Author's Note: Bleeehhhh. Weeellll~ This was supposed to be last week's chapter, but my computer died, so, yeah. Dx This one actually includes the song~! Which is Can't Stand It by NeverShoutNever. It's adorkable. :D I'm sorry 'cause I think the song bits are out of order, if you don't know the song just ignore that statement 8D, and sorry for some pointless bits, I was trying to make it longer... Oh well. /x This week's chapter should be up tomorrow.. -shrugs-
Disclaimer: It's called 'fan'fiction for a reason~
They sat on the couch, meister and weapon.
Maka sat on Soul's right, with her legs pulled up to her chest to lay her head on comfortably.
Soul sat on Maka's left, holding her arm to assess the damage and the pads of his fingers gently massaging Maka's bruises as he bandaged her recent wounds.
They had just returned after finishing their most recent mission and giving their mission report.
They had been gone for a couple of days. If Maka remembered correctly, we were on that pre-kishin mission for four days, but her mind wasn't exactly functioning fully at the moment. Things had gone rather smoothly. They arrived in the deserted village on Soul's motorcycle, which happened to be in the middle of nowhere, and scoped out the surrounding terrain the first day. Then they planned their attack the second day, and fought the third day. It luckily happened to be a semi-occupy-able village, without an inn, but included a couple of still standing shacks with a nearby river. Maka and Soul had had to share a bed, since they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor or a couch. One of the larger houses of the run-down village was, well, large and the bed in it had been big enough for three people, so it wasn't too awkward. I wouldn't have minded that much though… 'sides Soul's a very effective human heater. As they were leaving for Death City, they encountered a small problem, though. Apparently the pre-kishin they had defeated had a mate. A very angry, female mate. One that wasn't at all happy that her hubby had died unexpectedly. This one was a simple pre-kishin that just happened to also have claws and know how to use them. Hence the reason Soul was currently fretting over his meister. Even though they managed to defeat the second pre-kishin, she had managed to land a few, good hits.
The blonde sighed happily as Soul continued his touches. His hands are sooo soft, that damn lucky piano he refuses to play. Ugh, now I'm jealous of damn, inanimate objects. Damn, inanimate, stupid, uncool objects… Her mouth managed to pull down in a frown before going back to a contented line from the special treatment she was receiving. She was glad she had been allowed by her weapon to change into her comfort clothes. A dress shirt and short skirt just weren't as comfortable as sweats. Known fact, right there. He hadn't wanted to let her out of his sight and had inspected her head before letting her put her hair down. Her head had begun to hurt from having her hair up for the most part of their mission and the journey home.
Maka was dozing off as Soul's light touches and careful movements lulled her to sleep. The scratches weren't deep, just enough to sting and make her cringe when she moved her arm around too much. Though, Soul thought any wounds on his meister were his responsibility to take care of since he was supposed to be protecting her. Even though there was no way she was going to not come away from a fight without any 'battle scars'. Then there was the fact that both didn't want the other to get hurt. Maka sighed internally, oh well. Sides, she liked the attention. She hid her face behind her free arm to hide her smile. This is definitely the best part of missions, well, besides maybe Soul Resonance and being together in the Black Room. She flinched as Soul touched a tender part of her arm and her hands tightened automatically. "Oh, sorry Maka, I'll try to be more careful." He continued to prod her arm and apologized every time she flinched from him touching one of her injuries.
Soul brushed against a particularly big scrape and Maka yelped as tears formed in her eyes. "Kay, I think you're all taken care of." She thanked him and sniffled before looking at her injured arm. He did a good job, as usual. He was getting used to taking care of her, though she didn't mind, it gave her less to worry about. She looked at him and smiled thankfully as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. When she opened her eyes again she saw Soul frowning at her. "What?" she questioned.
"I made you cry again, didn't I?" He scowled. She frowned slightly at this. "It wasn't your fault Soul, you just touched a tender spot, s'all good." She smiled at him warmly and his serious expression lessened. "I still don't like hurting you Maka." She rolled her eyes at that and his lips quirked up in a twisted smile. "You're bound to hurt me sometime, it's human nature." She scrunched her eyes us and stuck her tongue out at him. He responded by putting his arm around her shoulders fondly and rubbing the knuckles of his opposite hand on her head. "Ahhh! Soul, stop it!" Maka squawked and swatted at him blindly with her good arm. He rolled his eyes and took the hand he was abusing her hair with to pick up the remote for the TV and turned it on. A music channel came on and he turned his head to raise an eyebrow at the girl next to him. "I got.. bored.. and if we have it we might as well use it… what? I don't listen to trance all the time." Maka pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, looking away. "I never accused you of such a thing, Maka." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye to see him smirking at her. "Says the king of all things musically dark, Soul." He rolled his eyes as a new song began on the TV.
