Changes in the Heart and Soul
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER IN ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM, THE ONLY THING THAT I OWN IS MY WRITING AND ITS STYLE THAT I HAVE ACUMULATED FOR MYSELF. THIS IS MY VERY FIRST FAN FIC. R&R PLEASE, THANK YOU. ^~^
Plot Summary: The story takes place after Soul has his break down when he and Maka go to Russia to investigate the black spheres that is spreading madness. After confronting his issues and coming back from his insanity in a "Cool Guy" kind of way, he is left thinking on how he can control the power of his new weapon form that has reappeared in his dreams on how to control it to use it to his extent, and possibly Maka's. Soul confronts his true feelings to Maka about how the demon question of "who he was" and how that brought him out of his state of madness.
Maka awoke with a strange feeling gripping her heart. She felt Soul's wavelength quiver with anxiety unbeknown to her. Worried, she slowly making her way to his door to check on him but only to stop half way, unsure of how he would react; Soul has been acting weird since the incident in Russia caused his black blood to run wild, and consume him in its madness. The nerve he had to come back in the
nonchalant way and say "That's just the kind of person of who he was", and the look he gave everyone said that he didn't do anything wrong pissed Maka off to high hell. However Maka never knew just how frighten Soul had felt because he almost lost himself to his own demons that screamed at him from every corner of his damnable wicked mind.
Taking a breath, Maka slowly opened his door to find Soul twisted in his sheets panting, sweating, and looking extremely pale instead of his usually tanned skin gleaming in the moon light. Inching her way over to his bed, Maka lowered her head down to peer over top of him. Slowly she shook him awake.
"Soul, Soul. Wake up Soul. Come on, get up." Maka said lightly with a tent of worry within her voice. His eyes burst open. Maka heard him intake a sharp of breath before he bolted upright in bed while smacking Maka's head against his own. Clutching his head, Soul mumbled a curse here in there before straitening back out to look at Maka. "Sorry."
He murmured to her. "So'kay, you doing alright? Your wavelength feels like it's in turmoil."
Maka added lightly while rubbing her own head. Soul looked at her with a calm gaze. Knowing him Maka thought to herself; he's probably going to hide his emotions from me as usual. Sighing he lies back down in his pillow looking back at her.
"Just… I'm anxious. That's all." He said while a small twitch of his lips to the right side of his face. "Hey what time is it?" he asks after
Maka stared at him for a bit. "Oh well it's…" Maka said while looking at his clock. "A quarter to Six. Do you want to get up and start the day a little early?" She asked him while sitting on the side of his bed. "Might as well." He continued. "Come on Tiny Tits, move you, and your fat ankles out'ta my way so I can get clothes for a shower." He said while nudging her with his right knee. Striking a nerve in Maka, Soul ended up with a new bruise forming on his stomach from one of her vicious punches. Maka walks out of his room mumbling "stupid Soul" and, "I don't have fat ankles you JUST have a fat head." It takes Soul a few minutes before he can fully get out of the bed.
Knowing exactly what he is going to wear, he grabs his towel from behind his door and shuffles to the bathroom, only to find the door to it closed. Knocking would be useless because he knows who is in there. "Come on Maka, that's not fair you know that I was getting in their first." He drawled out in his sleepy voice. "Well maybe you should learn not to piss off your roommate, and to get up when you tell someone to move, so you can get your stuff together to get in here." Maka barked at him.
Sighing, Soul tosses his towel back in his bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen to pull out some eggs and bacon. Knowing his meister, Maka would end up making him make his own breakfast since he pissed her off so early in the morning; while frying the bacon, Soul decided to make enough for Maka to have some, just to get back on her good side. "It's been over Twenty minutes and Maka still hasn't come out of the bathroom." Soul thought to himself while eating the rest of his bacon and placing the plate on the living room coffee table. Leaning back into the couch Soul thinks back of the dream he was having.
He felt invincible. He felt the actual powers of a death-scythe for once filling his right arm, slowly turning from sickle blade into that glorious keyboard he desired it to be. Smooth ivory keys that his own body made fills him with such an ego induced pleasure, that it surprises him that he feels like how Black*Star feels when he's boasting about surpassing the God's and such nonsense. Soul dreams of how he can finally protect Maka from any kind of rash behaviors she tends to get herself into, while fighting a tough opponent for that matter. Soul outstretches his arm at a 90 degree angle and wills his arm to be that curvaceous red and black scythe blade that slowly morphs into the keyboard that he wants to play at will at anytime.
