This all takes place after Asura is beaten and the madness is gone and peace is once again returned to Soul Eater land (thanks to Maka and Soul).
That's all I have to say; enjoy! Oh no wait:
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater!
"Argh! What is up with you lately!"
"Don't blame me! This is all your fault!"
"Well since you've had trouble changing it's your fault, baka!"
"You're the one who can't hold on to me without burning your hands, BAKA!"
At the loud shouting a startled flock of starlings took flight, disappearing along with the receding rays of the setting sun. Two clearly pissed off teenagers stood facing off in the clearing below, glaring at each other as if hoping the other would spontaneously combust.
"Well I know it's not coming from my side," Maka argued, crossing her arms in defiance.
"Well it's not my problem either!" growled Soul, baring his pointed teeth.
At this both teenagers huffed and turned their backs, walking off in opposite directions.
'What is up with him?'
'What is up with her?'
The day before~
'He's just up ahead!' Maka thought as she ran, wondering how she had captured any souls before her soul perception powers had awakened.
Careening around the next corner she raised Soul (already in scythe mode) in readiness, and not a moment too soon as three razor sharp claws came slashing down towards her chest.
"He's going to have to do better than that to beat a Death-scythe," she heard Soul jeer as she swung him, effectively breaking two of the creature's claws off.
"Look Maka, it looks like he's giving us the middle finger."
"Shut up!" She said, lightly bonking him on the ground. "This isn't the time for jokes."
"Yeah yeah, I hear ya."
"Your soul… looks delicious!" hissed the kishin egg, running it's slobbering purple tongue over half it's face.
Without warning she lunged at the creature, and it raised it's arms to shield itself. The scythe slashed with a ring of metal, rending the air in front of them in half with a blinding flash of white. Finishing the swing, Maka spun Soul around herself once more before sighing and swinging him upon her shoulder.
At first the creature showed confusion at her lack of defense, but as his top half began to slide away from his bottom half he began howling in pain. Before he completely split his body formed into wispy black coils, spinning in a mini hurricane before being sucked into the fiery red soul in the middle. When all was finished the sould stayed there, bobbing like an apple in water.
In a flash of light Soul returned to normal, landing nonchalantly beside Maka.
"We don't even break a sweat with missions like these anymore. We didn't even have to soul synchronize." He said. "And besides, I feel like eating souls is pointless now that I'm a Death-scythe. Why don't we donate this one to Black*star?" He smirked.
"Black*star needs to earn the right for Tsubaki to become a Death-scythe. And they still have a long way to go." Maka replied, taking a seat on a bench while she waited for Soul.
"How many did they have again? Like, 20?" Soul plucked the red soul from the air and deposited it into his mouth, savoring the weird feeling as it slid down his throat.
"Last time I checked with Tsubaki it was 23."
"Pfft, that Black*star. Well I guess I wouldn't like him if he was any other way. And don't tell him I said that." He added pointing a finger at Maka.
"Trust me, I wouldn't. His ego's already inflated enough. Alright, let's go home."
She stood up off the bench and took a step forward, thoughts already turned to home and what she was going to make for dinner because it was her turn to cook. But as she put her weight down on her right foot a sharp pain lanced up her leg and caused her to stumble forward. Seeing this Soul shot forward to stop her from face planting into the pavement. There was a blur of motion, an entangling of limbs, and then silence. Shocked silence, to be precise.
Staring straight into Soul's surprised crimson eyes, Maka evaluated their current situation.
She was lying flat on top of him, their chests pressed firmly together.
Soul's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist.
And to top it all off; their lips were pressed against each other.
In her mind's eye, Maka could literally see the word:
Eh?
written above them.
In the blink of an eye Maka scrambled off Soul and scooted several feet back. There was another long awkward silence, and then she decided to break it.
"I think I may have sprained my ankle."
"O- oh. How?"
"Probably going around that corner too fast?"
"Uh… which one?"
"The right one."
"Oh…"
"…"
"…"
She could feel her face burning, and she wanted nothing more than to run far away from Soul at the moment, but with her ankle it was impossible. Doing nothing was driving her crazy, but as she opened her mouth to speak again she was interrupted by Soul.
"You shouldn't walk on it again. Here, I'll carry you back."
And before she could protest he had hoisted her up and was carrying her bridal style back to the motorcycle. Neither said a word on the way back. When they got back to the apartment Soul dutifully treated her ankle, gave her some pain pills and sent her off to bed.
Crawling underneath the cold blankets, Maka's mind kept replaying what had happened.
'So he wants to pretend like it never happened. I guess it's better that way.'
She stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. But it never came.
Smooth jazz blared from Soul's headphones as he gazed at the ceiling.
'She looked so scared; the way she backed away from me, like I had a disease or something.' He frowned, absentmindedly touching his lips. 'And why do I care?'
He cranked his music louder.
The next day~
"Waahh!"
Crash!
