Title: Love is Like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
Author: xxBurningxx
Pairing/s: All SoMa, SoulxMaka
Summary: In which Soul ponders the similarities of his meister and the candy. And he realizes, both are undeniably sweet, dangerous, addicting, and oh so more. *Edit: Oh yeah, this was my old summary, but I changed it, I like the new one more.
Rating: This one is slight T, for one very tiny suggestive sentence. Rating will vary for each drabble/one-shot.
A/N: Hey, this is going to be a collection of drabble-one-shots. Each chapter is going to be focused on one word that describes both a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup and Maka from Souls POV. First I'm starting off with 'Sweet' and after that 'Dangerous' (In the sense of Maka's deadly chop, and how fat-inducing Reese's can be...You'll see when I write it.) and then 'Addicting' which will probably be set when Soul and Maka are already dating. But, after that, I'm free to suggestions!
Note: I'll inform you when Soul and Maka are dating, and when they're not. In this one, they are. Keep that in mind ^-^ Oh and Maka's about 16 and Soul's 17.
Also! *Edit: Don't stop at chapter 1, please? I know it's like, horrible, but the later chapters are better (in my opinion). Oh, and I don't own Soul Eater.
Sweet
"Oh crap!" Soul yelled, darting around the apartment in a frantic manner.
"What is it now, Soul?" His ash-blond meister asked, not even lifting her eyes from the current book that she was reading. She was a little annoyed by his sudden outburst, if you're a big reader, then you should know that sometimes, it's pretty hard to concentrate on the text when obnoxious noises are coming from the background. Because of this, Maka wanted to resolve whatever problem it was soon, and quickly.
"I lost my wallet!" He replied with a quick growl. Coming to a halt in the living room, he was panting a little bit. Maka lifted her gaze from her book to look at him, and for a second, she felt a flash of pity. The look he had was a combination of desperation, loss, and frustration, and to Maka's irritation, she found herself slightly turned on by the expression. Maka shook her head and averted her gaze from his, feeling the slightly blush rise to her face.
"When did you last have it?" She asked, pretending like her attention was on the book on her lap. She felt him sit down besides her and he puffed out an annoyed sigh.
"I dunno."
"Geez Soul, that really helps, thanks." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Soul grunted, ignoring the remark. He closed his eyes and tried to think back to the last time he had it, but all he could come up with was having it in his pocket earlier the same morning...
"I had it this morning." He said, with his eyes still closed.
"Okay," Maka said, in a softer tone, "That's a start, I guess. Where were you?"
Soul thought a little bit, trying to remember.
"I think I was in here...No, in the kitchen..." He said, trying to make his brain recall all of the previous events that day. Maka waited for him to continue. "No," He said, "It was in here." The uncertainity in his voice held a large amount of doubt. Maka was pretty sure she knew just about as much as he did.
And then Maka jumped about a foot when Soul broke the silence with another loud outburst.
"I remember now! I left it Black Star's! I better go get it before he spends it all on beer..." He sort of growled out the last part, more to himself than Maka. She looked at him, as he got up from the couch and looked back at her.
"Maka, I'm gonna go see if it's there, which I'm sure it is. I'll see you in a little while." He said, leaning down and placing a hasty kiss on her cheek before swiftly walking out the door.
Maka sighed.
Later, before Soul returned, Maka got up to do a little searching herself, as she was pretty sure it was lying right in front of him somewhere, and that he just glanced over it. Though she valued her pride a bit to much to nicely help him while he was with her, she would certainly be willing to help him while she was out of his presence.
After about five minutes of looking, sure enough, she found the black leather wallet stuffed behind one of the pillows on the couch opposite to the one she was sitting on previously. One of the things that Maka found a bit amusing and annoying at the same time was Soul's ability to search for normal items. He would skip over them in plain sight, and then he would claim he looked, even though he didn't actually move anything.
Maka chuckled a little bit, she figured that she should probably be a jerk and actually hide it where he wouldn't find it, but then decided against it. Perhaps if it were before she had engaged a steady going relationship with him.
Maka walked into his room and tossed the wallet onto his bed, before an idea crossed her mind. Going into her own room, she grabbed a random book off of one of her shelves, and returned to her partner's room. She decided, just for good measure, that she would set the book under the wallet on his bed, just so he would know that it was her who found it. Maka smiled a bit, pleased with her set up.
And Maka thought to herself, 'Soul better know how lucky he is to have such a sweet girlfriend like me.' And with that, Maka returned to the living room, so that she could continue reading her book.
A/N: So, what did ya think? Like I said, give me any suggestions you might have, and I'll do it for ya. I promise, promise, promise! That I will update this within a week. Although, next week is my semester exams, ugh. But I'll get something in before then, so. God, I'm such a procrastinator, but I swear, I will update. I swear on River Styx! Oh crap, now I really can't break my promise O_o
Oh, and I didn't edit this at all. So if there are any mistakes, please point them out and I will fix it, because I'm a grammar freak, and the computer that I'm using doesn't have spellcheck... Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms, flamers shall be shunned. Thanks for reading!
