Author's Note: Hi ... don't kill me. I know I haven't been really active at all in like the past 2 years, but I've been busy with other stories on other accounts, but I went through rereading some SoMa stories and just .. I literally love this ship so much. So I'm going to try and actually commit myself back into my writing properly for this fandom, at least finish that story I owe you guys. For now though, you get this, Maka's POV of the first chapter. I don't own Soul Eater.
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by: Setkia
"Soul, do you just walk around carrying pads?"
Maka sees him from the corner of her eye, his hands in his pockets. He's not saying a word, he's quiet, with his head down, like he wants to blend into the background.
He's weird. He doesn't make sense.
Most men she knows would be showing off, like Black*Star, they'd be loud and rambunctious, trying to get attention. Not him. He's quiet. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere but where he is.
Before Maka knows what's happening, she's standing in front of him.
"Hey, Soul, right?" she says and she wonders if he can tell that she's nervous.
"Maka, right?" he drawls.
There's a beat of silence.
"You're not going to talk to anyone?"
"Why would I?"
"To get a Meister," Maka says, confused. Doesn't he understand that being a weapon is a gift?
"Don't need one."
He's one of those.
"You're a weapon, every weapon needs a Meister."
"You're saying I'm incapable of handling myself on my own?"
"No," Maka says slowly, "just … Weapons need Meisters, same ways Meisters need weapons."
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right."
"No, I need one," she says and she wonders why she's suddenly telling him more than she planned. "I'm not like the others. I can't fight hand to hand, I need a weapon or else I'm defenceless."
"So why are you talking to me?"
"You're weird."
"So why are you spending your time with a weirdo?"
Maka pauses. It's strange. His soul … it's different. "I can feel your soul."
"What?"
"I think our souls are compatible for Soul Resonance." She realizes in that instant that the idea of getting close this weird boy doesn't sound as horrible as she previously thought.
"What the hell is that? And if I'm so weird, why are you talking to me?"
"Cause I think I can straighten you out," Maka says simply. "Maka …" The ash blonde closes her book slowly and then- "CHOP!"
His knees almost cave in from the force.
"Your posture is horrible. You slouch too much."
"Is that it?" he asks.
"What do you mean? Your manners are horrible too, even if you came from a high-class family."
"That's all?" He looks expectant like there's something more she's missing.
"Isn't that enough?"
As a general rule, Maka does not trust men. Because men are scum, they think you don't notice their lies and deceit, but Maka can see through it all. But this boy … he's different, she can tell.
He's … weird.
Maybe he's worth a shot.
Author's Note #2: So the thank yous!
Guest: Heh ... yeah it's been a while.
TheCrimsonOtaku: So I did this. I don't know, I don't think it should be anything more than maybe a collection of one-shots of like, important moments in their partnership? Like how All in the Grip focused on stuff like that.
Kamui Senketsu: Uh ... hope your teeth have grown back?
I do have files for a story for Kidd and Liz, and stuff, so like ... yeah, I'm not done with the Soul Eater fandom just yet.