Soul Eater: Weapon and Master
A/N: Hello, hello everyone! This is my second story and I do hope that you enjoy it. I love reviews – in fact, they inspire me to write quicker! I'm not too sure where this story is going yet, I'm just making it up as I go along... So, enjoy it! (: I'll be updating as soon as I can.
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"Ne, Soul?"
"What?"
Maka lowered her book so that she could see her partner, who was sitting on the couch across from her. His eyes were glued to the television, only partly paying attention to what Maka was saying. He lazily scratched at the back of his neck, pulling his eyes from the television to glance over at Maka, to reassure her that he really was paying attention to her. Maka squirmed a bit, playing with the pages of her book.
"What kind of friends are we?"
Soul was clearly a tad surprised at her question, and gave her a sideways, quizzical look. "Where did that come from?" He asked, the basketball game that he was once so absorbed in momentarily forgotten.
"I don't know, it's just something that I've been thinking about lately." Maka didn't want to admit that it had a lot to do with the novel she was currently reading, in which she had found many parallels between the two protagonists and her own life. And she certainly was not going to admit that she envied the ending. She would be forever mocked by Soul.
"I don't know... good friends?" Soul guessed, shrugging his shoulders. Sometimes Maka came up with the weirdest ideas in that head of hers. "You're my meister, and I'm your weapon. I wouldn't hesitate to die for you. I don't know what type of friendship that translates to, but..." Soul trailed off, at a loss for words. There was so much that he wanted to tell her, that he wanted to admit to feeling for her, but whenever the opportunity arose he found himself tongue-tied and trailing off in the middle of sentences, much like he had just done. He could only hope that she'd understand what he meant.
Unfortunately for Soul, Maka didn't realize what this meant. She just took it like she always had – they were nothing more than friends; partners in battling.
Maka nodded her head, resting her chin in her hands. It was not quite the answer that she was looking for, but it wasn't a bad one. It was just the truth. That's what they were – weapon and master.
It's what they always had been, ever since the time when they first became partners.
Maka still remembered it as if it were yesterday, even if it had been years ago.
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It had been quite a formal party, especially for a group of young kids. Each and every person attending the party was dressed up to play the part, and Maka felt very awkward and out of place. It certainly did not help that her Papa was following her around, scaring each and every boy that came up to talk to her, and bragging to everyone about how Maka was 'a meister just like her Mom!' It didn't take long for Maka to regret her decision to allow her Papa to join her at this party.
It was hard for Maka to ditch her Papa – very hard. Whenever she thought that she had lost him, he would appear beside her, laughing about how crowded it was in here and how he almost lost his 'precious baby girl'. Maka would scoff and attempt to walk off again, only to find that her Papa was trailing after her again. It would have been cute, except for when Maka finally did lose her Papa, it was because he was talking to some pretty woman. Typical male.
Maka rolled her eyes, walking around the party to investigate. Thanks to her unusual abilities, she could glance into the souls of others, and there were so many different souls. Each one looked different than the last had. Still, though, Maka felt no connection to any of them – not even a vague one. She released a small sigh and was going to resign herself to nibbling on the food that was being passed around and waiting for this party to be over, until she heard it
At first, Maka wasn't exactly sure what it was. It was loud, overbearing, creepy and kind of weird... but it was powerful. Maka stopped dead in her tracks, entranced by the odd sound that was filling her ears. When it stopped, she was brought harshly back into reality, but she was determined to find the person making those sounds. It was weird, but she was really interested. Clearly it wasn't someone typical.
Maka found herself walking away from the party – and to a small room in a long hallway. There was nothing in the room except a beautiful black piano, and a boy sitting on the bench of it. His eyes were closed, and he was facing away from the piano, like he was angry at it. Maka tilted her head to the side, but still walked inside the room. Her curiosity got the best of her.
"Uh, excuse me?" Maka spoke in a low voice, but still loud enough for him to hear. As she got closer, her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room thanks to a small lamp on the piano, and she got a better look at the boy. He had white, shaggy hair, was wearing a black pinstripe suit and...
Whoa. When he heard her, his eyes opened to reveal crimson pools. Maka was a bit taken aback, but continued forward. Something was driving her, something that she didn't quite know how to explain.
