(Maka)
Maka was sitting at the table, having just gotten back from the hospital. Two plates of chicken-fried rice were on the table, one nearly finished. Maka was wearing skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. Her goal was to make Soul a very... frustrated, hormonal teenager. He would be walking through the door any minute now, and she was going to love his reaction. And, of course, the resulting Maka Chop. She went over with Blair at the hospital just exactly what she was going to do.
(A/N: In this fic, Maka will have upgraded her Maka chop, to include new variations *grins evilly*) She heard the keys turn in the lock, and she returned to her book. Soul walked through the door. "What's uppp... holy mother of Death!" "Like it?" "Did you... Did you... Did you..." "Yes, I got breast implants. Is it really that big a deal. Multi-Maka Chop!" Soul's jaw dropped to the floor, his head having been bashed in several times, his nose was already the size of a waterfall. In the Black Room, the little ogre was coughing up black blood. "I suggest you get a good sleep, seeing as we are meeting the others in the morning. She walked to her bedroom, hips and booty swaying. Soul fainted, the blood on the floor pooling by his head. "Get dressed, you dumb excuse for a boy!" "NOT COOL, MAKA, NOT COOL AT ALL!" "I know my breasts are!" Soul suddenly fell silent. She smirked, knowing she had won this argument. _
Maka walked out of her bedroom, all nice and clean, in a white halter dress and blue jeans. Very un-Maka. She found Soul still on the floor, all the blood around him hardened. She dragged him to the shower and threw him in, turning the water on. He yelped, suddenly awake.
(Soul)
Soul and Maka were walking to a well known breakfast shop. They were almost there when they heard... "PROVIDE YOUR GOD WITH MORE FOOD. I, WHO WILL TRANSCEND GOD DEMANDS MORE FO-" "EXTREME MAKA CHOP" Maka, who had pulled and encylcopedia, dictionary, and almanac out of nowhere and subsequently hit Black*Star in the head with it. Black*Star was carried away on a stretcher, with Tsubaki laughing quietly from a distance in side the shop. Maka and Soul sat down where she was sitting, followed by Kid, Liz and Patti, who had mysteriously appeared. "Gone a bit overboard, haven't you, Maka." Kid said. "Keep talking and I'll mess up the symmetry of your house. "You wouldn't dare!" "Watch me." A glare off between the Kid and Maka ensued. Everyone else, except Patti, who was enjoying the glare-off, baked away to get their food. Just then, Black*Star got in the middle of the glare-off. "MY GODLY PRESENCE SHALL STOP THIS GLARE-OFF) "MAKA CHOP/DEATH BULLET!" Black*Star was once again carried away, having been shot AND Maka-chopped. After breakfast, people started breaking off, with Soul and Maka walking back to the house. "Hey Maka... why did you get *ahem* implants?" "Cause I felt like it." She was still walking, breasted bouncing up and down. "I can feel you staring, y'know" She mentally yanked on the Soul Chain, connecting their emotions. "I know I do, Soul." As if she had been able to read his thoughts. "C'mon, lets get back to the house, I want to show you something!" said Maka. "You still can beat me in a race! They broke off into a run Maka: 'Bout to get it on! Transitninja: Don't Ruin the Story! Soul: Transitninja doesn't own anything of Soul Eater, unfortunatly.
Soul felt helpless. He was usually the dominant, cool one and now she had complete control over him.