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Maka awoke to harsh rays of sunlight beaming in through her window. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head, trying to block the light and go back to sleep. A few minutes passed before she groggily remembered that her alarm should have gone off, even though it was Sunday. She flipped around on her side and stared at the digital clock beside her bed. 11:32am. At the sight of the late hour she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Maka never slept past 8, even on weekends, it was a waste of valuable time.
It was a cool spring morning and out of the warmth of her bed comforters, her bare legs and arms had goosebumps. Maka pulled on some sweat pants over her shorts and grabbed her light blue hoodie off the floor. Walking to the bathroom she stopped when she heard shuffling in the kitchen.
"Soul...?" Maka leaned around the corner, pulling the jacket over her tank top.
"Good morning sleepy-head," Soul grinned up at her, idly poking at a skillet of scrambled eggs with a spatula.
Maka looked at him blankly, "Are you cooking breakfast?"
"Uh, yea. I thought you were smart," he tapped his head, "because that was kind of a dumb question."
She glared at him before going over to stand in front the stove, "Mhm, and you should start paying more attention," Maka pointed to the skillet, "because bacon is not supposed to look like that."
"Aw, shit," Soul cursed, attending to the burning meat.
Maka sighed and proceeded to take over his failed attempts at cooking food.
Once the bacon was salvaged and the eggs were deemed as edible, the two sat down at the kitchen table. Soul hungrily ate his eggs and bacon then washed it all down with a glass of milk. He eyed Maka's plate as soon as his was empty.
Maka ate a mouthful of eggs then swallowed. Reaching for the salt and pepper she asked, "So what's up with the sudden interest in the cullinary arts?"
Soul leaned back in his chair and locked his hands behind his head, "Just thought I'd do something nice for my meister," he shrugged.
"That's a first," Maka mumbled while dousing her eggs in salt.
Neither of them spoke for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Maka picked at the charred food for a bit, eating what she could.
Soul sat forward and leaned his arms on the table, looking over at Maka, "Are you doing anything today?"
"I need to run out in a bit and pick up groceries, then I thought about going to the bookstore and buying the next novel in the series I'm reading," she stood up and took her dishes over to the sink, "Why are you asking?"
Soul brought his own dishes over to the counter and stood beside her, "I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie or something."
Maka took his plate and started washing it in the soapy water, "Sure, sounds fun! What's showing?"
"Oh, um. Well, I think there was that one movie coming out..." he trailed off, rubbing a hand behind his neck.
Maka dried the plates off and turned to Soul with a hand on her hip, eye brow raised, "You should have planned something out before asking." she smirked.
"Truthfully I wasn't expecting to get past the asking part," he replied grinning.
Maka laughed and threw the towel she was holding at his face, "And why would that be? Did you think I don't want to hang out with you?"
Soul bent over and grabbed the hand towel off the ground from where it landed after colliding with his face. He stepped forward and placed it on the counter, then turned to Maka. His arms wrapped around her small frame and pulled her to his chest. Soul rested his head on Maka's shoulder, breathing in the smell of her strawberry scented hair. He closed his eyes, "No, I was just afraid that you would be busy."
Soul just held her like that for a moment, savoring each precious second. Maka relaxed in his grip and wrapped her own arms around his body, hugging him tightly. "How about we go see that new action movie that just came out, the one with the Russian spy." she suggested, still locked in his embrace.
Soul smiled, "Sure, sounds like a plan." he sighed and pulled away, his fingers lingering on her arms before falling to his side.
Maka searched his eyes, looking for any hint of his real emotions, but he was too good at concealing them. She quickly smiled, hiding her discomfort, and turned away to wipe off the counter top. Soul shuffled off to the bathroom and shut the door quietly.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Maka headed to her room, passing Soul's closed door. She changed out of her pajamas and into a black t-shirt and a red plaid skirt. Pulling on her combat boots, Maka hobbled into the bathroom. Green eyes stared back at her from the reflective surface of the mirror while she brushed through the tangled mess atop her head. Her fingers parted the ashy blonde hair that hung to her shoulders, expertly pulling it into two low pigtails.
Satisfied with her appearance, Maka strode out into the hallway and into the kitchen, "Soul, I'm headed out!" she found the grocery list stuck to the fridge by a magnet and pulled it off. Soul came into the room, dressed in red pants and a yellow and black jacket. A tan headband kept his wild white hair from hanging in his face.
