AN- Hi, guys! FINALLY!! I'm posting something! I'm very excited. I haven't posted anything in a while. Take that, writer's block! Anyway, this is for the 100 Theme Writer's Challenge. X3 The summary I used is actually a quote by William DementI found interesting. :D

Anyway, this is the first Soul Eater story that I'm posting (I'm writing several other but I haven't finished them yet ^^;; ) So please enjoy and review!! 8D

Disclaimer- don't own the awesome couple, Soul and Maka!

77/100- Test

Soul had always thought he knew Maka pretty well, considering they had been living together for a couple of months now.

He knew that when there was a big test the next day, Maka would settle with having cereal for dinner.

He knew that when she felt particularly insecure, she slept with her door unlocked, as if beckoning him to come in during the night (and he did a couple of times, merely to offer her comfort- nothing else. He made sure to leave before she woke up.)

He knew she loved eating apples but disliked drinking apple juice.

She liked to click her pens continuously - especially when she's nervous - but never notices.

Aside from reading romance novels, she likes to read about mythology.

When she eats skittles, she likes to eat all the red, then all the green, then all the purple, and so on.

He knew that she usually prefers comfort over style because "you never know when there's going to be the need to battle!"

He also knew that she wasn't a bad artist herself. (He had seen a few sketches lying around. They weren't that bad.)

And the list could go on and on, really. Soul thought he had a pretty good grasp on Maka's personality and her odd little quirks.

But when she came out of her bedroom and into their living room (where he had been trying to watch some television), he felt like he was staring at a complete stranger.

His jaw dropped in a very uncool way, and his eyes roamed her body involuntarily (or so he would always claim).

Maka's light hair was loose (and beautiful) and fell over her bare shoulders. She was wearing just enough make up to bring out her green eyes (as if they didn't stand out before) but still manage to look natural. The black dress hugged her hips nicely, going down to maybe mid-thigh; it was smooth (and looked stunning on her, but he'd never admit to having ever thought that) and – was that a bust he saw there?

He quickly averted his eyes, completely looking away when he felt his face grow hot. This was not cool!

"M-maka, what are you-"

"Oh, Soul," she purred. Purred for God's sake! What the hell was going on!?

He tried to pretend not to notice as she sauntered her way to him, swaying her hips hypnotically. She got pretty hard to ignore, however, when she went and sat on his lap.

What the hell!?

"Maka, are you out of your mind?" he choked out, getting more and more flustered by the second.

"What's wrong, Soul?" she asked innocently, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with her index finger. He tried to press himself further back into the couch to create some space between them, but she only scoot closer to him.

"Maka," he forced out, trying to not get distracted by that damn finger. He grabbed her wrists so that she would stop doing that. "I think you might have a fever or somethin'. Why don't you change into something more – er – comfortable and go to sle—"

"Silly Soul," she giggled, freeing her wrists from his grasp. She closed her eyes halfway, watching him with a look so powerful, Soul felt as though the world around them disappeared. "I know perfectly well what I'm doing."

I really doubt that, he couldn't help but think. He tried pushing her away gently. Even though she was acting (completely insane, without thinking, totally irrational, just plain crazy, and totally hot and beautiful and just plain cute…) weird, he didn't want to hurt her.

"Maka, I have no damn clue what's gotten into your head, but whatever it is has got to stop. We can't do this."

"Why not?"

He frowned and shook his head. "You'll regret it, you know…doing this so suddenly and without thinking. This is really out of the blue."

Oh no… Please don't look at me like that, with those innocent green eyes and glossy, pouty lips… I can't stand the puppy-dog look…Dammit! Is she gonna cry? No, please, don't cry… I beg you…

"You don't like me?" she asked feebly, lowering her head so her bangs covered her eyes.

He felt his own grow wide. "I-It's not like that! I like you! No – wait! N-not like that! I mean, you're my master! We're partners; technician and weapon. So I have to like you. But not that I'm f-forcing myself to like you! That's not what I meant! I just – I'm not ready! I'm not sure I like you that way. Not that I'm thinking about you that way at all!"

DUDE! You're rambling! Shut up! Not cool.

He hung his head dejectedly, blushing like mad. He felt very foolish, and he wished Maka would just get off his lap already.

"Soul, look at me." Her sudden change of voice from coughseductivecough to gentle made him look up. Rather than seeing an angry or hurt expression like he expected, he saw her face had melted into a kind smile.

"I know what you mean," Here, she backs off a little, but doesn't get off his lap. "And I want to apologize."

"…Eh?"

She grinned. "I never actually wanted to… ya know… do anything. I was just testing you."

Soul felt his eyebrow twitch.

"A…test?"

Maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought he did, after all.

Maka nodded. "You're a good guy, Soul. A gentleman. I'm glad I got such a great partner."

Despite his annoyance at being tricked, he couldn't help but feel… flattered?

"Where did you learn to act like that anyway?" he asked uncomfortably, trying to switch the subject off of him.

"I grew up around a lot of flirting women because of the idiot called my Papa." Soul nodded, now understanding. "I'm glad you're not like him- trying to woo whoever flirts with him." And sometimes the ones that don't, she added mentally.

Soul bit his lip lightly, before returning to his cool sarcastic self. "Of course I'm not like that dumbass. Besides, who'd flirt with a girl that's as flat as a boa-"

He just knew it was coming, but her Maka-chops always hurt like hell.

Well, at least he knew her enough to know when she'd hit him. Her buttons were so easy to push.

He smiled at her angry face. She relaxed and grinned back.

"Hey, Maka," he said suddenly, smirking.

She raised an eyebrow, instantly wary of that smirk. "Yeah?"

"Could you get off my lap?"

She blushed heavily, realizing they were still in a rather compromising position. "Ah- right."

"How long were you planning to stay there?" he continued taunting, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet you wanted to sit there all day!"

"Sh-shut up!"

"I bet you're enjoying this!"

"You know what? I take back what I said earlier. You suck."

He cracked up, then, "Maka."

"What?"

"You're still on my lap."

She practically jumped off of him, only causing him to howl with laughter. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable and then we can watch a movie," she humph-ed and stalked away.

His chuckles finally dying down, Soul flipped through the channels on TV, trying to see if there was anything worth watching. His mind, however, had different ideas. He couldn't help it as his thoughts drifted and he wondered if he and Maka would ever reach a point in their life where they would actually be doing that…

Maka walked back into the living room, now dressed in short shorts and a t-shirt. She looked her weapon strangely. "Soul, why is your nose bleeding?"

He blushed.

Well, damn. Not cool.

x.X.x

AN- Yay! Finished!
I wasn't very sure about the ending; it just kinda wrote itself. ^^;
Anyway, I hope you all like this! I enjoyed writing it! Oh, and if anyone reading this likes Death Note, I've also written a few of these 100 Themes under that fandom. Check them out if you have a chance! ;D

Thanks for reading and review!! 8D