A Vacation to Remember
(MAKA'S POV)
Blue waves crashed against the ship's bow. I sat on the deck underneath the scalding sun, wondering why something of such was created. The sun is only a nuisance, as its distracting glare meshes with one's eyesight while in the midst of battle. Its beating rays warm, no, bake the earth and its inhabitants.
Many don't know me, not even my closest friends. Tsubaki, she is a dark arts weapon and has more than one transformation, unlike my partner. She is accompanied by the most daring and "god like" technician who goes by the name of Black Star, an exceedingly hyperactive ninja. Liz and Patty are sisters to say the least, each to their own and unique personality. Most of their early years were gambled on the streets of Detroit. However, a very symmetrical and prestigious shinigami, Lord Death's very own son in fact, swept the pair off the street and became the demon pistols' technician. Last, but oh most certainly not the least, is my very own weapon who has now become a new and improved death scythe. His name is known throughout Death City, he is the one and only Soul Eater Evans. My weapon, this young man before me, is the only one who will ever truly understand me.
I am Maka Albarn, leader of Spartoi, an elite group which was forged from the very bowels of Shibushen. Soul and I are the youngest pair to achieve the prestigious level of three star technician and elite death scythe, after many trail and errors. The memories we share between us have expanded, as each mission or so called journey, has strengthened our bond.
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Once I finished soaking up my daily dose of Vitamin D, I decided to head back to mine and Soul's living quarters to start dinner.
Don't get me wrong, Soul is an extraordinary cook given his background of Excellency. He is just too lazy to get off his ass and cook a decent meal for his partner, so to say the least.
"Oh well", I sighed under my breath as I approach the door.
After bending down and searching for the spare key underneath the door frame for more than worth my time, I give up and decided to wait for Soul, since he has the other key.
After sitting for more than an hour with my back against the door my temper got the best of me. I stand up with a huff and begin pacing back and forth, once I got my fill, I sat down once more to bicker and pout to myself.
"God dammit Soul, the next time I see you I'm gonna strangle you into oblivion and then shove that spare key down his throat!"
As I continued to yell and flail my arms like some weirdo on crack a familiar smell had caught my nose. Someone was cooking spaghetti, not just any; this smell had a familiar scent that I only recognized once in a lifetime.
I perked up forgetting my anger for the moment, "Hey, this smells like Soul's special recipe for spaghetti!"
Behind my back I felt the door giveaway and the world flipped upside down. I was now looking up into the hungry red eyes of Soul. In fear off receiving a well-deserved Maka Chop, he plastered on the most innocent looking puppy dog face he could muster.
I died and went back to heaven. His sweet little puppy dog face made me melt, and to add to the fire he had no shirt. Every lithe muscle of his chest was toned and perfect. Wait what! This is my partner; I definitely shouldn't be drooling over his body with googly eyes.
As I stood up I couldn't help but notice how much he has grown since we both locked eyes on that fateful day. He was taller than me now and the prominent slouch of his had seemed to straighten out. Not only that, but he had built a noticeable figure with newly defined muscles and broad shoulders.
"Uhh, Maka are you okay?"
"OH! Yeah, thanks for snapping me back to reality."
"Sure, but are you okay, you seem kinda out of it today."
"Yea Soul I'm perfectly fine, I'm just not use to Shinigami-sama giving us a vacation for once."
"Baka! That's because you don't know the meaning of RELAX."
"MAKA…CHOP!"
"DAMMIT! What was that for Maka, and where in the hell did you get a freaking book!"
"I have my ways Soul don't get me wrong, but that was for taking the spare key instead of using your own, and also leaving me outside for more than my fill."
Soul led Maka to the mouthwatering spaghetti he had set on the table accompanied by numerous packs of soda, foot long breadsticks, and to top it all off a triple decker strawberry shortcake.
"Soul what is all of this for?" Maka gasped.
Soul stood in front of Maka with his trademark grin plastered to his face.
"Well, let's just say I made this as a token for all the hard work we've done, and because I'm hungry as hell. This is a vacation right, we can pig out on anything and everything with not a single worry in the world!"
"Soul you idiot! We are not just here to pig out on food, this IS a VACATION, and so we need to live it up!"
While pondering over what I had just said, Soul stood there in la-la land before the warped reality disappeared and he cracked the biggest and mischievous grin. Neatly displaying the fine pointed row of shark like teeth. Something told me that I have just entered the belly of the beast.
"Well, let's eat!"
Soul grabbed me by the wrists and practically dragged me over to the table. Once he let go, Soul swiftly pulled out a chair and beckoned for me to sit. After doing so he sat across from me.
"Soul, are you sure the food and stuff won't fly off the table as the cruise liner rocks?"
"Yeah, there is nothing to worry about Maka, and if this precious food were to go flying across the room, I would have the captain's head."
Once I finished pondering the many ways to anger Soul and a precious date with food, I decided to chow down on a well-deserved meal.
