EPILOGUE "Maka? Maka? Maka?!" Soul stood outside the door to Maka's room waiting impatiently, arms crossed. What was taking her so long? When she didn't answer, he barged in, mouth opening to scold her for sleeping in and not cooking, "Maka, it's your turn to coo-" He stopped, she was so peaceful looking. Her face calm, relaxed. Void of the constant scowl and crinkly skin by her eyes that had been present the last few days. Silently, he walked closer to her. She'd been on high nerves for a while now. Her mother had returned. She'd caught wind that her daughter had defeated the Kishin - Sure... two years later - and had come back to spend some time with her. She was gone once again, though. Courtesy of Spirit's attempt to get back together and then get caught exiting the Chupa Cabra's with two longhaired blondes on either side. Sure, he was drunk... but really? That wasn't cool. And it had took it's tool once again on Maka. The poor girl had reverted back into her self. Soul sighed as he looked down at his meister. She needed normalcy. So recently he'd been bugging her. Like normal... before the Kishin. He sat on her bed and gazed at her. Inwardly, he'd always thought of her as a sister he had to protect, being as he had no siblings. But in the two years after Maka defeated the Kishin, he realized that his feelings for her had grown deeper than that. He found himself noticing things he'd never noticed before. She liked to brush her hair instead of comb it, she preferred boy shorts underwear to regular ones (He accidentally walked in on her changing), and she was finally becoming more curvy. He was falling for her... and he knew it. Though he didn't like it. Love at 18 was not cool. He brushed a strand of light brownish blonde hair from her face, fingertips skimming her cheek. She was soft. But not his. Tsubaki was Blackstar's. How the idiot god-wannabe got a girlfriend before him, he could only guess. His eyes skimmed the rest of her. She was in an over-sized hoodie sweatshirt and her boy shorts underwear. Blue with white stripes. Face burning, he averted his gaze, feeling his nose run red when he saw her legs. Grabbing her pink blanket, he pulled it up over her sprawled form before standing to go. He'd make breakfast this time. But she still had to go to school.