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Chapter Two

Wrath [rath, rahth or rawth]-noun: 1. Strong, stern or fierce anger; deeply resentful indignation; ire.

2. Vengeance or punishment as the consequence of anger.

It really irked him when Maka was looked upon by guys, especially in the admiring and "I think you're hot" kind of way. He especially hated it when Death the Kidd would give her some casual looks. He knew that the OCD prone teen had some affection toward his meister, but that didn't mean that Soul like it.

Soul got into a pretty serious fight with Kidd over her when no one was around. It ended with Kidd having a black eye and Soul, accidentally, revealing his feelings toward to young bookworm.

It really irked Soul when Maka's papa got in his face, yelling obnoxiously about how he should treat his "sweet and darling daughter" better. This always made Soul become increasingly angry and furious with the red headed Death Scythe.

One fight got so intense that Spirit actually shut up, for once in his life, and listened to what the young weapon had to say, "It really pisses me off when you get in my face about the way I treat Maka. You're her godforsaken father and you treated her like shit when she was younger. I'm not you. I won't betray or fuck her over. Got it, old man?"

Spirit looked at the young boy- er, man in front of him, "I just don't want you to hurt her like I did. I really do love Maka with all my heart, but my actions have made her hate me. I don't think she'll ever forgive me," he looked away from Soul as he said this, not wanting him to know the depth of his sorrow.

"Shut up old man," this immediately got the older man's attention," Maka doesn't hate you; she just can't get over the way you betrayed her mother. She honestly loves you too, but she's afraid that you'll betray her like you have with every other woman in your life. Stop being so Goddamn obnoxious and actually talk to her like a human being… talk to her like you're talking to me right now."

"YOU'RE SO GOOD TO MY LITTLE GIRL! I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU AS HER-" Spirit was cut off by an elbow to the side of the head, thanks to Soul.

"I said to shut up, old man," and with that, Soul left the room that the two inhabited during their conversation/confrontation.

It really and absolutely irked Soul when Maka doubted herself, like right now. They were in the middle of a major fight against a kishin, "Maka! Concentrate dammit!"

She skidded to a stop and, quickly, slipped behind a stone wall, "I am Soul."

"No, you're not!" came Soul's voice in its echoed tone, since he was in his weapon form, "Stop fucking doubting yourself and get back in the game."

Maka only nodded before jumping back out toward the fight. After a few quick and skilled swings of Soul, they defeated the kishin and Soul enjoyed the tasty egg that it left.

Once they made it back to their shared apartment, Soul pulled Maka into the living room and made her sit on the couch, "What the fuck was that all about?"

"What was what all about?" Maka asked, confusion showing on her face.

"The way you were during that fight. You could've gotten yourself hurt, or worse, killed! Stop doubting yourself during a fight. You may not be saying anything, but I can feel it Maka, I can feel everything you're feeling when we're synchronized," Soul said before sitting beside her and placing his hand into hers and whispered, "Soul Resonance."

Once their minds were connected, Soul let all his thoughts and feelings pour out.

You're the coolest partner.

You're so incredibly strong and I respect you so much.

Stop fucking doubting yourself, I'll never leave you. I promise.

We're in this together for the long run. You will make me the best and coolest Death Scythe known to the world.

I love you.

Maka looked up at Soul after they separated from their resonance. He loved her? Since when? Why?

"Soul…" Maka muttered, finally meeting his ruby eyes, "Are you being serious with me?"

Soul's face was red with anger and fear; fear of her laughing in his face and angry that she might do that, "Why would I joke about that, Maka? Cool guys don't do that."

Maka smiled before throwing herself at him, hugging him, "I love you too," was all she said before she pulled back and gave him the most genuine smile that she could muster. He wasn't angry with her for the way she fought; he was angry at her for not trusting herself and not believing in her own strength.

Maka always irked Soul in more ways than one, even though, most of the time, it wasn't her own doing.

A/N: There ya go. Two chapters down, five to go. Please review with some constructive critique and ways to help me improve. Thank youuuu~! 3