Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out by now, Soul Eater is not mine. But please enjoy my story about him. :)
Strangely Fitting
By
Moonlit Showers
Maka was confusing.
It was a fact Soul had quickly learned to accept throughout his partnership with the straw-haired scythe meister. She was stubborn and determined; would fiercely face any challenge that would come to her, but sometimes she would do the strangest things.
Soul looked up from the magazine he was reading on the couch as Maka walked into the room and went straight to the bookshelf. Figuring she was searching for another book to devour, he glanced back down to the glossy pictures of giant motorcycles. He remembered the time Maka tried to steal his magazines away when she discovered they contained a decent amount of scantily clad women, but he managed to convince her that he read it for the content and not for the eye-candy. He sometimes wondered just how much Maka's Papa had affected her about that kind of stuff.
He was startled out of his musing by the sound of a large book hitting the floor. His red eyes widened in surprise as the position Maka was in heavily suggested that not only was she the cause of the book's descent, she had actually thrown it. The book was simple in design, the cover black with no visible title or author on the front of it.
"Oi," Soul frowned, "What did that book ever do to you?"
Maka didn't answer him. Instead, she raised a foot and kicked the book so hard it flew out the window, barely missing Soul's head. He glared at her as a dull thump was heard in the distance.
"What the hell, Maka?" he growled.
She locked blank emerald eyes on him and he was unnerved by how dull they appeared. It was as if he was staring at a lifeless doll. His eyebrows creased in concern.
"Maka?"
Instead of answering him, she slowly walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. Even though he didn't have Soul Perception, he could feel the waves of confusion and sadness emitting from his tech. He sighed softly, realizing to some extent what was causing Maka to feel this way. She had no problems battling enemy after enemy, but it was always the emotional things that tripped her up.
"Hey, Soul?" Maka asked quietly.
Soul shifted his eyes toward her and set his magazine down on his lap, "Yeah?"
She paused a moment, as she searched for the right words to say.
"Can love," she trailed off, biting her lip, "ever bring happiness?"
Silence fell at her question. Soul leaned back into the cushions, closing his eyes slightly.
"I'd," Soul smiled softly, fierce shouting and soul bonding along with images of record players and black dresses coming to mind, "like to believe it can."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Maka slowly reached out and grasped his hand in hers, squeezing gently. She looked toward the ground, her bangs obscuring her eyes from Soul's view. He could feel a slight tremor in her arm that vibrated through his fingers, so he tightened his grip. Their hands were like two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together to create something beautiful. Plus, it was warm.
Soul grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. Yes, his partner was one of the strangest creatures he'd ever met. But he couldn't imagine her any other way. It just wouldn't be cool.
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