Author Stuff: New Story YAY! this will be multi-chaptered and stuff. I just always felt that Maka and Soul's relationship was more complex then shown and that they know how each other feels so yea, this will be about them and how they progress. Yea eventually it will get to smutty goodness but I wanted this to be realistic (and this is Maka we're dealing with, it'll take a while).


Chapter 1: Stupid…

She couldn't understand the growing need to be near him, to hear his voice, to see his smile, to just be in the same room as him. It had been growing over time and then poof its all she can think about. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's with (even if its just Black Star). It just all piles up until she cant think straight. Like come on, he's right behind that wall sitting in his room. Probably listening to music and attempting to do homework but failing horribly. If that's the case why does she feel like this? She groans crashing her head down on her open book that she had been attempting to read for the past hour but has failed miserably since he's all she can think of.

She knows she's lost this battle with herself as she stand up out of her chair, scuffling along the floor, opening her door and going to his. But she just presses her ear to the door softly. She can defiantly hear music in there, and mumbling. Mumbling? She listens closer at Soul's words.

"So if this mean that then uhhh I don't get this," she can hear his muffled groan. So wait he is doing homework? And then she hears his chair skid across the floor and she dashes to the kitchen not wanting to be a creepy stocker (even though that's what she is right now).

"Yo, Maka," she hears his voice call to her, its honestly her favorite thing to hear.

"In the kitchen," what is he going to ask her?

"What are you doing?" he leans against the counter staring at her with his intense red eyes that's he could stair at for hours. She needs help…

"Getting a snack, you want some?" she's reaching up into a cupboard to get out some popcorn, an easy enough snack that isn't too bad for you.

"Sure, um Maka?" she notices how he seems kinda fidgety over there.

"Yea Soul?"

"You get this soul theory stuff right?" So that's what he was working on.

"Yea?"

"Could um" he stops taking a breath and releasing it," could you help me I don't get it."

"Sure Soul, just bring it out into the living room and I'll help you while we have a snack," she smiles at him.

"Cool," and he exits the room. She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Well at least she can be close to him for a little bit. She honestly didn't understand herself. He was just her weapon right? Just her best friend and partner. So why was it she always needed to be near him, wanted it so bad its all she could really think of. She can't stand the fan girls that lock around him because she can't stand the idea of one of them taking him from her. She slumps against the counter as the popcorn that she's making pops. She really is stupid because even if she only wants him to be hers she can't handle the idea of a romantic relationship with anyone, even the person she trusts most because of her parents. Man they screwed her up real nicely.

But maybe she should try. Soul would take it slow with her because he understands. And he has been making advances on her; at least that's what Liz says. But she see's it now as she thinks more in depth to it. Or maybe she's making it up and he's not acting any different.

As she's staring off she doesn't notice Soul walk back into the kitchen. When his eyes focus on her they soften. What is she thinking about? The gazed look in her eyes, something she only does when she's not paying attention and in the comfort of their apartment, when all of her defenses are down. So he pries. He shouldn't but he can't help it, he needs to know what she's feeling. He probes into their bond that connects their souls, even outside of battle. It's grown over the years and exponentially after she made him into a death scythe. Its fuzzy at first but he just focuses on the ideas she's thinking about, the over all theme. And then he gets something. It always feels like a rush of accomplishment when he makes that connection, even when she's not paying attention to him. He can feel the fear and pain that she's suddenly feeling, or thinking about. And then he gets an image he doesn't expect, him. Why is she thinking of him? And why is he bringing her fear and pain? He panics, what did he do wrong? But as he waits and feels through their link he figures it out.

His meister can be so stupid and so cute at the same time.

"Stupid" his voice snaps her back to reality and she panic. Then she notices he's right in front of her, caging her in against the counter. His hand reaches out and brushes a strand of hair that she has left down behind her ear. Wait those eyes…

"You shouldn't think of things like that," He was prying again! The little shit! Then his lips were against hers. They were so soft and yet firm. It was sweet, chaste. Something she's never felt before from him. And she can hear the link singing loudly at the connection and her eyes drift shut and she's consumed by the feeling. He's chopping down and destroying every doubt in her mind with this one kiss. This one amazing kiss that's making their bond do things it's never done before. One of his hands snake around her waist pulling her close as the other moves up and cups her cheek, angling her face to mold against his better. She lost in the singing and feeling turning into pudding; if he wasn't holding onto her she would surly not be able to stand. And then his lips release hers and she trying to come down from her high of his lips and the bond isn't making it any better. Its almost like he's yelling…or maybe its her. Her eyes finally focus on his, their soft and sultry, a look she's never seen him give anyone before and she understand that this look is reserved only for her. "Don't ever think of things like that again ok." His voice is a little horse, which surprises her. And he kisses her again but its only a little peak but its still makes her all mushy.


