The Last Night
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any characters mentioned. I also do not own the song that this story got named from, which is The Last Night by Skillet.
As Soul walked in, he saw Maka asleep on the couch. She woke up when she heard the door open and when she saw him she got up, stumbled around, making her way towards him. "Uh, how'd you get in? And are you drunk?" He steadied her when she almost fell.
"Hey Soul! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for, like, ever!" She smiled at him goofily and put an arm around him.
"Whoa, you have definitely been drinking Maka. C'mon, let's go to the kitchen and get you something to drink."
She pouted. "How about we go in the bedroom instead?" she asked, trailing a finger from his shoulder down to his hip before he caught her hand and stopped her. "Maka, what are you doing?" he asked. This was soo not like her. She never flirted or dated or suggested things like she was now. Instead of answering, she kissed him. His eyes widened and he started responding before he made himself stop. This wasn't right. He didn't want to do that with her when she had no idea what she was even doing. He grabbed her by her wrists and pushed her back gently. "No Maka, none of that." She pouted again, and said, "You wouldn't complain if I was Blair though." He grabbed her chin, making her look at him and said, "That is not true Maka, and you know it. What's wrong with you anyway? You aren't acting…normal. At all."
"Oh what, just because I never flirted with you before you think there's something wrong with me? Maybe there's just something wrong with you!" As Soul looked at her, shocked, she turned away from him and started to walk towards the back door to leave. He grabbed her by the hip and spun her around to face him. "Maka, where do you think your going? I'm not letting you leave. Especially while you're so drunk." As an afterthought, he said, "Unless I have you dad come get you, but then he'll think I got you drunk…" When she heard this, she yelled, "No! No way in hell am I going back to that place with him! I'm staying here with you for tonight. I never want to see that nasty fucking rat bastard ever again!"
Staring with his mouth hanging open at her outburst, Soul waited for her to calm down before asking, "What did he do to you now?"
"Nothing!" she yelled, "Everything's just dandy Soul!" He pulled her closer and hugged her, trying to make her feel better.
"You can tell me anything Maka. It doesn't have to be right now though. You can tell me tomorrow, or whenever you feel up to it, ok?" She nodded and wiped a tear she didn't know had fallen until she felt it on her cheek, catching it right before it fell off. When Soul let her go she quietly said, "Is it ok if I stay in your room with you for the night? No funny business, I swear." He nodded and they went into his room and layed down.
When he woke up again, it was early in the morning and the sun was just coming out. He looked over to see Maka snuggled up next to him, her head and one hand resting on his chest, and his arm wrapped around her. He smiled slightly and waited patiently for her to wake up. She woke up about an hour later, and looked up to see Soul looking at her. "Well good morning, sleeping beauty." She smiled and replied, "Good morning Soul. How long have you been awake?"
"Oh about an hour I guess, why?" She gasped. "You didn't have to wait for me you know!"
"I know but I didn't want to wake you." While they had been talking, they had unconsciously moved their faces closer slowly. And once Soul finished talking, he kissed her softly. When he pulled away, Maka looked surprised. He laughed at her expression and she blushed. "U-uh well I'm gonna go make breakfast. You want anything?" she asked, trying to calm her pounding heart. "Whatever you're making for yourself is fine," Soul replied. Maka figured he forgot about last night and was relieved. She didn't want him asking her about her dad again.
When she left, Soul stretched and looked around. On the side of the bed that Maka had been on, he noticed her phone. He picked it up, and it vibrated in his hand. He opened it to see 24 messages and 13 missed calls, all from Spirit. He frowned, remembering what she had said about her father the night before. He scrolled through the messages, not liking what he found.
Spirit: Get your ass home Maka
Spirit: You fucking stupid slut, answer me
Spirit: Maka get the fuck home
Spirit: You're such a waste of space
As Soul continued reading the messages, he got increasing pissed off. How could her father be so cruel to her? Just then, the phone went off again. He read the last message, and it got him so mad he actually started shaking.
Spirit: Maka you fucking stupidass emo. Get the hell home already. Do you ever do anything right? Stop being a little crybaby and trying to get everyone to feel sorry for you, because no one cares. I'm the only one that cares about you. Especially since you're the real reason your mother left. Stop getting on your knees for every guy you can. Now get your flat chest home you stupid little bitch, because I need to talk to you.
Just then, Soul heard Maka walking towards his room. He set the phone down and when she walked in, she knew something was wrong. His hair covered his eyes so she couldn't see his expression. He was trembling. She set the bowls down on the table by Soul and sat next to him. "Soul, hey Soul! What's wrong? What happened?" She frowned when he didn't answer her. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to move her face in his line of sight. She couldn't, so she gave an exasperated sigh. "Soul, answer me already!" she yelled. He finally looked up and tried to sound calm when he asked her, "How did you put up with that fucking sorry excuse of a father for so long?" When he saw the faked confusion she had put on her face, he said, "Damn it Maka! Don't play dumb! I saw all the messages on your phone! I saw everything that he called you! Is he the reason you got drunk last night?" She didn't answer, just lowered her head. He realized she was crying soon after. He pulled her close and hugged her, saying, "Nothing that he calls you is true Maka. You're amazing, beautiful, smart, and strong. Don't believe for a second that anything he says about you is anywhere near right, okay?" She nodded and started crying even more, finally letting down the wall she built to keep everyone away so they couldn't hurt her, letting the dam break so she could cry all the tears she had fought back for so long. Soul just whispered comforting things to her and held her tight until she finally calmed down. "Don't worry Maka, you never have to go back to that house with him. You can stay here with me, okay?"
She nodded, and whispered, "Thank you Soul." He grinned at her and said, "No problem Maka. After all, it wouldn't be very cool of me to let you stay miserable, now would it?"
So I know in the other story I wrote, I made Spirit into the bad guy as well, and it's not because I don't like him, it's just that it's easy for me to make him the bad guy in stories like this. Also I went back and rewrote a couple parts, no major changes though. Anyway, please read and review!