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Maka was pressed against Soul's back as he took her to his apartment down town on his motorcycle. After an awkward conversation with Wes, Soul had called a moving truck, which the two were currently behind. Maka frowned, this was not what she was hoping her day, no year, would turn out to be.
They pulled up to the large building as the movers were carrying the little things Maka had up to his room. "Why did you call a moving truck, when you could just have spent less money on renting a car or something?" she asked as he led her to the elevator.
"Because, my dear, I can," he said with an arrogant leer. And for the umpteenth time today Maka was reminded why she loathed the white haired man in front of her. The elevator ride was uncomfortably long. She could feel his gaze boring into her so she decided to look at her feet.
They walked up a flight of stairs to reach his room. "Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Albarn," he winked at her and flung open the door dramatically, waving his arms in presentation in front of him. He looked so silly half bent over and a childish grin placed on his face with his arms flung out everywhere. She just had to laugh. The stress of the day seemed to make it worse and she stood, bent over, with her arms covering her stomach as silent tears rolled down her face.
Soul straitened up and smiled widely at the girl wheezing in front of him. She collected herself and faced him, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "I'm sorry, where were we-…" she stopped when she got a view of the room in front of her.
Garbage littered the ground and clothes were about strewn everywhere. The place smelled stale and it looked like Soul hadn't cleaned in ages. "How long have you been living here exactly?" Maka managed to squeak out. It looked as though the place had been neglected for months.
Soul shrugged and said, "About two weeks."
Maka openly stared. She decided it would be best not to ask what had caused this place to be such a mess and walked inside. How is it that it could become this dirty in two weeks, she thought to herself and shivered.
"So where exactly will I be sleeping?" she asked. Maka hoped that her room didn't look like the rest of the place.
"Down the hall and the first door on the left is your room," he said, "but if you want you could always share a room with me," he drawled out.
Maka glared at him and stomped off towards her room, "Thanks for the invitation but I'm good!" she yelled and slammed the door. She glanced around her new living space and was relieved that he hadn't gotten to it yet.
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Maka had spent a night tossing and turning in her new room. At about 5:30 she decided to give up on sleep and get up. She took a long, hot bath before started making breakfast. That had been one of Soul's rules, breakfast and dinner must be prepared 6 out of seven days of the week and they always had to eat together unless stated otherwise.
Maka decided to make creamy scrambled eggs and bacon. Soul had a full fridge thankfully, so she had no problem getting ingredients. At seven she trudged over to Soul's room to wake him up. Despite it being Sunday he still had to go to work and had asked her to wake him up because he hated alarms.
She flung open his room, hoping that it would have woken him up. But of course she had no such luck. Soul was sprawled out over his bed, a crimson blanket loosely covering his midriff and upper thighs, and his legs spread out from under his comforter. Maka noticed with disgust that drool was running from his open mouth.
"Soul get up," Maka said softly but Soul only stirred slightly and snorted. She sighed, "Soul, get up," she said again, this time louder and she shook his shoulders. She narrowed her eyes in anger when he didn't even acknowledge her.
She growled before grabbing his shoulders and shaking him roughly. "Soul get the fuck up right now!"
Soul jerked out of bed, his eyes groggy and full of surprise. "Wha-what?" he said in confusion. He tossed the blanket up and Maka hissed in embarrassment. Soul was wearing… nothing. Nothing was covering his manhood.
She squeaked out an apology before making a hasty escape from the room. I hope he doesn't see my blush, she thought as she made her way to the kitchen.
Soul was left inside, grinning slyly at an embarrassed Maka. He had purposely worn nothing to bed, knowing she would have a hard time waking up. He just had too much fun teasing her.
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Soul had given specific instructions to clean the house while he was out at work. He was getting home late so he also wanted dinner made. Easy enough, right?
Maka soon found that the extent of the damage was far greater than was first expected. She spent most of the day cleaning. At six she decided to leave the remaining room dirty and start making dinner before finishing up.
The time spent cleaning distracted her from the image that kept popping into her mind, Soul's naked form sitting in front of her. She chastised herself for thinking of how flexible that muscular body was in bed.
She made her famous marinara sauce, and she added extra meat, thinking that Soul would enjoy it. After she had set it on the stove to cook slowly she made her way back to the last room to clean, the living room.
It didn't take nearly as long as some of the other rooms, and it was clear Soul hadn't spent that much time in the room. She picked up clothes and garbage on the ground and started another load of laundry. She swept and mopped the floor, and finished up the area by dusting off a beautiful grand piano in the center of the room.
After a good dusting the black wood gleamed with life. The black and white keys looked so smooth, Maka couldn't resist running a finger over them. It really was gorgeous, and she couldn't help but sit down at the bench and press one of the keys.
The note rung out and echoed around the room. It bounced off the walls and hung in the air until it faded into silence. She had never gotten music, despite trying to take classes on it. But the sound of the piano had always drawn her to it.
