A Soul Eater Christmas
I was on devART when I came across this charming drawing of Soul and Maka at the piano, drawn in the style of the Peanuts Gang...Which got me thinking of a Charlie Brown Christmas, which somehow lead to Soul being asked to play "Jingle Bells" on piano...And then the artist came up with some other ideas, so based off of these ideas I have decided to make a fanfic. So what if it's not Christmas? Enjoy!
I dedicate this first fanfiction to my co-conspirator in the writing of it, devART user EmoProductions12.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own Soul Eater, those rights go to the talented genius that is Atsushi Okubo.
A Soul Eater Christmas
Chapter 1: Holiday Cheer?
It was the week of Christmas in Death City, and you could not escape the holiday spirit...Lights everywhere, even at Shibusen...
Damn, Soul thought, running his tanned hand through his messy stark white locks, it's like a disease or something – even Maka is wandering around humming stupid Christmas music. So not cool.
Maka, being completely oblivious to the cranky expression on Soul's face as she continued merrily humming Christmas carols in the kitchen as she cooked their dinner.
"Soooooul!", the pigtailed meister called in a chipper tone, "Dinner's ready!" Soul's stomach growled, so he got up and sat at the table in the chair across from her. Maka set his plate of spaghetti in front of him. Just then the phone rang.
"I'll get it!", Maka said, rushing to get the phone, the ringing clearly annoying her weapon...
It's the holiday season, she thought, why is he so grumpy? She picked up the receiver and answered.
"Hello! This is Maka speaking!", she said, "Oh, Patti! Really? That sounds so fun! Friday Night? Of course we'll be there!"
Friday night?, Soul thought, Crap, this already sounds bad...
Maka bounced back to the table with a big, goofy grin, which Soul mentally noted was highly uncharacteristic of her.
"Oi, Maka, are you in there?", the scythe said gruffly, "Did that damn cat use some sort of weird magic on you? You're way too cheerful." He shot a suspicious look towards Blair, who simply mewed in reply and licked her paw before exiting the kitchen.
The pigtailed meister paused to look over towards her partner with a confused look.
"That's it. No more books for you, you've obviously snapped, Maka...", he added, his ruby eyes changed from dull annoyance to a less muted mixture between concern and complete irritation.
The blonde suddenly stepped from the table briefly and then returned, standing behind Soul. She produced a rather large encyclopedia in her right hand, though the slacker scythe had yet to notice it when...
"Maka...
…...CHOP!"
And with one swift motion, the tome collided with the back of the young man's snowy-haired head, leaving a sizable dent.
"Ow, I take that back. You're Maka all right. But what's got you so damn cheery?", he groaned, after all these years of the blonde smashing his skull with various hardcovers, the technique still had full effectiveness.
For that remark, he earned himself another helping of pain from the encyclopedia in her hand.
Her viridian eyes shot a glare at the young man that was somewhere between anger and hurt.
"Honestly Soul, what's wrong with you?", she said, sounding more upset than she would have liked, "It's Christmas, can't you even try to be a little less grouchy?"
Soul sighed in defeat. "Okay, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.", he offered dully, "Now what was that phone call about?"
"Oh! Patti says they're having a Christmas party on Friday at Kidd's house!", Maka replied jubilantly.
Soul groaned as he stuffed the last of his spaghetti into his mouth. This is not going to end well, he thought.