Lost in thought Soul never realized that Maka had finally came out of the bathroom and was making her way to the kitchen because she had smelled the delicious sent of bacon. She grabs the plate Soul had made for her and sets it down on the table whilst looking into the living room seeing soul slouched on the couch with his eyes closed. Either he fell back a sleep waiting for her to finish her shower, or he was thinking so hard he was actually frying brain cells within the process. Snickering to that thought she leans against the counter and begins to dig into the salty taste of bacon. Soul cracks an eye open once he hears the running of water from within the kitchen.
"So does this mean I can finally get my shower?" He drawls while looking over in Maka's direction. "Yeah, hurry up though. I want to go to the grocery store so we have food for the next month, unless you want to live on cup of noodles and packaged Ramen. She stated matter of factley. "Tch, yeah. We'll do what you want." Soul called while heading into the bathroom for his shower.
"Soul, what kind of juice do you want?" "Eh, why not apple" "Alright, and I'll get some strawberry Banana juice", Maka said while placing the two cartons of juice into there over stuffed basket. "Hey Soul, do you need any more shampoo? I just bought some last month, but I think I keep using more than I should." "Yeah, actually can you pick me some up. I ran out a couple weeks ago. That's also the reason why your shampoo is hardly holding up, also Blair keeps using at as well."
"WHAT! Why can't you guy's leave my stuff alone?" Maka screeched at him. Plunging his pinky into his right ear and swiveling it around, Soul grunts and walks away from Maka while heading to the hygienic section of the grocery store. "Look calm down Maka. You're being uncool right now. If you like I'll buy you an extra bottle just in case something like this ever happens again." "Uhg, that's not the point Soul. The reason I'm upset is because you guy's used my shampoo without asking ME. YOU EXPECIALLY! Find your OWN shampoo and use IT, not MINE!" Maka said while grabbing a bottle of cinnamon and apple scented shampoo, while plucking Irish Spring for Soul.
Halfway ignoring her, Soul was busy glancing at the different body washes debating whether or not to get a liquid soap, or a bar of soap. Puffing her cheeks out Maka makes the decision for him and grabs a bottle of liquid and tosses it into the cart. "Come on Soul, lets pay for the food and go home to put the rest of this stuff away." Gazing at her lazily he follows without argument.
"Thank you for shopping with us today, please come again", and overly perky blond cashier calls out to Maka and Soul as they gather up their things. Soul nods in her direction while picking up the bags full of fruit, canned goods, and the milk and juice. While Maka replies okay and takes the bread, and deli meat, and various other items, followed by the bath items. She giggles and winks in Soul's direction completely disregarding Maka's verbal acknowledge.
Soul shaking his head knowing that his meister is going to brood about this later, he takes the initiative to tell her that she should have been thanked her instead of that girl flirting with him. "Whatever Soul!" Maka says darkly under her breath. "Come on Maka, you know girls like that make me want to slice them because they act so much like Blair."
"Sure they do?"
"Maka, would I ever lie to you?"
"I don't know Soul, you seem to lie about how every time you cook the food gets burnt and then we have to eat take out on the those days."
"Ech, like I said cool guys don't lie about serious things to their partners Maka. That's a completely and utterly useless thing to do. Why? Because why would I want to screw up what took me so long to get too at this point, just to start all over again?" Soul asked her in a serious tone that makes Maka shiver unexpectedly.
"I don't know Soul! If you don't lie, why can't you tell me about the dream you had this morning. You're pretty much lying to me by saying that you're alright, and that there is nothing for me to worry about but myself, while you're in the bed suffering from some nightmare of some sort." She huffed while opening our apartment door.
This was not cool. It's either I tell her how I feel, and then get Maka Chopped because of it, or keep my trap shut until my subconscious is leaking my feelings into my soul wavelength, and wakes her up during the night because of it; then to get Maka Chopped because I didn't "Tell Her" why I was depressed, angry, or whatever reason she thinks of the way I am acting that day that sets her off. "Maka if it makes you happy… Yes, I will tell you what's wrong… It's just that… I haven't quite came to terms of how I feel about it. Like I said earlier, I', anxious, that's all I know."
"Well, when you finally get the stick out of your butt let me know." She retorted before shoving my bath items into my chest.
A/N: So what do you guy's think? Continue, Discontinue? Be honest. I'm not the most gramaticaly correct person, but I truely want to know how my writting comes off as. Is it Pleasent to read, is it ledgable. Or is it dry and boring. I know it starts off a little slow... But I promise that I'll try and make it more interesting while I fiddle around with it! Thanks LOTS!
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