Author's Note:
Hi guys, this is my first fic, so I hope you like it. I'll try to update once a week, but school can be crazy so we'll see what happens. Please feel free to review and correct me on anything.
Also, I don't own Soul Eater or any of its characters.
PS. Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter; it made me so excited to see that someone actually read it!
Chapter 2
Maka was sitting quietly on her couch, reading a book one of her professors had suggested to her. It was about a man who fought dragons and saved villages, although, according to her teacher, if one were to read deeper, they would come to realize that the man is unnecessarily slaying the dragons to satisfy his own ego. Maka wasn't exactly convinced, but the story was entertaining nonetheless.
It was winter, and there was a light dusting of snow outside, making her glad to be indoors with her fuzzy socks on. She had made herself a cup of hot cocoa and had decided to just relax today because Soul was at Kate's apartment, and Maka knew he wouldn't be back to bother her for a few hours. She read for a little longer and then took a nice hot bath. She got out and made something to eat, and she was just back to reading when she heard the front door fly open.
"Soul?" she said, surprised by his sudden entrance. He shut the door quietly behind him and began taking his shoes off absent mindedly.
"I'm back," he said monotonically. He seemed kind of off to Maka, but she dismissed it as annoyance with the current below-freezing temperature.
"Did you have a nice time at Kate's place? Did she like the cookies I sent with you?" Maka started to think she was sounding like a mom asking her son about school.
He looked at her expressionless for a bit before pulling his mouth into a sloppy grin. "Everything went great, Maka." Then he stiffly turned around and walked into his room. She stared after him for a while before shrugging and returning to her book.
Maka heard no noise coming from Soul's room for at least an hour; she decided it would be best to check on him so she got up and walked to his door. She still heard absolutely no noise, no light snoring, no soft music, no angry rustling of papers. She knocked, disrupting the silence. No response came from the other side so she became worried and figured she should go on in to make sure Soul was still alive. He was sitting on his bed with his feet resting on the floor, staring at the wall. He made no reaction to Maka's entrance so she slowly went and sat next to him. "Are you alright, Soul?"
He nodded, but of course she highly doubted it was sincere. "Did you and Kate fight? You didn't break up, did you?"
This time he looked up at her and shook his head. "It's all my fault," he said, voice hoarse.
"I'm sure that's not true. It can't be all your fault. Unless you cheated on her... but I know you would never do that." Maka had started to lightly rub his back in an attempt to make him feel better.
Soul shook his head again and shut his eyes. "You don't get it. It's my fault. She's right; I'm a horrible boyfriend. I just didn't want to make her mad, but she's right. I don't care enough. I don't show enough love for her. I'm so insensitive; I deserve anything she does to me."
"What? Soul, did she do something to you?" She asked, confused by his choice of words.
Soul sat up straight and opened his eyes quickly. He looked at Maka, and she thought she saw fear in his expression before he smoothly lifted one eyebrow. "No. Of course not. We just got in a small fight. No big deal, really."
"But you seemed pretty upset just now, and-"
"Maka. Stop. I said it wasn't a big deal. You don't need to worry about anything," he said, cutting her off and standing up. "Now, I'm going to go shower, so you should leave."
"But Soul I-"
"Really, everything is fine," he cut her off again, but this time he smiled lightly while he spoke.
She was a bit unnerved by his sudden change in demeanor, but Maka complied and left his room without a word. She wasn't sure what had really happened between Soul and Kate. Soul seemed very shaken by it, but he also seemed unwilling or maybe unable to talk about it. She wandered back into her room before remembering she left her book on the couch. On her way to get it she passed the bathroom. The door was slightly open, and she saw Soul standing shirtless, brushing his teeth. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a large bruise along his hip and stomach that looked to be caused by being kicked.
"Soul..."
His head whipped towards her voice, and he stared at her in shock for a second then quickly slammed the door in her face.
This chapter is kind of short, but the next one will be longer hopefully. I just didn't want to keep people waiting. Please let me know what you think, even if you hate it!
