Like I said, I don't own Soul Eater. *SAD FACE*
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So, my Number #1 Best Friend helped me out with the plot of this chapter! Thanks Arianne! Love ya loads! XD xo
WARNING! Rated M themes! You have been warned!
Anyways! Onwards with the chapter…!
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…Possessiveness…
…How does she show it…?
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"Soul-y-kins! Come help Blair wash her back!"
Maka ground her teeth as she clenched and unclenched her fists, gripping her skirt each time. She was getting seriously pissed off with this constant flirting. Her eyes twitched slightly each time that damn cat woman let out a squeal.
Just ignore it Maka… It's just Soul… Your Death Scythe… Your best friend… Your – Maka closed her eyes tightly and inhaled and exhaled sharply. Stop thinking like that. She told herself. Soul doesn't care about things like that. She sighed and relaxed back into the comfy sofa she was lounging on.
"DAMMIT BLAIR!" She heard Soul shout, followed by another squeal and a set of perverted giggles. "What the hell did you do that for?" Soul scowled as he walked into the same room Maka was trying to relax in, the complete front of his clothes soaked.
Maka looked up at him in disbelief, then bit her lip and held back a small laugh. "You look ridiculous Soul," She smiled softly.
Soul looked over at her with the same scowl he wore and walked over to her. "You find that funny Maka?" He said in a mock voice. "C'mere… Soul wants to give you a big hug," He said in a threatening voice.
Maka widened her eyes, her smile turning into a small frown and she laughed shakily. "Heheh… No… No I'm good, you are not hugging me like that," She said, getting prepared to flee.
Soul smirked and outstretched his arms and slowly continued to make his way over to his meister. "C'mon… Just one little hug,"
Maka shook her head and jumped up. "No. No way. Go get changed!" She exclaimed as she tried to run past him.
"Not so fast!" Soul growled and pulled her into his arms and to his soaked chest. Maka grimaced as she heard the squelch of his wet clothes and the irritating warm moisture against her skin.
"Ew! Soul! Get off!" She squirmed. "This feels gross!" She complained, but also, strangely enjoying it all the more.
Soul laughed and hugged her tighter, swinging her around slightly, and Maka laughed with him.
"No Soul! G-Get off! Get changed!" She breathed through her fit of laughter.
Soul grinned and set her down, and she was also wet as well from the impact of his tight embrace. "Alright, be back in a bit," He stated and went to his room.
Maka smiled a little, then looked down at her damp jacket and wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Ew…" She mumbled and zipped her jacket down and hung it over the back of a chair, just as a yell was sounded… from Soul's room.
Maka shifted her weight to her right foot and sighed, shaking her head.
She made her way over to his bedroom door and just as she was about to knock, one of those annoying squeals was heard, followed by a… whimpering?
Without thinking, the teenage meister swung the door open and her face was greeted with a… bra.
Maka slowly lifted the purple piece of lingerie to get a better look at it. She held it in front of her face, her expression blank, and then her right eye twitched and she looked over to her room-mates and the colour in her face drained, a horrified expression taking over, and she instantly screamed at the sight.
Blair was straddling Soul, who was in a very awkward position on his bed, thrashing and struggling while Blair was trying her best to take his t-shirt off him.
Maka's jaw dropped and her face burned and her eyes stung as she desperately tried to run, but her legs felt like lead. So instead, she tried to look anywhere but that certain spot.
"RAPE!" Soul yelled and kicked his legs high in the air.
"Hi Maka-chan!" Blair chirped as she pressed her bare breasts against a growling Soul's face.
Maka's terrified look turned into one of anger and disgust as she glared at that damn cat woman.
"MAKA HELP! THIS ISN'T COOL!" Soul complained, his words muffled against the couldn't-be-real boobs.
Said teenage girl flinched and glared daggers through the back of that damn purple head of hair.
Just as she was about to stalk over there to the two to Maka-chop with a vengeance, Blair actually kissed Soul.
Actually… Kissed… Soul...?
WHAT?
Maka stopped and the back of her eyes stung once again when Soul's body went limp. She shot her emerald green eyes to the floor and spun around and sprinted out of that room as quickly as she could without tripping. She slammed the door behind her and ran to her own personal haven, the place that makes her feel more barricaded, where she could stay and do as she pleased without being judged. Her own personal library, or in this case, the place where she could cry, scream and have a breakdown and just die there if she wanted. Yeah, that's right… her bedroom.
It's not very far from Soul's room, but hey! She wants to be there! It's her life!
Maka ran into her room and locked the door before diving onto her bed and curling into herself and letting her tears fall.
Why am I so bothered about this anyway? It's happened before… Maka thought as she sniffed and turned her face into her pillow.
But Blair has never kissed him before… She growled to herself as more tears of hurt, anger and betrayal rolled down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.
Stupid cat! She should know God-damn well by now that Soul isn't her… her… sex toy! Maka clenched her fists and hissed as her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands a little too hard and she locked her jaw and sat up and hugged her knees close to her chest.
