Soul Eater Fan fiction-
Summary: Maka was planning on revealing her feeling for Soul to him...In good time. Unlucky for her, Blair happens to stumble across Maka's diary. In it are Maka's secrets and feelings for Soul. This is my first attempt at Fanfiction. Any review is welcome!
Okay, something else, this story follows basic timeline events to about Italy, and then I'm basically running away from cannon.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. Congrats to who does, you are a genius.
UPDATE! I am rewriting this story, mostly because I think I can make it better than before! So, please reread it! And I'll be bringing a sequel when I finish. Also, the way I describe their house is just how I always imagined it, not how it actually is.
Chapter One
Diary?
"Bye Maka-chan!" yelled Blair.
"Bye Blair, have fun," replied Maka.
Finally! She was alone. Soul was out playing basketball with Black*Star, thankfully leaving her behind, and Blair was off to who-knows-where. Maka walked into her room, closed and locked the door, and slid down to the floor. She closed her eyes and thumped her head against the door. She ran her fingers over the soft grey carpet, and stared ahead at her cream colored desk. Tears began to well in her eyes as she thought back to all that had been happening in the past couple of days. Well, months, actually. From the incident in Italy, to Tsubaki and Black*Star becoming a couple. She loved them together, but lately she felt like a third wheel. Having Soul around them didn't, he managed to fit himself in. She would walk behind wondering if anyone would even notice if she left. She doubted it.
Soul. Her weapon, her friend, her roommate, her Soul. She knew he only saw her as a friend, maybe like a sister. Nothing romantic. Maka wasn't sure if she was happy with that. A knock on the front door interrupted her. After coughing to clear her voice of tears, she answered.
"Soul? Did you forget your keys?"
A muffled voice came through the door.
"Maka-chan, it's your Daddy! I have something for you, my darling angel!"
Maka suppressed a frustrated scream and walked out of her room, sending a longing look at first soft, shimmery bed. She arrived at the front door, opening it to find her spastic womanizing father grinning at her.
"What do you need?" she asked coldly.
"I got you a present! A notebook!"
"A notebook."
"You love books so much; I thought maybe that you would want to write something of your own. Does my little diamond not like it?"
Maka looked down at the cover of the book in her hands. It was amazing. A solid black cover; a small soul the same as Maka's in the middle. Her eyes teared up again.
"Oh Papa, I love it! Thank you so much!"
She then broke a promise she had made so long ago. She hugged her father tight.
He stiffened in shock before relaxing and clutching his daughter to him. How many times had Maka ever willingly hugged him? Not many.
She pulled away smiling.
"Thank you! I'll write in it all the time!"
After she closed the door, Spirit turned away grinning, tears streaming down his face. He had to find Stein!
It was time to happy vomit.