Inspired fanfic! C: I have about fifteen ideas written down for fanfics so I'm gonna start cranking em out! There will be all sorts of different pairings going on so surf my stories for your poison. I take requests too! Dont be afraid to give me a shout C:

I dont own Soul Eater sadly. But enjoy!

NOTES: ive never written in souls 3rd person pov before so bear with me.

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"What do souls taste like?"

Soul looked up, surprised at the question. Maka stood in his bedroom doorway, biting her lip anxiously as she waited for an answer. Considering the question, the albino leant back in his chair thoughtfully.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked finally, his crimson eyes following his partner's movements as she moved into his room and sat down cautiously on his bed.

"I've always wondered. And I can't find any book that says anything about it." A light blush stained her cheeks as she spoke. Soul snorted. Of course Maka would look in a book for such an abstract thing.

"It's kinda hard to describe..." He trailed off, thinking. "Well, it goes down real smooth, almost like it's slimy, but not, y'know? And it's airy. As for the taste, it's almost impossible to describe. It depends on the soul. Some are light and fleeting, like the first sip of a drink, or the first bite of an appple. Others are strong and heady, like a hot cup of tea in the early hours of the morning. It really does depend. Does that answer your question?"

Maka gave him an annoyed look. "Seeing as you didn't actually give me an answer, no." Soul shrugged and turned back to his notebook.

"Oh well, too bad. Get out." He felt rather than heard his meister get up, and thought she was headed for the door. He was wrong.

"MAKA CHOP!" Slam! went the dictionary on his head. Soul groaned and clutched his now-dented skull in pain.

"What the hell, Maka?" He cried, turning back to her (which was exactly what she wanted) and glaring. "Not cool."

"Oh well, too bad." She mimicked. "Tell me."

Soul growled, frustrated. Why did his meister have to be so damn pushy all the time? Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Something that might teach Maka a lesson about being so bossy and demanding. Grinning and showing his pointed, feral teeth, he leaned forward.

"You wanna know how souls taste?" He said lowly, causing her to lean forward too so she could hear him.

"Yes! Wasn't that the point of this whole conversation?"

Ignoring her sarcasm, Soul grabbed Maka and pressed a kiss to her surprised mouth. She gasped at the unexpected contact and he took that as an opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth and massage hers with his, earning a groan from his blonde meister. Just as quickly as he had initiated it, Soul pulled back, smirking.

"That's how souls taste. Did I answer your question now?" Maka turned a dark pink, blushing fiercly while scowling at her partner, who simply leaned back in his chair again and grinned, watching her.

"You are such an idiot." And with that, she left, but not before Soul caught her pressing a hand to her mouth in the mirror as she shut the door behind herself. He spun back around to his notebook and wrote:

Observations: Meister is attracted to the taste of souls. Or maybe just one Soul in particular?

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Hope you liked. Soul is such a ho, lol. r&r and check out my other stuff! C: