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Chapter 1: Introduction
Life always starts with a seed. The seed needs to be nurtured with water and sunlight in order to grow into a bud. As the bud grows, it will eventually become a flower. And that flower, eventually will make more flowers until it dies.
I was up at 6:00 AM to go to work as a teacher at DWMA. Normal. The only thing not normal was that Maka wasn't next to me in bed. Where could she have gone? I rolled around in bed, wondering if she was making me a good breakfast. Or maybe she couldn't sleep well and decided to read next to the lamp I the living room! With my curiosity quickly rising, I threw off the blanket and slipped my feet into my s ripped, worn out pair of slippers. I trudged into the living room to see an abnormal scene. Maka was holding a small shovel, and had planted a couple of pansies in that abandoned window box. What holiday was it?
"Maka?" I asked, half asleep.
"Yes, Soul?" she asks, looking up from her work to discover that I was awake. She set down her small shovel and came over to me to kiss me gently, "Good morning!"
"Yeah…." I answer simply, "You were gardening?"
She looked at me with these innocent eyes, almost as if I accused her and she wanted to convince me like it wasn't her. Her soft emerald eyes wandered over to the gardened window box, then back at me, "Yes… Do you like it?"
"Sure…" I answered uneasily, not able to come up with anything better. I felt Maka's shy fingers play with my wedding ring. Yeah, we were married, "When's breakfast?"
"Now, I made you some coffee," She led me to the kitchen and gave me a seat, "I also put some into a thermos so you can drink it at school."
"That's cool… but no food?" I replied, obviously disappointed.
"Want a waffle?" She took out the Eggo box from the freezer and handed it to me. I dug through to finally pull out a frozen waffle- actually, two- and pop it into the toaster. It was such a regular morning, except there was an unanswered question hanging heavy in the air. Why was Maka gardening?
After eating my waffle and drinking my coffee, I grabbed my bag and my thermos and left for work. I usually took my motorcycle, so I went with the flow to make this day as normal as it can be, but from outside, I looked up to see the cared for window box that had nothing to hold just yesterday.
"Good morning, students!" I greeted the class. The class consisted of mostly young teens like 13, 14, and the oldest being 15 year olds. The chatter in the class room turned into silence.
"Hi, Mr. Soul!" They answered in reply. Normally, a teacher would be called Mr. or Mrs. and then their last name. But since I despise my family, I don't let my students call me Mr. Evans. And since I named myself Soul Eater, most people would then turn to the name Mr. Eater, which sounds retarded. So, my students call me by my first name, Mr. Soul. I also would respond to Mr. Albarn, but barely anyone calls me that.
"Um… so… today we'll be learning about witches, or how they could be defeated," I started, straightening out papers on my desk, "When we adapted the ability to sense souls, they adapted Soul Protect. Anyone want to tell me what that is?"
The room fell silent, probably because teens weren't as excited about answering questions than 3 year olds. I waited for a hand to fly up, but all hands remained at the students' sides. My foot began to tap. Hands started to rise, and my cell began to ring.
Picking up my cell, I said, "Hello?"
"Where did we put that watering can we had like, a 1000 years ago?" Maka replied at the other end.
"Maka! I'm in the middle of class!" I hissed, hearing students start to chuckle behind me.
"Just tell me really quick!" She pleaded.
"I don't know where it is!" I said, earning more laughs form the class.
"Where do you think it is? If you don't tell me, I'll divorce you!" Maka joked.
"Yeah! Divorce me because I don't know where the damn watering can is!" I teased back. The class was now howling with laughter.
"You know what? I'm going to buy a new one!" Maka declared.
"Good idea! You go do that! Bye!" I said.
"Bye! Love you!" She said.
"Love you too, bye!" I said, disconnecting the call. I turned toward the students, and sighed.
It's been a week, and I had enough of Maka's gardening obsessions. She stopped making me coffee, and stopped offering me breakfast. She always gets up before me, too. I wish I could still wake up before her. It was nice to just wake up and feel her warm body clinging to mine. And it was nice to wake her up with a kiss every day. And once she was awake, it was nice to see her smile up at me sleepily, and kiss me again. It was all so nice, but what happened?
Those damn pansies are what happened, alright. They need to go! I've had enough! Maka's married to me not those flowers, yet she gives them all her attention! Ugh…
One day, I gathered up my courage, and while Maka wasn't looking, I ripped the flowers from the window box, and threw them to the sidewalk below. Those flowers couldn't steal my Maka now! Never… They can never steal her again. They shouldn't even have come. And now, I made them leave. For a few seconds, I felt relieved, almost refreshed. But then, I felt regret. Maka liked those flowers for a reason…. What would she do if she found out they were gone? I left the room as Maka walked in.
"The flowers!" She exclaimed. I knew she had started to cry. But I needed to do so. I saw her reading a gardening magazine earlier. No one close to me, especially married to me, will ignore me with a freakin' gardening magazine.
"Sorry…" I mumbled under my breath. I wanted to say it, but I didn't want to be heard. Unfortunately, I was heard. I held my breath, waiting for a book to collide with my head in a 'Maka Chop', but no 'Maka Chop' came. Only soft weeps could be heard. I turned to look at her. My little Maka.
"Why would you, Soul?" She sobbed, "Why would you kill the pansies?"
