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Scene 2: Karma
"Aachoo." Quite possibly the only lingering feelings that trip left behind are the ones I'm witnessing right now. I've concluded that snow pisses me off. I don't like it.
I personally don't think I ever will.
"Aachoo."
I hate sneezing even more though. Perhaps if I just stay here in this house forever then I'll never have anything to worry about. Nothing will ever touch me ever again.
Yeah as if. I'm not some shut in.
Sneezing was getting old and it was getting old fast. For one I couldn't go to work, there was no way that even Papa was going to allow me to frost any cupcakes. I wasn't going to miss school though for a minor sneeze. For each sneeze I got a polite 'bless you' from Kid and an offer of a handkerchief. After about five times sneezing I got 'Maka is shooting SNOT ROCKETS' from a merciless Patty.
Apparently scowling at her only makes her louder.
How she can get any louder is a mystery to me. Oh how I wanted to clobber her.
Another couple of sneezes later Stein offered to look up my nose.
My day just kept getting better from there.
After school my nose was brilliant red, red as a cherry in fact. So much so that when I spotted Black*Star he covered his mouth trying to silence his snickers. I sneezed in his direction and he practically threw himself backwards in fear that I was going to brain him.
This caused a 'you idiot' from Soul and a sigh from Tsubaki.
"What? It's not my fault that your girlfriend is a tyrant! She'll eat you alive."
"Black*Star." I scowl at him. My speech is impaired, so much so that I can't believe I'm even attempting to say…well anything. I can only imagine how pleased Soul is to learn that 'yes' I cannot speak. For once. "Ass."
"Tarzan." Black*Star retaliates.
My feet leave the ground as I throw myself at him, fists a flying so much so that I'm ready to connect with his face at any moment.
Unfortunately Soul expects me to do this and swiftly clothes lines me around the waist leaving my feet to dangle. I hang like a rag doll flipping Black*Star off because honestly it's the best thing I can do as of right now.
Jerk.
"Let's go home I'll make some canned soup or something." Mmmm soup. Soup can be pretty much anything although I highly doubt Soul is going to make homemade soup. He might if I beg and plead with him but like hell that's going to happen. "You can lie down, sleep, and be quiet."
I knew it. "I'll sleep on the couch so that you don't catch it."
"What?"
"I said I'll sleep on the couch so that you don't catch it."
"What?"
"Oh forget it!" I sighed.
"Get a sense of humor." Soul smirks.
I glower. "Get a life."
"Damn you are sick," Soul touches my forehead. His hand feels so cool against my head…which I know is a horrible observation. "That was weak, real weak."
"Oh shut up!" Not everything I say has the potential to make a grown man cry. I can be nice, I can even be compassionate. I just don't like to.
"Now hold on…or else. I don't want to be shoveling Maka off the road."
"Mrph." I hug his chest too tired and (apparently) too weak to say anything remotely interesting. Ass.
So away we went. I kind of like the bike…it makes my pigtails fly so I like it. It's only when he drives like a fricken maniac (ahem nearly all the time) is when I actually have something to complain about. Soul seems to think that driving really, really fast makes him look really, really cool. I think he looks like an idiot.
But then again he doesn't always care what I think.
"Here." Soul holds out a hand to me once we've reached home. The bar is closed during the days, no one really came anyway. Besides Soul has school…when he chooses to actually participate in such things. "I'll carry you inside."
I blush; it's one of those annoying things that tend to happen. My face feels hotter than it already is, so much so that it's actually uncomfortable. "I can walk."
"I'm not saying you can't."
"Meh…"
"Don't be stubborn!" With that he yanks me forward and carries me inside anyway. I don't have the drive nor the energy to scream and kick like I usually would. "Now sit your ass down and wait a minute. I'll get you a blanket and pillow."
How…nice of him. Hmmm.
"Thank…you." I say when I'm all tucked in and everything. I'm not quite understanding this and yet I'm not sure what I think of it yet. He could either be playing at something or maybe he actually…is trying to show he cares.
Hmmm….
"Why are you being so nice anyway?" The hot soup has really cleaned my throat. It had only taken him a few minutes to microwave it. Eat at my own risk were his words. "I thought for sure that you'd tell me to tough it out."
"That's…" He looks to the side, slightly uncomfortable as he usually is with sensitive subjects. I'm about to tell him to forget it, why should I have him explain himself when he's helping me out? Because I'm Maka Albarn and I have a need to pester people. "Well…look I've never had anyone to take care of me. It sucked."
Oh…it's rare to have him talk about anything in his past. So much so that I'm staring at him blankly. "Soul…well you don't have to worry about that anymore! I'm here so I'll take care of you s-so don't worry." Right. I'm rambling and it's awkward. Soul is my partner; he already knows all of this.
Or at least I hope he does.
Shouldn't I as well? I'm his girl after all; it's only natural for him to want to take care of me. I'm going to stick to my end of the deal as well.
So I kiss him, just a kick peck on the lips to let him know I'm grateful.
"Aachoo!"…I've stopped trying.
"Bless you." Soul digs around in his back pocket for a handkerchief. I'm grateful until what he pulls out something that clearly isn't a handkerchief.
Oh.
My,
Shinigami.
"S-Soul!" I'm starring nose level at some very familiar panda printed panties. I'm not exactly thrilled to be seeing them outside of my underwear drawer.
"Hmmmm? Oh crap!" Yeah crap is right. He's quickly trying to cover them up. He manages to wave them around for all eyes to see. "M-Maka it's not what you-"
"Don't you dare tell me that you've been carrying those around! I can't believe you!" Based on his answer (brilliant mind you) I may or may not knock his lights out. "Well?"
Soul makes two very big mistakes here. First he shrugs it off like it no big deal getting this smug look on his already lazy face. Second he answers my question like this: It's kind of a habit.
He did not just say that.
So he's still walking around with my panda panties in his back pockets. Gross.
Really gross.
Hey look at that! My boyfriend is a pervert. How wonderful.
Not.
"SOUL!" From behind my pillows I take an overlarge book all about rivers. He's already covering his head with his eyes squeezed shut. "MAKA-CHOP!"
"Aachoo."
For those of you who have already guessed that, that isn't me: congratulations.
I cannot hide the smile on my face as I enter our living room. He's lying on the sofa with the television on and a bowl of chicken noodle on his chest. His nose is bright red.
I'm thrilled.
"I'd offer you my panties but you'd enjoy that too much." I smirk. He so deserves this.
Another sneeze.
More smiling.
"Look at who's trying to be funny."
"Look at whose funny looking," And she's back! "Rudolf." I add for good measures.
"Oh ha ha. After all I did for you," Soul sneeze. He blows his nose and tosses it to the floor. Ew. "Ungrateful brat."
I hate being called a brat, but I'll let it slide for now. After all my little Soul boy is sick.
I however lean down so that I can whisper into his right ear. "Karma. It's a bitch huh?"
He swats at me but I'm already heading into the kitchen; my pigtails flowing elegantly behind me.
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