Always Closed
Summery: Maka ponders Soul's door and the what stands between them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. If I did, then Soul would be cuddling either BS, Kid, Stein, or some other acceptable male. And Spirit would be chasing Stein.
"memory talk"
memory
"quote"
"My door's always closed."
Maka remembers that moment, even as she stood before her partners door that night. She'd had a nightmare, and wanted to sleep with the Scythe. But Soul's door was closed. Just like always.
"Sometimes, walls are only made to see who would care enough to find a way over them." The thought struck her suddenly. Where had she heard it before? Her mind suddenly snapped to a conversation with Black Star and the others.
"But her door's always closed." She'd muttered. They were talking about Soul, of course. She had left to track down something to drink.
"So?" Black Star shrugged. He didn't see the big deal here. "It has a knob doesn't it?"
Maka gave him her blackest glare. Neighboring people backed away.
"Yes. Why?" She hissed venomously.
He shrugged again. "Doors were made to be opened. Your always welcome in a door with a handle." Everyone had stared at him. Did he just realize what he'd just said? They shook their heads and changed subjects.
Maka pondered on it for a while. Then she finally relaxed and smiled.
The door was always closed. But that didn't matter. Because it had a knob. And she could turn it.
She twisted the knob and the door slid open. She walked inside.
I hope you enjoyed this short little...thing. It haunted me for days. Please don't hate me for writing this instead of DLLaL or SP. AS always, please inform me of any problems, questions, or helpful critique. Flamers shall be deleted without the slightest glance. You have been warned.