They're called off almost immediately on a mission so they can't even bask in the new warmth of their relationship that's growing. Even though she's scared shitless. He hasn't kissed her since that day, at least in the lips. He gives her little pecks on the cheek when she goes to bed, and he holds her hand or pulls her close to him when they're alone in the apartment. Or now when they're at their temporary hotel room waiting for night so they can go kishin hunting. They're sitting on her bed while she reads and he watches TV, his arm is resting on her shoulders, pulling her in towards him, and holding her there when she tries to leave his arms. He's demanding, at least that's what she believes. He always wanting to hold her hand or have his arm around her (the following more so then the first). But in public he doesn't hold her hand or anything like that because he understands she's freaking out and needs to take it slow, even if its agonizingly painful. But he's patient. The only difference when they're in public is they sit or stand a little bit closer then before, but no one has noticed it. She's very comfortable with these small changes, wishing that it could stay this way but she also understands that he won't wait forever so she has made the decision that when she makes the next move she'll follow. Or when she decides to make the next move, which ever comes first.

She glances at the clock and decides it time for them to leave but as she tries to move off the bed she's harshly yanked back down only to have her headlands on Soul's lap.

"Where you think you're goin'?" his voice, she notices, is incredibly more husky when they're alone.

"It's time for us to go get the pre kishin Soul," she whines looking up at his molted pools of lava. His white hair is framing his face as he stares her down, not saying a word. "Soul" she whines again.

"And we have to leave now because…" he trails off. She pouts at him, he's so stubborn! She swears if she didn't have to cook, sleep, or use the restroom he wound never let her leave his side. They even started doing homework at the dinning room table!

"I thought girls were the clingy ones Soul."

"Not Cool Maka," he mumbles quite quickly "I'm just trying to break you out of your little shell Maka, sorry I'll stop," and with that he pushes her off and stands up from the bed, turning off the TV and chucking the remote onto his bed that's parallel to her's. She feels guilty for acting this way but he's being kind of ridiculous and then she see's the sad look in his eyes the guilt multiplies ten fold.

"Sorry Soul," she says softly but she knows he heard her because his eyes light up like they do every time he hears her voice but he doesn't say a word just moves towards the door, waiting for her to follow.

The hunt was successfully and painfully easy, like the silence around them. He hadn't said but a few words to her since they left the hotel room and 90% of them were while he was in his weapon form. She's fidgeting non-stop as she walks behind him. She has decided that she hates it when he's mad at her now and that she hate for fighting with him is on par with her hate for lies. She stops, staring down at the ground trying to figure a way to make all of this better and at first he doesn't notice but then he doesn't hear her footsteps and he panics.

Turing around abruptly he sees her; she looks like a hurt puppy staring at the ground like she's lost. He was more hurt then he wants to admit about her words earlier, he can't help it but what to be near her. She feels like this too right? So why is she making him sound like he's clingy when she looks like she's been abandoned because he hasn't said more then 3 words in the last 10 minutes.

"You're being stupid again," he finally says causing her head to snap up at him, "didn't I tell you to not do that?" She doesn't say anything; she just stares at him much in the same way as she would if he sprouted another head. He's scoffs and outstretches a hand to her. "Coming?" She nods; still looking as dazed as ever, as she skips up to him to takes his hand. He stuffs his hands into his pockets including the hand that's interlaced with hers. "You're going to be the death of me," he decides out loud. She puffs out a blast of air out her nose at his words.

"If I'm going to kill you then what are you going to do to me?"

"Dunno, I'll be dead remember," he smirks at her frustrated gaze but then she smiles and leans up against him.

"I'm hungry, can we get take out?"

"Sure Chinese or pizza?"

"PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA!" he laughs full heartedly at how excited she's getting but he agrees with her that pizza sounds better then Chinese. Maybe it's the bond reacting again, it tends to act up if they're touching now, but he doesn't pay too much mind to it as they walk towards a pizzeria.


She's now sleepy snugly in their hotel room but he can't get a lick of shuteye. He feels creepy staring at her right now while he sits in his bed but he can't pull his eyes from her. He doesn't understand her anymore. He thought he had a good grip on his meister. She likes to read and study, don't interrupt her while she's doing either or you'll get a book lodged in your head. She can't stand lies or cheating, or anything that has to do with the two, both came from her mother and fathers relationship. She's afraid of loosing him which he thinks is the most load of crap she's feed herself cause he's not leaving but he'll make sure to keep her fears controlled. She cares a lot more about what people think of her then she lets on. She just wants close friends (which she has). And lastly she's afraid to show affection because she's afraid the person will throw it back in her face.

He's mostly confused about the last thing; the others haven't changed (or at least he doesn't think they have). She likes affection, or at least that's what he's pulled from her actions today. She defiantly didn't like his comment he made to her (and he didn't like her's either) and she doesn't like it when he doesn't talk to her (he understand that fully). But he does know she's shy, she always blushes right when he grabs at her hand or shoulder or when he kisses her. It adorable actually, she's just too cute. He feels himself blush at the thought of it (god, uncool).

He then notices her move in her bed and he focuses on her. "Soul," he clearly hears her mumble and a smile spreads on her face. He smirks at her. He'll push at her boundaries and walls as long as it takes to get her to open up and not be afraid because he's decided he only wants her and he'll always fight for her.


Hope you liked the first chapter, I did even though I unfortunately don't think this chapter really gives a preview about what's really up with them but oh well. :) As always please review. Also I have a poll up on my profile if you would please take it. The next chapter will be up in like a week or two...I hope.