"I guess now that you're a Death Scythe, we won't hardly see each other at all."
"Yeah, I guess not."
The pair stood atop one of the academy's many towers, watching the sun drool groggily in the distance. Tonight the sky was bright orange and a light wind floated through Death City. Resting her arms on the wall, Maka closed her eyes and struggled to remember the past few days. Everything had happened so fast... their fight with the witch, Soul becoming a Death Scythe, the party at the DWMA. It seemed like they had been moving non-stop, never having a moment alone. Sighing deeply, the meister opened her eyes and turned to find Soul staring at her, his white hair tousled in the breeze.
The weapon immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere, trying to cover his moment of weakness. In the past few months, his guard had slipped and his strictly-friend feelings for Maka had grown into something more. Every time he glanced at her he was struck by how lovely she was. She was no longer the curve-less, mediocre girl with fat ankles; to him, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Why were you staring at me?" Maka inquired, brow furrowing.
Soul shrugged, his leather jacket wrinkling, and looked back at his meister. He opened his mouth for a sarcastic reply, but none came. Meeting her emerald eyes, a sudden impulse swept over him, one he had felt before.
C'mon, this is your last chance, something urged him.
"Soul, are you okay?"
For the love of Death, just do it already.
He smirked. "Ah, what the crap." He surged forward, slid one hand behind her neck, placed the other on her back, and kissed her.
Maka's eyes flew open in surprise, a shriek catching in her throat with a garbled sound. All thoughts in her head melted away, leaving her dizzy and weightless. With her mind clouded, her emotions gained control, and within a few seconds she was kissing him back. A peculiar sensation filled her body, almost like the feeling of soul resonance, but much stronger and much sweeter. Her entire body tingled as she tangled her fingers into his soft, snowy hair and leaned into his chest. Soul wrapped his arms around her in return and pulled her even closer, as if he'd never let her go.
With a pang, Maka remembered that she needed oxygen and pulled away, gasping for air.
Soul touched his forehead to hers. "What's wrong?" He whispered, mildly irritated.
"I couldn't breathe," she replied.
Soul snorted, "Breathe through your nose, idiot," and pressed his lips against hers once more.
Lost in each other, the two kissed and kissed, years of unrealized and unpursued feelings pouring into their embrace. Below the tower, the majority of the academy had gathered to witness the smooch everyone had been waiting for, but Soul and Maka didn't care. They didn't even hear Black Star's whoops and hollers. Now that they were finally together, nothing could drive them apart. They were inseparable, bound together by love.
Finally, they were soul mates.
Hey, lovelies! Thanks for reading. Leave a review, tell me what you think! Just so you know, I meant for these guys to be a few years older than they are in the anime, so around 16 or 17.
CREDS: Tremendous thanks to my cousin Adrian and amigo Caroline for their inspiration. As I've never been kissed, I needed a little help with this one, and they gave me just what I needed.