She pressed more keys sometimes adding two or three or just pressing one. She smiled at the sounds ringing in her ears. She was so distracted with the piano she hadn't noticed the door open quietly. Only until a hand was pressed gently on her shoulder did she realize Soul was home.
She jumped and looked up at the man standing over her. "Sorry Soul, I didn't realize…" she stopped when his finger found its way to her lips. His smile wasn't the usual cocky smirk but one full of emotion and nostalgia.
"Its ok, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said softly before sitting down next to her on the piano bench.
Maka asked tentatively, "Do you play piano?"
Soul looked sadly down at the keys before whispering, "You could say that." Maka was taken aback by his change in attitude at the mention of this instrument. Before she could ask about it though Soul was up and heading towards the smell of spaghetti.
"Dinner better be ready Maka," he said teasingly as he turned a corner. He called from the kitchen, "Remember our agreement? Now get in here and eat!"
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Maka bathed in the warmth of the sun. She was sitting outside her high school along with BlackStar who had his legs propped up lazily on the bike rack. Maka knew she had to get home soon, she had cleaning to do and promised Soul she would be there in half an hour. But she honestly couldn't bring herself to care.
"Hey BlackStar, I need to tell you something," she said to him. He looked relaxed, leaning back with his head in her lap. His eyes were closed, he was enjoying the warmth, and BlackStar had always loved the sun.
"Hmmm?" he said lazily, cracking a blue eye open to gaze up at her brooding face. Maka had yet to tell him she was working for a high-ranking member of an opposing gang.
"Umm, well…" A cheesy phone ring from the blue haired boy's pocket interrupted Maka in the middle of her confession.
"Hold on Maka. Hello? Liz, hey. Yeah, sure. Whatever, I guess I can. Yeah, I'll be there," he hung up and turned to Maka. "Sorry, I have something to do, we can finish this conversation later right?"
"Sure…" said Maka, defeated. She had psyched herself up for this and he was blowing her off? She didn't know if she would be able to do it again. BlackStar failed to notice the disappointment in her voice, and dashed off to his bike.
Maka sighed and glared at the blue sky. She wished it would rain, it had been a long time. She glanced up at the sound of feminine giggling and chattering. She felt her stomach drop to her knees at the sight of a certain white haired man leaning casually against a motorcycle, flirting with a group of bitchy teenage girls.
Maka was in a predicament, walk away and Soul would be pissed, go and talk to him and she would be on these girls' shit list. She decided to sit there and wait. Maybe Soul wouldn't spot her and she would get off Scott Free.
Luck apparently, was not on her side, because Soul caught her eye and waved enthusiastically to her, a large, stupid grin crossing his face. She groaned as the girls looked over towards her, seeming to look for the person Soul was waving to.
Maka groaned, realizing she no longer had a choice to run. She trudged unhappily over to Soul, pretending to ignore the death stares she was receiving. The girls that had crowded around his bike stared openly at the nerd who was approaching this unbelievably handsome man.
"Hey Soul," Maka mumbled.
"Hey Maka, I was bored so I decided to come pick you up," Soul grinned down at the seemingly timid girl.
"I could have walked myself," she said, glancing at him.
One of the girls found her voice, "So Maka, is doing some hot college guy's homework some desperate attempt to convince us your attractive," she said in a mocking tone. The girls behind her laughed quietly and smirked at her.
Maka felt herself slump in an unconscious attempt to get out of the girls radar. She was used to the hurtful words but that didn't mean that the comments didn't make Maka feel small.
She looked up at Soul and was surprised to see a change in his appearance. He was still slouching but he had a tense appearance about him. His white brows were furrowed and his head was held up. Crimson eyes were a dangerous dark red wine color. She could practically feel anger rolling off of him in waves.
He straightened up and a devilish grin crossed his face. His eyes were still dark but the girls didn't seem to notice his fury. But Maka was good at reading people like a book, and wrath was written all over Soul.
The clique winked and giggled at Soul as he continued to smile. He walked until he was standing along side Maka and stopped. The blonde almost jumped when his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against the curve of his body.
Maka flushed a deep red and sucked a breathe in through her nose. Soul's leather jacket smelled like musk and cinnamon. She found herself wanting to sink into his warmth.
Soul swung her so she was hanging over his arm slightly and she had no time as his lips found hers. His kiss was hot and soft, gently caressing her sea shell pink lips. It was only a few seconds but seemed to last an eternity and left her feeling cold.
He was still embracing her when he turned around. His breath was hot on her ear and sent shivers down her spine. She would have slapped him for taking advantage of her if not for the fact she was looking smugly at her bullies shocked faces.
Soul let her go and ruffled her hair affectionately before handing her a helmet. He winked at Maka before asking, "You ready to go beautiful?"
All she could do was nod and climb on the back of the motorcycle. She numbly watched the school and group disappear as they rumbled away. She was oblivious to the silent laugh shaking Soul's body.
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