Maka looked at him, "Are you coming shopping with me?"
He shrugged, "Yea, why not. I'll give you a ride. It'll help you get done faster since you're so slow." Soul sneered teasingly, producing a set of keys from his pocket and swirling them around his finger.
"Ugh, whatever," Maka grumbled, secretly relived that Soul had offered her a ride.
"Then let's go," Soul unlocked the apartment door and slipped out. Maka followed close behind, re-locking the door behind her.
"Can you go to the dairy isle and get a carton of eggs and some butter?" Maka read the list off to Soul, "Actually, scratch that, I don't trust you with eggs. Go get cereal, bread, and two cans of mushroom soup." she glanced up at him, "Think you can handle all that?"
"Yea, yea. Bread, cereal, and soup. Gotcha," he muttered,walking off towards the dairy section. Maka sighed "Other way, Soul."
He stopped abruptly then turned on his heel and went the other direction, his back hunched in unadmittable embarrassment.
Maka finished up the list and met with Soul at the check-out lines. He handed her the items. "You're supposed to get whole wheat, not multi-grain!" Maka huffed at the label on the bread bag.
Soul gave her an annoyed expression, "Maybe if you were a bit more specific!"
"You see the bread I buy every single day don't you?" Maka argued, "It wouldn't hurt to take a look at what you're eating!"
"Look, I'll go change it out," Soul snatched the bread from her hand, "No need to get all bitchy about it."
Maka crossed her arms over her chest, boring a hole into Soul's back as he walked off down the isle. He returned a moment later, handing her the whole wheat package this time. Maka sighed, relaxing her expression into something more pleasant, "Thanks."
Soul shrugged in response, leaning against the check-out counter.
"That'll be thirty-five fifty," the young teen behind the cash-register smiled once they rung up all their groceries.
Maka pulled out her wallet and flipped it open, "Dammit, I left my debit-card at home. Soul, do you have yours on you? I need this cash for my book."
"Uhuh," Soul retrieved his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a plastic card, "Here you go." he handed it to Maka.
They finished paying and left the store, heading over to Soul's orange motorcycle parked in front. Storing the bags of food in the small compartment inside the seat, Soul swung his leg over the bike and started the engine. Maka hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Soul flipped up the kick-stand and sped off down the road. They stopped at their apartment and Maka ran the groceries in before continuing on to the bookstore.
Soul parked his motorcycle outside on the sidewalk and followed Maka into the small building. Maka immediately headed off down one of the isles, already sure of what she was looking for. Soul trailed behind, scanning book titles and lazily looking at the covers.
"Here it is," Maka chimed, grabbing a paperback off the shelf. Soul peered at the book in her hands. On the cover was a door with police tape stretched across it, the title was in black letter outlined in white, Secrets Behind Locked Doors.
"What's it about?" Soul inquired, a hint of actual curiosity in his voice.
Maka smirked, "I thought you hated books. Why so interested now?"
He shrugged.
"It's a mystery novel. A series of murders have been committed and even though they are all different, the police think they are connected somehow," Maka headed over to the register, book in hand.
"Hm. Sounds cool," Soul shrugged again, accompanying her to the counter.
Maka laughed, "Wow, Soul Eater Evans expressing an interest in reading? It must be the end of the world."
Soul just smiled sadly.
Once Maka checked-out, the two headed back out into the warm spring afternoon. Maka stretched her arms above her head, letting the cool breeze ruffle her hair.
Soul leaned against a brick pillar, his eyes on Maka, "Where to now?"
She was about to respond when her stomach growled loudly. Blushing, Maka replied sheepishly, "Somewhere to eat. I'm starving!"
Soul grinned, "I second that motion." he climbed onto his motorcycle and waited for Maka to get on and get situated. "Where do you want to eat, tiny-tits?"
Maka chopped him over the head with her new book, bruising his skull.
"Ow! Okay; sorry. I'll stop," Soul grimaced, rubbing his head.
"Head to that little cafe by the library. I heard they have good food," Maka wrapped her thin arms around Soul's waist, leaning onto his back as the motorcycle roared to life.
"Whatever you say...tiny-tits."