Oh, memory, where'd you go?

"Memories" by Panic! At the Disco


Soul awoke to the smells of bacon sizzling in a pan. Most mornings, it took him at least fifteen minutes to find the motivation to get out of bed. Not when there was bacon involved.

He flipped back the covers and slid out of bed, flinching when his bare feet hid the cold, wood floor. Pausing to throw on a sweatshirt draped across the back of his desk chair, he opened his bedroom door and walked to the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of an Maka, wearing an apron over her usual white blouse, yellow sweater vest and plaid skirt, standing over the stove with a spatula in her hand.

"Oh," She said, turning around. "Good morning, Soul,"

"Hey," He replied, stifling a yawn. He pulled out one of the chairs at the round, sunshine-yellow table in their kitchen and sat down. "So, when's breakfast going to be ready?"

Maka rolled her eyes, turning back to the frying pan on the stove. "Impatient much? Just give it a couple minutes,"

Soul grumbled and lay his head down on the table, yawning. Even bacon couldn't completely change him to a morning person. Out of the corner of his crimson eye, he watched Maka drag the spatula around the pan.

She had changed a lot since entering the DWMA with Soul as her weapon partner. She was nineteen now to his twenty-one. She had gotten a bit taller and her straight, blond hair was down to the middle of her back now. Soul's eyes traced the familiar curve of her neck and shoulders. Her chest had also gotten bigger, which she made a point of telling Soul once, saying, "Who's flat as a board now?" Soul blushed just thinking about it. His eyes made his way down her svelte hips and down her long, toned legs. She stood bare footed and Soul set his eyes on her ankles. He wondered why he had ever imagined they were fat.

He looked back up to her face. There were some things about her that never changed. Her large, wide set emerald-green eyes were squinted and her tiny nose scrunched up as she focused on cooking the bacon to crispy perfection.

She looked at him and caught his stare. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Soul chuckled. "Yup, all over,"

Maka checked her reflection in the silver hood of the stove. Finding nothing and realizing Soul was joking, she turned back to him. "Ha ha," She said, sarcastically.

She really never did change. Annoying her had always been one of Soul's favorite pastimes. She was so funny when she was angry. It was almost adorable.

The two had been through everything together. From fighting Chrona at Santa Maria Novella Basilica to defeating Arachne at Baba Yaga's Castle to making their way through the book of Eibon to save their friend, Death the Kid, the two had become inseparable. How strange it is that when we first met, I didn't want to have anything to do with her. Soul mused to himself. When the pair had first met, Soul was positive the tiny girl wouldn't have been able to handle him. He counted on her abandoning him as her partner in a matter of weeks.

Strangely, they had stayed together for years. To Soul, it seemed like just yesterday that he had met Maka. Where'd the time go? Soul thought. He watched her take a tiny piece of bacon out of the pan and stick it in her mouth, licking her lips. She had turned him into a death scythe. He couldn't leave her now. Not that he ever wanted to.

Maka flipped off the burner. Picking up the pan, she split the bacon evenly between two plates, already loaded with scrambled eggs.

"Here," She said to Soul, handing him the plate and a fork. "Eat up fast. Lord Death wants to see us this morning,"

Soul groaned. "Why?"

Maka shrugged. "New Spartoi assignment?"

Soul groaned. He didn't want to go fight. He just wanted to sit in the kitchen and eat Maka's bacon.


Author's Note: Well, this chapter ending up being a lot about bacon...

Hey! Thanks for reading this first chapter! I'm really excited about starting this story. I've wanted to do something with oneshots that was in universe after my last story (which was also SoMa but AU). So yay! The basic deal about this challenge is that the author has to write a chapter based on a few lyrics from a song. Seeing as I like listening to music as much as FanFiction (which is a lot), I figured it would be a good challenge. A lot of the time, the reason I picked the lyrics won't be glaringly obvious so I don't want any flames from confused people who just don't feel like using their head! Also, the actual sound of the song won't match the feeling of the chapter, so don't expect it to. Just warning you, in case you get a fluff chapter with screamo lyrics (:

Oh, Panic! At the Disco. I love them so much it's actually kind of ridiculous. I also think they're pretty fitting for Soul and Maka because of their sound. If you're not familiar, they incorporates a lot of instruments that combine with the lyrics that often gives their songs this kind of creepy, baroque-esque sound that is just perfect for the slightly sinister Soul Eater!

So, let me know what you think of this new endeavor! It really does make my day when I get a little ding in my inbox from FanFiction!