My tech is Maka Alban. Her warm gloved hands swing me down heavily upon our opponent, slicing him clean in half. I still feel her touch as I transform back into my human form. I quickly devour the Kishin egg, saying a silent prayer before turning my head and locking my red eyes with the green eyes of my tech. So many things I wish to say, but none make it past my lips as I continue to stare into her emerald green pools.

She raises a eyebrow at me, and tilts her head slightly, "Something wrong Soul?"

Her voice held a teasing tone, such a different tone from one that is used to command me. I sometimes find myself shivering in excitement as her powerful and authoritative voice commands me to transform. She never seems to notice , like how she also seems to be oblivious to my feelings.

I thought for sure she would bring up our conversation when we spoke in my soul. However, she never brought it up again. True, I had said "like" not "love" but still, Maka was intuitive. I sighed inwardly,

I had probably discouraged her with my stupid comments about her small breast and unattractiveness.

That was years ago, I have grown and seen the errors in my ways. It's not her body that truly matters,

its her personality, her soul. I had always said this in my own discreet way, 'Its not the size or shape that matters,its the soul'.

I am roused from my thoughts by Maka's inpatient huff, "Well, if you have nothing to say, we should head back."

As she starts to move away my hand shoots out on its accord, grabbing a hold of her shoulder gently.

"Maka...I." I stop, the words dieing on my tongue. She looks over her shoulder at me making my already frazzled emotions short circuit.

"Yes?" she breathed, her voice soft and caring. My fear had won, my hand fell from her shoulder slowly back to my side.

"Thank you" was all I could say, my eyes drifting to the pavement in my shame for not telling her how

I felt...again. Dammit! She smiled, turning her body towards me before wrapping her arms around me in a friendly hug.

"I am your partner soul, I will always be there for you." she breathed softly in my ear.

I wrap my arms around her in turn, breathing in the smell of her shampoo, closing my eyes in sweet torture. How I wanted her! I wanted to take are friendship to the next level. To make her mine body, mind, and soul. However, my own insecurities held me at bay. Would it ruin are partnership as Weapon and Technician? We were after all, still in the middle of the battle with the Kishin, surely this was not the right time. She stepped back unwrapping her arms from around me, her warmth fading with her.

Her smile was contagious and I couldn't help the small smile that forming on my lips.

She laughed softly before turning back around, "Let's go home."

I stood there for a moment, watching her longingly as she headed towards our home, at a slow enough pace to where I could catch up easily when I chose to move. I let the wind caress me, as I said the words that I could not say to her face.

"I love you, Maka Alban."

Fin