"Uh, professor Stein? Why did you bring that chair out into the forest?" Tsubaki asked politely as Patti laughed insanely and the rest looked on with sweat-drops beading on their foreheads.
Upon making his entrance Stein had wheeled his chair right over an exposed tree root and landed onto the ground at their feet, textbook already raised in front of his face.
"For today's special lesson you're going to summon you're strongest techniques and see how long you can stay in that state."
"Impossible! The almighty I would tear this forest to pieces if I used my most powerful attack! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Black*star yelled as he struck a dramatic pose on a stump.
Professor Stein shook his head and released a plume of smoke from his mouth.
"I'm not telling you to attack anything, I'm just saying to take on an attack form and hold it. For example Black*star; I want you to go into Demon Sword mode and hold it for as long as you can."
"That's a piece of cake! Yahoo!" At this Tsubaki blushed.
"Everyone got it?"
As everyone nodded Maka stole a tentative glance at Soul, who appeared to be ignoring her. They hadn't spoke much at breakfast, and not at all on the ride to school. The tension was starting to drive her crazy.
"Alright Maka, let's do this!" Soul said to her, still not completely making eye contact.
"Uhn."
When they went to grasp hands she blushed furiously and flinched a bit. Before now she had never realized how intimate a gesture it really was. But after the "incident" holding hands with Soul like this was… different.
Expecting Soul to turn fully into his scythe form, she was surprised when his other arm turned into the blade but the rest of his body stayed normal.
"What are you doing? Transform all the way baka!" She said impatiently.
"Just give me a second will ya?" He growled.
By now Black*star and Kid were watching in amusement, and Maka could feel Tsubaki, Liz, and Patti watching from their weapon forms too.
'How embarassing… and he's a death scythe… -_-'
Taking a deep breath, Soul seemed to compose himself and turned fully into a scythe. But when she took him into her hands she immediately knew something was wrong. Through her gloves she felt the familiar heat as the scythe burned her hands. Gasping she dropped him on the ground.
"Aaggh! What the hell was that for?" He yelled returning to normal.
"Ah, as I thought," said Stein wheeling his chair up behind them. "Your souls are out of sync again. Did perhaps something happen?" He asked with a suspicious gleam in his eye, Maka noticed.
What had happened the night before flashed before both their eyes, causing them to blush and look anywhere but each other.
"Perhaps a lover's spat?" Kid queried, receiving glares from both of the two.
"Black*star isn't interested in romance! But if I wanted a woman I'm sure I could have anybody I wanted, AHAHAHAHAA!" At this declaration his sword turned a fearful shade of red.
"Why don't you two go practice on your own and sort things out. Come back here when you can sucessfully synchronize with each other again," said Stein.
Without a word Maka left the clearing with a furious blush. Behind her she could hear Soul following.
When they got a far enough distance away Maka turned to him and offered her hand. Taken aback for a moment Soul didn't know what to do, but then realized what she was implying and grasped her hand, transforming into a scythe.
They tried three more times to sync, but failed each time, and each time their frustration only grew. Finally on the fourth attempt both snapped.
"Argh! What is up with you lately!" She yelled in frustration.
"Don't blame me! This is all your fault!" He growled back.
"Well since you've had trouble changing it's your fault, baka!"
"You're the one who can't hold on to me without burning your hands, BAKA!"
"Well I know it's not coming from my side."
"Well it's not my problem either!"
At this both teenagers huffed and turned their backs, walking off in opposite directions.
Current time~
'What is up with him?'
"I mean, it wasn't that bad right? It was only an accident…" Maka mumbled to herself as she made her way toward the school building. "But to pretend it never happened? As if it meant nothing…"
She shook her head, angry at the path her thoughts were taking her.
"Argh! I need someone to talk to! But who?" she wondered.
She would prefer someone kind, and non-judgemental. Someone who wouldn't look down on her and would surely give her some sound advice and not some ridiculing reply…
"Ah!" She exclaimed as she put a fist to her hand. "I know who to ask!"
Then she was off to the school to find her.
'What is up with her?'
"Why would she flinch like that when we touched? We've done that over a thousand times before…" Soul grumbled.
He wasn't good with emotional shit like this. Hell, he even ran away from home because he was avoiding emotional crap, and he partially paired up with Maka because she seemed like a pretty unemotional person, (well, besides anger that is.) Now he found himself waist deep in waters he never intended to explore.
"Why is this happening now?" He groaned out loud.
"Wow, it must really be serious then to have made you like this," said a voice behind him. Whirling around he saw Kid standing behind him.
"Kid! What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk… it looks like you need it. Tell me what happened between you two."
With a heavy sigh of defeat Soul spread out on the ground.
"Alright, if you insist. It happened last night during a mission…"
To be continued.
Wrote more than I thought. This was supposed to be a smutty one shot. Hmm, well I'll do a lemon in the next chapter then, how's that?
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