Keys

he put his fingers over mine indicating the keys he wanted me to play.

I could feel his breath, hot on the side of my neck as he gently pushed one of my fingers making a low sound hum through out the room. He continued to gently push my fingers in turn playing a melody with my finger tips, his white hair falling ever so slightly over his beautiful red eyes.

After he had finished the melody he had been teaching me he got up.

"where are you going?" I asked a little disappointed we weren't continuing with my lesson.

"to get something to drink, you want any thing?" He asked in that casual tone he used so often.

"ya, sure. Some juice please." I asked politely feeling my pony tails bounce a little at my sudden nod.

"Kay." soul said walking to the kitchen.

I continued to sit on the bench of the piano, I had gotten him on a whim the other day; remembering the warmth from his fingers over mine and the hum from the keys vibrating the air around me.

'no wonder soul liked playing the piano.' I thought. 'it's wonderful.' I said to myself not knowing any other way to put it.

Funny with me being so intelligent but being left speechless at a small wonder as this.

But maybe my wistfulness was more for the person who played the instrument then the small baby grand in front of me.

I was thoroughly perplexed by this thought but was unable to think over it any more because soul came back into the room at that moment holding two glasses in his hands. He handed me mine and proseded over to the couch. He flopped down like always getting confterbal and looked at me over the rim of his glass as he took a drink.

"ya know, its not cool to practice and not relax during brakes. You'll just get tired quicker then if you relax." he said calmly.

I looked at him with a frown, not understanding what he meant at first, then noticed I was still siting stiff backed on the piano bench. I jumped up and went over to sit in the chair opposite the couch feeling my cheeks turning red as I did so.

Soul looked at me a second longer then went back to laying his head on the arm of the couch with his eyes closed.

I knew I was staring but for some reason I couldn't look away as soul drifted asleep.

'he looks so peaceful in his sleep.' I thought then brushed it away not wanting to delve into my emotions.

As soul slept a peice of his hair fell into his face and made his brow cress in irritation. He blew at the culprit but each time It would just simply fall back in place. With out thinking I reached over and moved the strands and this made souls eyes open.

I hadn't realized how close I had gotten till I felt his worm breath on my face and saw those red eyes right in front of me. But still I didn't move away instead I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips brushed over his like my fingers over the piano keys, sloppy at first but but then soul started to kiss me back causing the melody to pick up in tempo, then we both drew back and looked at each other.

Looking into souls eyes was like seeing the world in a hole new light. It was beautiful and graceful just as it had been while playing the keys of the piano.

We sat like this for a little longer then I started to get up.

"I'm sorry I..."

I wasn't able to finish because soul had stood as well grabbing me by the waist and puling me to him.

"maka you really need to learn to shut up." he said then lent his head down kissing me yet again. But this time more firsly, more possessively, and I didn't mind. I kissed him back matching him stroke for stroke, starting a howl new melody one with a fast, dark, and passionate tempo.

He played the melody through me just as when he had had his fingers over mine to play the keys.

The end