Alright! My first piece of writing! Well, not really. It's a drabble. But hey, drabbles are good practice. It's just a short, one-sided EdxMaka fic. Constructive criticism is my best friend, by the way, so I'd love it if you leave me a quick review if you see something that I can improve on! This drabble can also be found on my DeviantArt account.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Soul Eater.
Okay, here we go!
She was like the Philosopher's Stone, in more ways than one.
Maka was beautiful. The first time that Edward saw her, it was at a formal party. She was wearing the most elegant red dress that hugged her hips and revealed her long legs and made Edward experience a new emotion, one which he later found was called lust. As that glamorous form moved across the dance floor, Edward's mind wandered back to the day Doctor Marcoh first showed him the blood-red liquid that was the key to getting Al's body back.
Maka was just as powerful, too. The second time Edward saw her, she was with her partner and reclaiming a Kishin Egg. He was amazed at how gracefully she swung her deadly blade, making it seem like the entire fight was nothing more than child's play. The way her scythe would move so fast and cut so deep reminded Edward of the tremendous energy he felt when facing off against Kimblee.
Maka was just as unobtainable, too. The more times Edward saw her, he would pay more and more attention to the way her weapon would look at her with an expression that he would not look at anyone else with and a certain look in his eyes that only stood out when near her. Edward would also look, with deep melancholy in his heart, as she returned those feelings. It left Edward feeling a hot burning in his chest and the same kind of disappointment as when he found out that his beacon of hope was made out of human souls.
Oh yes, she was exactly like the Philosopher's Stone.