I am soooooooooo sorry it took me so long to update. But I honestly think if I'd updated sooner you wouldn't get the cool and real-fluff story you're getting now. That said, all of that considered, I'll be updating more regularly, because I don't wanna be a published author who puts her readers on hiatus-watch. So after a year-Soul and Maka hate/?love? relationship is back!
Though he tried, keeping Maka upright with just his arms didn't hold out long. So, keeping a tight hold on Maka's waist, Soul shifted his weight on the wall and let himself slip gently to the grimy ally floor, balancing her back on his knee. Being weak, and slowly falling while supporting her, made him naseous. Maka fit naturally on his lap-and the ally was cold. Soul needed all the body heat he could get. But mostly Maka laid in his lap because he knew how much she'd hate it. The opportunity was too tempting.
Soul spit as far away from them as possible, and cursed angrily. No matter how much he spit or swallowed, he could still taste Maka's blood in his mouth. It felt...creepy. What had been going on in his mind to make him snap like that? It was so strange. Suddenly he was reading her mental waves like he was appart of her. What was worse, what he didn't understand, was how he hadn't hesitated. He did it on reflex. Like something just took over his body and was suddenly making out with Maka. Touching her lips, her hair.
Soul spit again, his throat paper dry. How he hated the memories that now rushed at him now. They were like a stranger's memories. They should belong to Maka's boyfriend, or an underage drunk boy. They didn't match with Soul's personality. This morning he could have sworn that he would not be making out with his master, no matter how much her moodyness and burns hurt Soul. What had flipped the switch? Soul flinched, remembering himself putting Maka on the wall, just wanting...? What? What had he been wanting? Tears began to stream out of his eyes. He could almost reach the earnest wish in the back of his head. A sort of warm persistent emotion. But just as quickly as the idea blossomed, it atomized.
How could he do this? Maka might not forgive him, just like when they were fourteen. He couldn't stand that. After Soul had risked himself to save Maka from the Keeshin, and it had been defeated, she'd pushed him away. Becoming cold and distant forever, and Soul seeing the hurt look in her sharp green eyes. At first he hadn't taken the look seriously, but as weeks and months passed, Soul started to realize how much he had hurt her. That it was too late to fix it. Pushing more and more responsibility on herself, she even soloed missions. Around that time started all the bandages and bruises. Seeing this, Soul had become vindictive. Showing her she couldn't survive on her own would make her allow him to help, Soul bet. But it backfired. After arguing, Maka shouted the words still etched in Soul's heart: "I'll show you! I'm the stronger one Soul. I'm going to fight a keeshin. You'll just hold me bac,k so don't stop me!" and left. Maka's plan to use the scythe genes inherited from her dad. By the time Soul caught up Maka was badly injured. Although she still woun't admit it, Maka would've died. As it was, with Maka and Soul putting up a hell of a fight, they were dangeriously overmatched since Soul and Maka weren't compatible. The Keeshin, who from the beginning had just been playing with them, lost interest. Maka fainted from blood loss and Soul dragged her to the insititute. And it was after that Stein asked Maka either she should find a new weapon, or they take a blue pill that would "make them more compatable, no matter what". Soul could throttle Stein for failing to mention they'd be sharing every waking emotion and injury together. Soul would avalanched by his partners hatred and sulkiness. But still, it was better than option A.
Maybe sleepyness was getting to Soul, but sleeping in an ally was pretty dangerous. Maybe? ...Still, he'd be cold...but that was better than the latter occurring? Carefully, Soul moved Maka to his left side, hiding her from any "criminals" entering the ally, with his body. Maka grumped in her sleep when Soul took his hands off her. She shifted so her head was on his back on knee. Grabbing his shirt with her hand and holding on tightly. Huston, we have a problem, Maka's acting normal, Soul thought.
"L." Maka muttered softly.
"What?" Soul asked inquisitivly, bending closer to hear. Blackmailing props?
"Soul. ...first kiss."
A spasm of protectiveness washed through him. She was muttering his name. Oh, that had been her first kiss, too? He glared at the entrance ally, daring danger to enter. Suddenly his bravery level uped 20 notches. Soul got ahold of himself and shook his head. Was he completely stupid? Why was he so happy? Stop it Soul, he amended himself! Still, Maka must be cold. It would be wrong if he left her like that...after all that he'd...failed to do. Soul put his jacket over Maka's back, wrapping muscular arms around her shoulders. That wasn't so bad, or incriminating, Soul decided. Whatever! Exhausted, Soul's chin fell on his collarbone, both eyes were already closed.
"You made me, idiot." He muttered, already almost asleep.