

"Agh! What the h*ll Maka!" he shouted as he rubbed his head and slowly stood up, "I'm watching TV!"

"Why don't you just record the show?!" Maka shouted back.

"Because we don't have On Demand!" Soul explained.

Maka's brows furrowed.

"Besides," Soul continued, "Isn't today supposed to be my special day?"

Maka's confused look on her face soon became saddened at the fact that Soul didn't realize: "The only reason you're a death-scythe is because of me!" And with that, she stomped to her room and furiously slammed the door behind her. Soul immediately felt the guilt flow into his heart as he realized what he'd just said.

"Idiot," Soul said as he face-palmed himself. He turned off the TV and walked over to the kitchen, only to stare at the paper bags full of food and other stuff. "Not cool."

Maka sat silently on her bed, holding back her anger-filled tears, when suddenly, she heard the sound of paper bags and cabinets opening and closing. She was able to calm herself down to the point where a small smile grew on to her face.

Soul was putting the last of the groceries away when a bedroom door opened. He looked up to see Maka, who was staring down at him.

It was silent for a few moments before Maka broke it, "... Thanks... but you didn't have to do all of it. If you'd just helped me before then we probably would've put them away by now..."

"Hey, I owe you. Sorry for bein' uncool," Soul replied.

"It's alright," Maka smiled.

"Besides," Soul continued, "It's not just my special day. It's yours too."

Maka's face lit up when she heard that. She dove straight into him, almost making him fall as she said, "It's our special day."

Soul didn't even bother to hide the small blush that had spread across his face.

MusicMaker87: SHORT! I'm not used to writing something so short, but oh well. It IS a short story, so deal with it! Don't worry, there's more where that came from! But I gotta go eat my chicken, so I'll write more later!

~MusicMaker87 :3