A/N: This was an idea that popped in my head one night when I couldn't sleep. It'll be mainly drabbles/vignettes. I currently have about three or four different ideas, though it could go longer. We'll just have to wait and see. Obviously I don't own Soul Eater. Does anyone even really need to explain that they don't own the show/book/comic/whatever that they're writing a fic for anymore? Seems self explanatory, but I digress . . .

Ginsu Soul

The Beginning

It was late in the afternoon on the day that Soul and Maka moved into their shared apartment and despite all the hard work, Maka still seemed to have energy to burn. All they had really accomplished by this point was getting all the boxes of their things moved into the appropriate rooms but none of the boxes had been unpacked, the tape still sealing them all shut. They had, however, gone grocery shopping and were in the process of putting the food away.

"Hey Soul, do you know where the knives are?" Maka asked as she walked deeper into the kitchen, shoving a box that was in her way to the side with her foot.

"Knives? I don't have any. Do you?" He was reclining against the counter with his arms crossed, the picture of nonchalance.

"Great! How am I supposed to trim the chicken before I cook it?" Maka swiped at her forehead in frustration.
"I know you said you can cook, but just how well do you cook? You aren't going to burn the apartment down, are you? We did just move in."

"Ha ha," she replied, humorlessly. "I'll be cooking some oven fried chicken just as soon as I can find something to trim the chicken with. Then you can judge how well I cook."

"That's awesome. Are you going to cook every night?" Their partnership was too new and they hadn't really hashed out any of the finer details just yet.

Maka glared at him. "No."

It was a cold and blunt reply, but Soul forged ahead anyway. "I guess as long as you cook enough every other night that we can eat leftovers on the 'off' nights that won't be too bad."

"I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be the only one cooking, Soul. I think we should trade off."

She had a point, so Soul just shrugged and nodded his head.

She seemed satisfied with his answer and turned her attention to the problem at hand. "The least you can do is help me start prepping. I need a plate with flour, a plate with a mixture of one egg, some soy sauce, and a touch of water, and another plate with bread crumbs. I'll unpack the glass baking dish and heat the oven. Too bad I need a knife for cutting the broccoli, too. If I can't think of something to cut the chicken with we can at least just tear it apa-AH!"

Soul jumped at the sudden cry. "What?! What is it?!"

"Can you turn one of your fingers into a knife?" The look on her face was pure hope, her hands clasped in front of her in supplication.

He sneered. "Look, I'm not a tool you can use to just cut through whatever."

Maka gave an inelegant snort and replied, "I'm pretty sure that's exactly what you are. I'm your meister and I'm asking you to help me trim the chicken using your weapon ability."

Soul turned his right index finger into a blade and stared at it in contemplation for a few seconds, sighed, and nodded.

The next day when Maka got home from school, she found a brand new butcher block with high end knives that looked like they could slice a hair in half lengthwise sitting on the counter, adorned with a bow. She smiled then called, "So what are we having for dinner tonight, Soul?"

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