SoMa Week! Thought it would be the best time to start a one shot collection of mostly SoMa fluff this week so, yeah. I got woke up yesterday and I realized that SoMa Week was only a day away and I still had some drabbles to type... so yeah, sorry if this one seems a little rushed. Blame my bad time management DX
Music for the Soul is a Soul Eater fanfic with song inspired one-shot drably thingies. And sometimes prompts (like SoMa Week). There will be many pairings and they'll be different (sometimes it'll be SoMa, other times it will be SoulXLiz, get my drift?) for every one-shot. And I don't own Soul Eater or any of these songs.
We're Going to be Friends- White Stripes (SoMa Week day one-Roommates)
Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
"Maka! We'll be fine. We're ten minutes earlier than we have to be. We will not be late for the first day of school," Soul yells. He sits at their kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. His meister, on the other hand, scrambles around their apartment trying to fix her other pigtail, shove a piece of toast in her mouth, and find her other boot. Maka, the normally immaculate student, is a bit off kilter because her alarm clock broke.
Maka growls at him around the toast in her mouth. Then she lets out a triumphant note as she finds her boot and shoves it on her foot. She crams the last bite of toast in her mouth and she fixes her hair while starting towards the door. "Come on, Soul, let's go."
"Maka, I promise we won't be late! Just slow down."
His meister doesn't listen as she charges down the stairs. Soul sighs and scrambles after her.
They get to the garage and Maka bounces up and down impatiently for Soul to start the bike. Soul hops on and jams the key into the ignition and turns it. Nothing happens. "Crap," he mutters.
"What's the matter with your bike?"
"It won't start?" he phrases the statement as a question in nervousness. He screws his eyes shut as he waits for the Maka Chop that's sure to come. It doesn't. Tepidly, Soul opens his red orbs. Maka has already started to run to school. Soul hops up and bolts after her. They will be late if they don't hurry up.
Soul soon catches up with his meister and he starts pacing himself. He's no where near as good at running as Maka, and it soon shows. Her stamina and speed is better than Soul's and she starts to outpace him. Soul grunts and tries to go faster, but he can't.
"Hurry up, Soul."
"I'm going."
Sighing, Maka holds out a gloved hand and Soul leaps at the chance. In a flash, he's in weapon form and Maka's toting him around. Embarrassing, but not quite as bad as being outpaced by Maka. Soul relaxes as he listens to the rhythmic pounding of Maka's boots on the pavement. The power of her stubborn soul runs through him, not soul resonance, but he still feels her strength as he amplifies her wavelength. It runs through him like a warm liquid, warming up the cool metal of his weapon skin and making the dark place that he floats in more comfortable. He sighs inwardly. He missed this over summer vacation.
Maka feels his soul soothing out the jagged edges of her frazzled soul waves. Like water over rocks, the rough edges of her soul are calmed. With their level of partnership, it happens almost instantly. The calm collected feeling that washes over her in battle comes now with the cool light weight of her scythe over her shoulder. It causes her to push harder and Maka runs as fast as she can.
Maka's feet pound up the final steps up to Shibusen. Soul changes back into human form. His hand grasps hers and he tugs her into the school. Maka stumbles, slightly out of breath and follows Soul blindly, trusting her partner. The two plop into their seats in Professor Stein's as the bell rings and the Professor enters the room by falling off his swivel chair. Maka smiles, partly because of the Professor, partly because it's nice to be in school once more.
Soul glances at his smiling ash blonde meister. They'd done it again. They got through trivial things of being roommates. Of being a unified team.
Maka's evergreen orbs meet his wine red ones and their souls smile at each other.
Day one complete! The ending is kind of a reference to the saying that "Eyes are the windows to the soul." So... yeah. Click the little button below, and I'll see you guys tomorrow with day two: nose bleed. That one's going to be hard for me to write and thus short. I don't really write in an anime style. Wish me luck!
-waytheballbounces