I was speechless, guilt stopping me from talking. But I found my speech and said, "I had to! You cared about those fuckin' flowers more than your own husband!"
"You don't understand, Soul! You don't know!" She wept, occasionally wiping her nose with her sleeve, "You know my mom?"
My eyes became wide at the question, "Yeah…"
"While she was traveling in Canada, she died!" Maka cried harder. I was speechless once again, not believing what I just heard. Her mother died? But… whatever. How did this have anything to do with those flowers?
"Oh, Maka, I'm sorry!" I hugged my shaking girl. She hugged me back. She lifted her head to kiss me, and I kissed her. It was nice to kiss her again. Very nice, in fact. But I knew she must be really sad. She was only 20, but her father abandoned her for other women, her mother, too, left her, and then died. This must be such a hard time for Maka.
"And pansies were my mother's favorite flower!" Maka whispered, "So, I decided to plant some in her memory. But you killed them."
"I'm sorry…" I said. Guilt, regret, and misery all built up inside of me. I felt REALLY bad for what I did.
"But I'm sorry for caring for you less. I never meant it to hurt you!" Maka hugged me tighter. I felt better.
The next day, we went to buy new pansies, and I helped her plant them, too. She also didn't wake up before me. She made me coffee. And she offered me breakfast. Everything was better. But, of course, there was one problem. She had a worried face on all the time. It wasn't a kind of troubled face that you would wear if someone died. It wasn't the kind of anxious face. It was almost scared. Almost frightened of an outcome of something. I had no idea what it was. So, I ignored it.
"Mr. Soul?" A student named Sally asked me.
"Yes, Sally?" I answer politely.
"I have something to ask you?" Sally shifted uncomfortably in her seat. All the students' eyes were on her. Everybody was curious.
"Go ahead." I said.
"What happens if your partner… dies…?" She said the last word weakly. She burst into tears afterwards. I went over to her and patted her back. It was true, that Sally's partner had died. We've lost many people this year. I thought of what would happen if Maka died. No! If her life ended, so would mine. No matter what, I can't live without Maka. She usually worked at the DWMA close to me. But she only worked part-time. She worked as a substitute teacher and also a secretary for Shinigami. If I couldn't see her pretty face every day, that would be the end of me. I would kill myself. I could feel how Sally felt, in a way at least.
"I'm really sad that he died, too… I know you guys shared more than just a weapon-meister relationship." I sighed. I felt pain in my heart saying these words. If her weapon didn't die, they might have ended up like Maka and me. I hugged Sally tight. She wept into my shoulder just like Maka did last night.
*RINGGGGGGGGG* the bell rang. (A/N: The bell at my school is super annoying! It lasts for 15 seconds! That's a quarter of a minute! The teachers are always annoyed… XD)
The next day, I woke up. I turned toward Maka, and leaned into kiss her. But Maka was not there. No one was next to me. I felt anger rising. Did those damn flowers take over my Maka? I felt like killing someone. Jumping out of bed and pulling on my slippers, I ran over to the living room, looking toward the window box. But Maka wasn't there, either. I turned toward the kitchen. Not there. Where was she? I walked into the kitchen angrily, and noticed a small note placed on the table.
Soul
I left for the doctor's. I didn't make coffee. Just bear with it. The waffles are still in the freezer if you want some, but we ran out of maple syrup yesterday! I'm sorry!
Maka
I read the note carefully once again. She went to the doctor's? Why? Was she sick? Was that why she wore that horribly worried face? Was that why? Questions filled my mind. I was worried then. Very worried. I glanced at the time. 6:30 AM. Great! I had an out and a half before school starts!
Still worried about Maka, I dressed into my everyday clothing: A black dress shirt with the sleeves always rolled up to my elbows, my black thin headband, black dress pants, and polished leather shoes. My tie was black with an orange soul at the bottom.
It was 7:00 AM when Maka returned home. She smiled at me weakly. This was gonna be bad!
"Soul? Let's talk…" She pulled me onto the couch across from her.
"Um…sure…" I said. She wants to talk on the couch! This is not good! Not good, I say!
"Okay, Um…" She looked for words, "Well, Life always starts with a seed. The seed needs to be nurtured with water and sunlight in order to grow into a bud. As the bud grows, it will eventually become a flower. And that flower, eventually will make more flowers until it dies."
"What?" I blanked out. She just told me a plant's life cycle. This was not Maka. This was not in my book of What Does It Mean If Maka Does This?
"What I'm saying is each female human has an egg! That egg is the seed!" Maka explained, now frustrated.
"I don't get it." I said.
"UGH! What is there not to get? The egg is the seed! Your fuckin' sperm is the sunlight and water! We made a flower! I'M PREGNANT, YOU DOPE!" Maka shouted at me.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" I exclaimed. And then I passed out.
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There are exactly 11 chapters in this fanfiction, just so you know!
Chapter 1: Introduction
Chapter 2: Month 1
Chapter 3: Month 2
Chapter 4: Month 3
Chapter 5: Month 4
Chapter 6: Month 5
Chapter 7: Month 6
Chapter 8: Month 7
Chapter 9: Month 8
Chapter 10: Month 9
Chapter 11: Epilogue
Oh, and that Sally student was just some random filler. Okay, this story has no OC's!
I hope you read Chapter 2!