Chapter 2: Pancake Kisses
Second Chapter! Hooray!
Normal POV
Soul woke up first. Since it was Saturday, there was no need to get up early, but he was up at eight AM. Maka had rolled over onto her back, so she was off his chest, physically but not mentally. He had to think seriously about last night, and what had happened. He got off the bed quietly to make some breakfast to surprise Maka when she woke up, and headed to the kitchen.
Hmmm… Let's see. He thought, thinking about what to make. Maka's favorite breakfast is pancakes, right?
He set to making the batter and trying to make it just right for her. He cracked a few eggs on the table and poured them in a boul. He added sifted flour, and sugar; and nutmeg, for a special touch. Maka loved nutmeg… or did she like cinnamon? He couldn't remember, but oh well. Maybe she liked it spicy. He was sure Maka would love it either way, though.
He heated up the pan slowly but surely, swirling butter around the edges of the pan. He poured the mixture into the pan, making a large pancake that Maka would love. He made a few more, then some for Blair and himself.
Maka soon stumbled out of the room sleepily, high on her heels on pancake smell wafting towards her. "S-Soul, it was my turn to cook!" She whined, gratefully, gently. She put her hands on his chest, looking into his bloodlust red eyes. She stretched up for his ear, and whispered once again in it.
"I love you, Soul Eater Evans." She whispered almost silently, almost sounding embarrassed.
"I love you too, Maka Albarn." He whispered back, also very quiet, but not embarrassed.
And they sat down and ate pancakes. Maka abruptly spit her pancake out, gasping for air. "S-Soul!" She yelled angrily. "You added chili powder to the pancakes!? MAKA-CHOP!" She grabbed a book out of seemingly thin air and brought it down on Soul's head.
Soul gasped as blood starting pouring out of his head, almost comically. "Oh, Maka." He laughed, and hugged her.