Author's Note:
Well this is my first time actually posting on here. Normally I write original stories, but I do occasionally write fan fictions on the side. This is one that I have a whole story laid out for, and I already have a few chapters written. So I guess if you want to critique or review that would be great!
These characters do not belong to me, nor does the anime/manga Soul Eater.
A soft breeze drifted through the open window, making the light violet curtains sway to and fro. A flower pot sat on the ledge, and in the center grew a small bud which only a few leaves extended from its stem. The only noises were that of the low moan of a ceiling fan, which spun round lazily, and the snoring of a teenage boy. The boy was barely visible under the covers in which he was buried in and the only hint of him being there was the fact that his white hair stuck out. Next to him the bed was neatly made, pillow fluffed and sheets tucked in.
The ringing of the alarm clock woke the boy almost instantly. Realizing it was just the alarm however; he slammed his fist down on it, and burrowed back into a comfortable position.
"Soul!" a voice called softly into the bedroom, "I made you some breakfast, but you better hurry and eat it, schools soon."
Soul pulled his pillow over his head, ignoring the young girl.
The clock ticked away in the kitchen as more time passed.
"SOUL!"
When no reply came, the girl let out a sigh and stomped into the room, muttering how the boy was a lazy sack of bones.
Standing beside him, she bent down and pryed the pillow out of his hands. "come on Soul we're going to be late for school!"
Opening one eye, Soul frowned, "And there's something wrong with that?"
"Of course! If we're late we could get in BIG trouble."
He merely laughed, rapping an arm around her waist he pulled her onto the bed so she sat beside him.
"Soul I'm being serious." She said flatly. But the more he stared at her with his red eyes, the more she felt like smiling.
"I know you're being serious," he said, slowly starting to smile, "when are you NOT serious?"
"What? I'm not always serious." she pouted slightly, "I mean I joke around... Right?"
He laughed a deep laugh that echoed in the room. She couldn't help but smile as he replied, " Of course, you goof." When he said the last word he brushed his hand gently across her cheek. At the touch of his skin she shivered slightly, her face beginning to burn. As she pulled back she realized she often felt that way when he touched her. It was a mix between wanting to yank away as quickly as possible, and wanting to touch more.
Having a father who cheated left and right did that to you though. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help but think all men were the same. Even her boyfriend.
"Maka are you okay?" he asked it with so much concern in his voice she automatically felt guilty.
"Fine!" She smiled at him, then stood up, "Come on, your eggs will get cold!"
He nodded and stood up, going into the other room
Maka sighed. Walking over to the window, she leaned her elbows against it and stared down at the little bud.
"You and me both have a long way to go, don't we?"
Thanks for reading! R&R please!