Lake House

Okay, so I know this is a slightly short chapter, but it's kinda just a prologue chapter really so the next chapter will be longer ^-^ or at least I'll try to make it longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater… though I believe that's kind of obvious as I wouldn't be writing this if I did lol

Enjoy!

Soul woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing from desk next to his bed. It was late and he considered ignoring it, but he knew that if he did whoever it was could possibly call the house and wake Maka, and Maka got really grumpy when she was tired.

Glancing at his cell, he saw that it was Black Star and answered it, his voice groggy from sleep, "Yeah?"

"HEY!" Black Star yelled into the phone's receiver.

"Dude, not so loud," he groaned, glancing at the clock on his desk as he sat up in his bed, "it's 4 in the morning…"

"Oh," Black Star said, "I just wanted to tell you that I, the great Black Star, am going to a lake house for vacation!" He bragged.

Soul could already picture him standing on his kitchen table, his chest puffed out proudly and his nostrils flaring out like they always did when he was boasting.

There was a crash in the back ground, and Soul could hear Tsubaki's voice on the other end.

"Black Star!" she called, "Please, get off the table, we eat there!"

"Alright, alright," Black Star sighed.

There was a thump—probably him jumping off the table—and he was back on the phone, "So anyways, isn't that awesome!?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Soul asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"It's Tsubaki's lake house and she said you and Maka are invited, Kid, Liz, and Patty are coming too." He finished.

"Oh, cool," the sleepy albino yawned, "just one thing…"

"What is it?" Black Star asked.

"You called at 4 in the morning," Soul growled crankily, "just to tell me that, when you could've called to say something about it when the sun was up like a normal person?!"

"I AM NOT A NORMAL PERSON, I AM BLACK STAR!" he yelled, "and besides… I just now remembered." he said carelessly.

"…"

"Hello?" he asked when Soul didn't answer, "Heeelllloooo?"

"…there's something wrong with you, Black Star…"

"I know…" he sighed happily, "I'm just too perfect…"

Soul chuckled, deciding to go with it, "So anyway, why'd Tsubaki's parents offer to let us stay in their lake house?"

"I don't really know," Black Star said, "they just called us up yesterday and said they were thinking, since it's our vacation and stuff, they'd let Tsubaki use the lake house and said that she could invite some of her friends over, but only a few 'cause the house only has a few guest rooms."

Oh yeah… vacation started today. Lord Death had given the next two or three weeks off from school for all the members of Spartoi since they had worked so hard lately.

Soul let out another yawn, "Oh, cool…well, I gotta go, I'm gonna go back asleep…"

"OF COURSE," Black Star exclaimed and Soul guessed he was probably grinning on the other end, "I DON'T WANT ONE OF MY MOST LOYAL SUBJECTS TO BE TIRED WHEN ALL MY AWESOMNESS COMES OVER TOMORROW!"

Closing his phone Soul let out a sigh and flopped back onto his bed starring up at the ceiling tiredly. It was quiet throughout the house and he started thinking.

This lake house thing could be fun, lake houses were cool, right?

He might go, but only if Maka went… if Maka didn't go then he didn't go either. She was his Meister; he couldn't leave his Meister, what if something happened to her? He'd never forgive himself… but then again even if they weren't partners—no matter how much that thought made him sick to his stomach—he still didn't feel like he'd be as happy or have as much fun without her being there…

Here lately he'd been… noticing Maka a lot, not the kind of noticing like hey-when-did-that-get-there? Like you'd do with a long lost sock, but the kind of noticing like no-matter-what-she's-doing-it seems-to-be-the-most-fascinating-or-amazing-thing-ever.

He kept thinking about her more and more. About how much he wanted her to be happy and about how cute she was at times and pretty much anything could remind him of her.

This thing, whatever it is, started out small and it seemed to grow a little more every day, at first it wasn't even noticeable, but… by the time Soul became a death scythe it had grown to the size of a blimp and could be ignored no longer.

It was confusing and stupid and totally uncool… maybe he'll ask Black Star about it.

He was going to be spending the night along with Kid tonight anyways, because Maka and Tsubaki were going to spend the night at Kid's with Liz and Patty.

~Time Skip: five hours later~

"Soul, get up." Maka said walking into his room.

"No…I don't wanna…" he groaned, burying his face into the pillow.

"Soul, your breakfast is ready, either you get up and eat it or I'll give it to Blair." She sighed crossing her arms. But Soul knew she was faking it. At least he hoped she was…

When he only grunted in reply she got frustrated.

"Soul, get up now!" she commanded. It still didn't work.

"No!" he growled throwing the covers over his head.

"Soul, I said now!" she echoed herself, stomping over to his bed grabbing for the covers, probably to pull them off him.

As her hand grabbed the covers, however, he grabbed her wrist pulling her under the covers and onto the bed next to him, making her squeak in surprise. He could see the small blush that grew on her cheeks.

"Let me sleep," he pleaded nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

"No." she said, fighting to hold in a smile at his cute and unusual behavior.

"Please?"

"No." she insisted, giving up and grinning.

His grip around her waist tightened, "But I didn't get much sleep last night…" he whined.

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say as her mood changed instantaneously.

"So? It's not my fault you're getting phone calls in the middle of the night!" she snapped, "Now get up!"

She was the only person Soul could think of that would be able to smile one moment and completely yell the next… and somehow she made it look cute.

"Fine," he grumbled letting go of her and trudging from his room to the kitchen, knowing that if he pushed her too much she might come at him with a book.

When they sat down to breakfast he told her about the lake house and being invited to stay there for the majority of their vacation, it sounded fun, but for some reason she acted like she didn't want to go.

"I don't think I'll go…" she said, sitting at the kitchen table, she'd barely touched her food.

"What? Why not?" he asked, "It sounds cool to me, it's on a lake."

"But—" she started.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he encouraged her.

"No, I don't think so…" she sighed shaking her head.

"Awe come on, Maka, don't be uncool," the death scythe persisted, nudging her with his foot from under the table. It wasn't a very small table, but it wasn't big either, so his foot could easily reach her and if he stretched out his leg completely his foot would be at her thigh.

"Soul, will you quite that," she groaned in annoyance, kicking his foot away roughly, but he was persistent, his foot just coming right back to the spot it had been before to her aggravation.

"No," he smirked, nudging his bare foot against hers again, "not until you agree to go to Tsubaki's lake house with me."

She scowled, kicking him again, "Soul, I said I didn't want to go."

"But, Maka~" he drawled, nudging his foot up a little higher on her leg this time, "I want you to go."

"Soul," she growled, her leg trying to squirm away from him.

"Maka," he mocked, continuing to gently rub against her leg.

"I'm not going," she insisted stubbornly.

He casually leaned on the table, propping his head up in his hands and resting his elbows on the table, his foot playfully sliding higher on her leg.

"I'm not coming," she vowed.

"I can make you come, if you want," his foot gliding over the skin of her leg as he smiled innocently—or tried to anyway, with his sharp teeth it was hard to make any kind of smile look particularly innocent.

The next second her book was in his face and Soul was on the floor in pain.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he groaned.

"No," she said jumping out of her chair and storming out of the room.

Alright, so I should probably tell you that I was trying to write them playing footsie just now, I mean I've played footsie before but I've never written or described it before, so yeah I know I probably messed describing it up a little... but hey I'll just have to practice more or something, right? :)

Hope you enjoyed and please review, I'd love to know what you think!