Soul looked up anxiously, "Well are you going to do the honors?"
"Itadakimasu!"
(SOUL'S POV)
Sitting across from Maka I begin stuffing my face as usual whenever food is set in front of me. I pause in mid chew and slowly swallowed as I couldn't help but notice Maka gawking at me while I eat.
"Soul, why do you have to eat like such an animal?" she exclaimed with quite a disgusted look on her face.
"Cuz every man has a beast in 'em", I exclaimed with a rueful smirk.
We continued are meal in silence as the television rambled in the background about some otherworldly nonsense. Once my entire plate was free of food and neatly placed in the dishwasher for Maka's sake I decided to return to my seat across from her until she had finished as well. Sadly my thoughts got the best of me and I couldn't help but notice how cute Maka looked. Her time in the sun had done her justice and she was a delicious golden brown making her emerald eyes and ash blonde hair stand out. It seems she had forgotten though to apply sunblock on her face so her cheeks and petite nose were tinted with red.
In all honesty, I have always had a crush on Maka since I had first met her. And that crush has slowly formed to love as our bond strengthened over the years.
Ugh… What am I thinking this is Maka, my partner I can't think like that it would never work out anyways. It's just so hard to control myself against an oblivious temptress. Her long toned legs lead any man's eyes to her firm and well-rounded ass. Given the many years of training her body is that of an athletic goddess. As I continue my journey up her midsection I take a good long look at her twin mounds. The years served her well in that compartment as well and she had doubled in size. She may not be as big and full as her other friends including Blaire, but they are the perfect size and quite noticeable to say the least. Last but most certainly not the least is her gorgeous face, that holds the most remarkable beauty with each damn expression she makes, whether it's sad, mad happy, or glad, I love 'em all. Altogether she is the most perfect thing I have ever laid eyes on, if only I could have the guts to say it to her face.
"Soul, SOUL! You're starring again." Maka pointed out with a displeased look on her face.
"Sorry, Maka I'm kinda out of it today." I apologized as the full force of reality came crashing down.
"I'm ready for desert Soul, how about you?" she chirped. "I've been dying to try your special strawberry shortcake." As she said with a flirtatious look.
I got up and began clearing the table for the oversized strawberry shortcake. I eyed the cake for mere seconds and concluded it needed even more whipped cream given I had already used two whole cans. Once I finished the third can of whipped cream I divided the cake and gave Maka a piece.
"Tell me how it is." I announced as I began to best myself as a better cook than Maka. "Who knows, I may even be a better cook than you, HA!" I practically shouted.
She sent a cold glare towards my direction, as she angrily shoveled an oversized bite into her mouth. Once she finished her struggle I couldn't help but notice the sweet remnants of strawberry juice dripping down her chin. All time had stopped and was at a standstill. I literally lunged across the table as my urges or so to say manly instincts took over. My face was only inches from her sweet soft lips and I could smell her mouthwatering scent practically radiate from her. But what sent me over the edge was that look of hers. Maka was completely oblivious to what was playing out before her, and before she could object I did the unthinkable, something that would probably earn me a thousand encyclopedias to the head.
(MAKA'S POV)
I froze as Soul had suddenly lunged forward. I noticed once again he was shirtless and his board shorts hung loosely around his hips. He had acquired a nice tan which had made his messy stark white hair and ruby red eyes stand out. Giving him the overall pretty boy look, not like he acted like one though.
His face was only inches away, I wanted so bad to taste his oh so perfect lips. I could smell his overwhelming scent roll off of him in waves, making me drool. I watched with fascination and a hint of lust as he slowly snaked his tongue from out between his pointed teeth. Soul leaned forward only to then tantalizing lick the sticky substance from my chin in such a delicate yet hungry fashion.
Soul leaned back and had a malicious lust filled grin. "That was delicious." He breathed while keeping our close proximity. He dove forward once more only to pause as his warm breath danced across the nape of my neck.
"But I'm still hungry for more." He whispered in my ear with a low and husky voice. I felt the warm heat taint my face as I blushed from his actions.
He began to lick up the side of my earlobe and trace his way up to the top giving it a small nip with his teeth. Once he had finished playing with my ear he began nuzzling under my chin as if he were a cat. I giggled at the childish action. Soul then began were he had left off and planted a trail of chaste kisses down my neck and only stopped once he had reached my collar bone. He licked me all the way up to my jawline and began to nip with more aggression than before. I was positive I would be left covered in his marks with each nip he made with his sharp pointed teeth.
"Ah! S-Soul!" I moaned his named repeatedly as I began to feel a warm sensation growing between my thighs. My breath was shortened to ragged gasps as he became more aggressive with each action.
I never really admitted it to myself, but I loved Soul. A burning passion filled my heart the moment we met and I never wanted to lose him. My fantasies were coming true and are love for one another had finally collided with never ending hunger.