"Ooohh~! I love this guy! His voice is sooo adorable~!" Maka squealed out uncharacteristically and grabbed the remote from Soul's hand. When she finally managed to grab it out of Soul's slack hand she turned the volume up and started to sing along, surprisingly on-key. Soul blinked confusedly and turned his gaze to the screen. "Can't Stand It by Never Shout Never? … Oh god, Maka. His voice is so high. I mean at least he curses. ..Wait, was that a freaken' man-giggle?" Soul scowled, "This is uncool on so many levels, Maka."
Maka just giggled, "You just wish you could 'man-giggle'." She jumped up from the couch and stuck a hand out in front of him. "Dance with me, pleeaasee~?" Soul raised an eyebrow at her from his perch on the couch. "I'm kinda comfy here, Maka."
She pouted and wiggled her fingers in front of him. "Pleaaaseee? Please, please, please, pleeeeaaseee~?" Soul just stared up at her blankly, before sighing and standing up. Maka frowned but her eyes lit up when Soul spoke. "Fine, fine, I cave. C'mere you." The weapon took his meister's hands in his and stepped slightly closer to her. "You do realize this is an upbeat song right? You really want to risk your toes to dance with me, Soul? D'aww, I'm honored~!" Maka closed her eyes and smiled sweetly as she heard her partner scoff. Soul tugged her closer. "Just follow my lead." "M'kay." Soul simply rocked them back and forth gently, trying to keep his meister from causing herself more, unneeded damage. He looked down to see Maka smiling carefreely. Her head was resting on his collarbone, yes he was finally taller than her, with her eyes closed and she was unconsciously leaning on him.
The more I think about the more I want to let you know that everything you do is super duper cute and I can't stand it~
Soul, shook his head, was he actually listening to the cheesy song? And was he actually relating to it? Nomore of Maka's girly romance-comedies for him. Though, the dork did look pretty adorable, and he hadn't seen her this peaceful in a long time. It was… nice. Well, it let him relax a little easier, anyways. He shifted his hands to her waist and her arms wrapped around his chest. "Mmm, comfy." Maka mumbled, and Soul's cheeks tinted light pink. He scrunched up his nose and grimaced, so un-cool. His smile came back though as Maka yawned and leaned on him more noticeably, shifting her grip to his waist. She tried to stretch but yelped as she stretched her momentarily forgotten injuries.
"Hmm, I knew this was a bad idea." Soul went to pull away but blinked confusedly as he was kept in place. "Nooo, don't gooo." Maka pouted again as she tightened her grip around his waist. "Maka, don't! You're going to hurt yourself more, idiot!"
Baby, I love you~ I never want to let you go~
"But I dun wan yu ta go." Maka mumbled into his shirt. Soul rolled his eyes but smirked. "Fine, fine." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a hug. "You know I don't like it when you're in pain, though." "Maka isn't caring at the moment." "Ugh, that was just cheesy, ya bookworm." "Souull…" "Oh, thanks for reminding me! Ya flat-chested bookworm."
And you-ooh, you got me where you want me, 'cause I'll do-ooh, anything to please you, just to make it through, another year~
Maka managed to land a hard punch to his kidney. "Argh, fine, you're just too easy to annoy. And I didn't even get a Maka-chop that time! Hey, did you injure more than just your arm?" "Soul! You idiot, you're the one that had to check every inch of me for scrapes, just lemme go!" "Aww, snuggle time over?" Maka continued to punch his chest half-heartedly until he let go.
You-ooh, I saw you 'cross the room, and I knew-ooh, that this was going to blossom into something beautiful, … you're beautiful~
Maka stomped off to her room, which happened to be in the opposite direction of where they were standing in the living room. "Love you too, Maka~!"
Maka stopped, her shoulders stiff. She turned slowly to look at him. "Good night, Soul." Maka managed to spit out. Soul waved at her, a toothy grin on his face and sleepy eyes sparkling. She rolled her eyes in an attempt to end the conversation. She then continued to turn around and walk nonchalantly through her door, just to slam it closed and slide down it, lying in a blushing heap. Phew, that was close. Curse my annoying hormones. Your male partner says he loves you and you get all mushy. He almost saw my stupid, girly reaction. … That jerk, scythe-boy really shouldn't say things he doesn't mean. Hmph, good-looking idiot. She still found herself smiling wistfully as the finishing song blasted from the TV. It was just loud enough for her to hear through the grained wood of her door. She shook her head, the song reading her thoughts.
And I can't stand it, no I can't stand it~