First Soul Eater story, but I love this show/manga so much it'd be impossible not to write fics for it. Don't own anything obviously. Enjoy!

1:47am. That's what his clock said. Why the hell was he awake right now? He'd z-been asleep moments before. Now he was awake and he felt as if it were because something was wrong. Was it something he'd dreamed? He couldn't remember now that he was awake.

Sitting up, he decided that if he were already awake he may as well get something to drink. Dragging himself out of bed Soul made his way to his bedroom door and stumbled down the hall towards the kitchen. Upon reaching the end of the hallway he froze at the sight in front of him.

Oh, Soul thought, this is what's wrong.

Maka was sitting alone at their kitchen table. She was slumped forward against the table in her flannel pajamas with her face in her hands. The lights were off, and she didn't appear to notice that Soul had entered.

He walked closer to the table until he stood about two feet away. His meister still hadn't noticed him. "Maka," he called quietly. She started upright and stared at him. "What're you doing up?" he asked now that he had her attention.

She continued to stare at him and he noticed that her breathing started getting irregular as she did. Was it his imagination or were her eyes starting to look wet? "Hey, are you alright?" She was beginning to worry him.

Suddenly, she stood up and threw arms around him.

"Whoa, Maka! What…?" He trailed off. She was shaking. Why was she shaking? Her head rested against his shoulder and he heard her make a soft sniffling sound. He felt a slight dampness begin to soak through his t-shirt. She was crying. Maka was crying. As soon as he came to this realization one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer and his other hand moved to the back of her neck. She began to let out small sobs and he rubbed soothing circles against her neck with his thumb. "Shh…" He whispered. "It's alright."

For several minutes he held her as she cried. When Maka's sobbing quieted a bit Soul ventured a question. "What happened?"

"Nightmare," she hiccupped out. "Everyone was dead. There were bodies everywhere and I tripped. W-when I turned to look it was you. I tripped over your body Soul. You were… laying in a pool of blood and…" Her voice shook and she started crying harder again. He tightened his grip on her. "It was so real Soul. I woke up and I really wasn't sure if you-"

"Shush," He interrupted. "I'm fine. Nobody's dead. It was just a dream Maka, you're alright." He let her cry herself out in his arms.

When she finally stopped he carefully asked "Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks," she said with another little sniffle.

"Good." He started to pull away but Maka held on.

"Wait, Soul." She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Can we please… stay like this? Just a little longer?" She was blushing as she asked, but there was a sort of desperation in her eyes.

He smiled. "Sure Maka, no problem."

She sighed with evident relief and returned her face to the crook of his neck. "Thank you," she mumbled.

They stood in the dark kitchen holding on to each other. Soul soon began to realize that he liked this. He liked the way she fit against his body, the feel of her breathing, her heart beat against his chest. Why didn't they do this more often? Because we're just friends, he answered his own question. This was the sort of thing a boyfriend did with his girlfriend. Maka was the closest friend he'd ever had, but he was fairly sure she didn't think of him as anything more than that. Then again, she's the one who wants me to hold her right now.

Maybe she did like him more than he thought. This certainly wouldn't be an appropriate time to ask. But we can take baby steps, he told himself.

He slowly pulled away and took Maka's hand in his. "Come with me." He pulled her in the direction of their living room as she gave him a confused look.

"Soul what are you-?"

"Shush." He told her again. He led her over to the couch and sat down with his back against the armrest and his legs spread across the cushions. Just when it looked like she was about to question him again, Soul pulled Maka into his lap. She gave startled squeak. She was now laying with her head and back against his chest, her legs resting between his.

"Comfortable?" Soul spoke directly into Maka's ear and she nearly shivered. She nodded as a massive blush spread across her cheeks. "Good." He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer still and rested his chin on top of her head. He sighed and blurted out "Your hair smells nice." That didn't sound very cool, he thought a moment too late.

"Thank you," Maka responded quietly, her blush getting worse. What exactly were they doing?

"Anyway, go to sleep now. You can't have any dreams about me being dead if you can feel that I'm right here." He leaned forward to look at her face with a smile and asked "Right?"

She stared at him for a moment before a slow smile spread across her features as well. "That actually makes sense. Thank you Soul."

"Any time." He felt her relax against him and smiled wider, replacing his head atop hers. "Goodnight Maka."

"Goodnight Soul."

In a matter of minutes they had fallen into a peaceful slumber and their small apartment was silent once more.

Blair woke with a stretch on Maka's bed the next morning. She turned to find that the girl hadn't returned to her bed. She woke Blair up the night before saying "Just a dream, go back to sleep," and then leaving the room.

She shrugged, leaped lightly off the bed, and wandered down the hall in cat form. She strolled into the living room and stopped. Her slit pupils widened at what she saw. Soul and Maka were sound asleep on the couch. Soul's arms were wrapped firmly around his meister's waist as she slept in his lap, head resting on his chest with a peaceful smile on her face.

The cat grinned mischievously. "Meahahahahow. Camera, Blair needs to find a camera." She sprinted down the hall and came back minutes later in human form with the object she was looking for. She snapped a perfect picture of the two and laughed to herself. She was going to have so much fun with this.

Oh, Blair. I've noticed with most Soul and Maka fics the authors tend to forget that Blair lives in their apartment. If you want her out of the way just mention that she's at work or something, but don't ignore her entire existence. So I wanted to make sure she was involved in this one. Probably gonna make this a two-shot. I've got a basic idea for a funny second chapter. I think from the end you can guess where the story would go. ;P Anyway, reviews are loved, hope you liked it.