"What?" He asked, his voice smooth and demanding. Maka paused, as if his speaking had caused her to completely forget why she'd come.
"You're a weapon, right?" She began. Thanks to her ability to see souls, detecting that much about a person was easy. "I'm a meister. We should be partners."
The boy raised an eyebrow, but turned away from her to face the piano. A smirk rose on his face, and he cleared his throat. "We should, eh? Well, first you should know. This is the kind of guy I am." With that, the boy raised his hands and slammed down on the piano, surprising Maka. The tune was loud and creepy, something that you'd hear being played on Halloween to scare young kids. Even though it scared her a little bit, still, she found herself attracted to it. Something was entrancing her, enticing her; she loved the sound. She couldn't explain it, but she was never really that good with music anyways. She didn't understand it, so that's why she was so surprised that this sound really got to her.
When he finished, his hands retreated back to his sides. He didn't turn back to face Maka yet. So she cleared her throat, gathering up some words.
"I'm Maka. My statement still stands," Maka announced, taking a step back.
The boy sighed, rising from the piano. He straightened out his tie, and really took a moment to look over Maka. She got a good look at him too, especially the... almost devious look in his eye. Defiant? No, Maka couldn't put her finger on it, but she liked it. It was a spark of sorts.
"Maka, eh? I guess we're partners, then. I'm Soul." A smirk rose on his face, showing off his sharp white teeth. Maka smiled herself, and laced her arm in the boy's as they headed back towards the party.
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Maka sighed at the memory, closing her eyes. She had always trusted Soul, always admitted her innermost insecurities to him. She told him when she felt weak, and he helped her get stronger. She (albeit reluctantly) told him when she was sad, and he would try to cheer her up. They had remained friends through the toughest of times, and only on a few occasions had Maka ever doubted Soul. He always proved her wrong.
Why was it so tough to tell him she didn't want to be friends anymore?
Maka let out a frustrated growl, throwing herself back on the couch and covering her face with her book. Soul looked over at her curiously, unsure as to what was going on...
She sure was weird sometimes... Soul could never predict her. He wished that he was better at predicting how she'd react to him admitting that he didn't like their current relationship. Being just her weapon, he didn't like that.
There was a reason why he got really upset whenever she spent too long talking to a male that wasn't one of their close friends or her Papa.
Soul had played the scene over in his head again and again. He had seen a multitude of endings, none of which pleased him. There was always the possibility of him receiving a good ol' Maka Chop to the cranium with whatever novel she happened to be reading – or maybe she'd pull out her world Atlas for maximum damage, like she'd done after Soul had accidentally walked in on her while she was changing. It was an accident! Then there was always the possibility she'd laugh at him and think he was just kidding. He didn't even like thinking of her flat-out rejecting him... Although that was also a very possible reality. He liked to think of his most favourable ending, though.
In his favourite ending, Maka wouldn't laugh at him. She wouldn't give him a concussion. She'd feel the same way as him. She'd want to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. She wouldn't mind his faults and she could deal with his laziness, and slight tendency to not put his shoes away when he got home from school. Sure, she'd still yell at him for it, but only because she cared about him.
Soul felt like a coward, but he wasn't ready to admit his feelings to her. Not yet. He had to make a game plan, and leave himself escape roots in case things turned sour for him. He knew that he couldn't wait much longer though, especially considering that he'd seen a few boys at school eyeing her up...
Well, he'd just kick the shit out of them. He was a death scythe after all.
Soul knew all too well that feeling so jealous about a girl like Maka probably made him uncool, even if the years had done her well. He wasn't about to admit that he liked her long, lean legs and the fact that she now had some cleavage, so he couldn't call her 'tiny-tits' anymore... He certainly was not going to admit to her that he might have had a dirty dream about her once. Or twice. Or maybe three times...
Okay, that was all that Soul could take. Tomorrow afternoon, after school, Soul was going to admit his feelings to Maka. He let out a small groan, rising from the sofa and heading to his bedroom. He flopped himself out on his bed, closing his eyes.
After tomorrow, they weren't going to be just 'weapon and master' any longer...