Plus, he's my scythe and partner, nobody else's… And Soul knows that… right? He wouldn't just go and–
Her thoughts were interrupted by a thud, followed by a deep groan and a very annoying, familiar giggle.
Maka bit her tongue and felt her blood boil as she hastily and roughly grabbed the pillow that lay fluffed, now damp with tears, behind her.
The girl took a deep breath and shoved the pillow in her face and screamed, giving and putting all the effort her voice box and throat could manage.
We all need to let out a good scream once in a while, right?
When she was done with her irrational tantrum, Maka dropped the pillow and took a few deep breaths to calm herself and fell back on her bed, grabbing a book that she was currently reading off her nightstand.
"Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember… It's a sin to kill a mockingbird…" Maka mumbled as she was soon engulfed into a fiction-induced coma. Not literally of course.
After a few hours of reading, Maka had finally calmed down, and, well, she fell asleep with her book still open, laying on her slowly rising and falling chest.
While she was sleeping, Soul finally managed to get Blair off him and locked her in a cage outside when she shifted back into a cat.
"But Soul-kun! That was fun! Why stop?" Blair whined a she clawed against the magic-proof cage.
"'Cause it's damn perverted, you ass of a cat! I don't want or like the crap! Now shut up and stay out here." Soul growled in return and stalked back into the apartment from the balcony and flopped down on the sofa to take a relaxing nap.
And an hour later when he woke up, the first thing that came into his head was… Maka…
Crap… He thought and got up to sort things out.
As Maka was slowly starting to wake up, there was a knocking upon her door.
She yawned and rubbed her tired eyes as the knocking was sounded again.
"Uh, Maka? Can you open up? I really wanna' talk to you…" A deep baritone voice drawled out.
Maka blinked a few times before rolling her eyes and picking up her book, closing it and setting it to the side again.
"…Maka…?" Soul called again.
Said girl realised he wasn't going to give up, so, with another roll of her eyes, Maka replied.
"What do you want, Soul?" She growled.
"Just please… Let me in," Soul pleaded back after a moment's hesitation.
Maka noted that his soul was a frenzy of emotions. A mixture of guilt, despair, hurt, sadness, worry, frustration, need, confusion, and… something else she couldn't quite recognise.
She furrowed her eyebrows, she was angry at him, but she wasn't stupid. She got up to unlock her door and sat back down on her bed with her arms crossed over her chest.
Hearing a shuffling and the sound of the door unlocking, Soul sighed in relief and opened the door to the bedroom of his meister and stepped inside hesitantly, closing the entrance behind him. Trying desperately to swallow the lump in his throat, he then looked up and took a good look at his meister. She had red-rimmed eyes, red cheeks and a slightly red nose to go with it. Soul frowned.
She cried until she had no tears left by the looks of it…
"What, Soul? What do you want?" Make ground out, her voice raw and crackly.
"I-"
"You what?" She spat in return.
"Maka, listen to me. I'm really sor-"
"About what? You want to apologize for making me walk in on… that!" Maka screeched.
"Wait, wait, wait! Maka, what the hell?" Soul exclaimed.
"What the hell, what, Soul?" Maka growled in a groggy, broken and low, cold voice.
It actually, physically, scared Soul. He had never seen Maka so… so… vulnerable to emotions like this.
There was an eerie silence as Soul stared at Maka in awe and Maka looked down, her bangs hiding her face in a shadow.
"I..."
"Just get out…" Maka mumbled, once again interrupting Soul, and tucked her knees to her chest again.
Soul was taken back, but stood his ground. "No. I came in here for a reason."
Maka replied with silence. Not even moving an inch.
"Maka, look," Soul sighed. "I'm sorry alright? I don't see why you're so pissed anyways. It's regular routine for Blair, and even if I do hate it, it's kinda' hard to get her to stop, and you know that. So, I'm sorry, it wasn't cool, and it wasn't my fault. But, I apologize for being an ass, and I apologize that you couldn't handle it,"
As soon as he said that, Maka's head snapped. "What's that supposed to mean?" She shouted.
"Whoa! Calm down bookworm!" Soul hollered.
"NO SOUL! Don't start this! Stop being such a jerk!" She yelled back, standing up and marching over to him.
"Hey! I resent that! It's called 'being cool'!" Soul directed.
"It's not cool when you hurt someone's feelings you douche!" Maka shrieked, poking Soul in the chest with raw power.
Soul smirked in return, showing off a set of sharp pearly whites.
"You don't care, do you?" Maka cried, angry tears once again falling from her eyes.
Soul then felt a pang of guilt inside of him, and his expression softened.
"Maka-"
"Screw you!" Maka sneered, but she remained standing, crying silently in the middle of the floor.
"Hey, c'mon now-" Soul walked over to her and reached out for her, but Maka snatched her arm away.
"All of you men are the same!" Maka sobbed again and shook her head.
Getting fed up, Soul thought of a new plan.
"MAKA!" He shouted, grabbing her upper arms.
"WHAT?" Maka screamed back.
"SHUT UP!" Soul barked, and before Maka could reply, he harshly crashed his lips against hers, sending something deep inside him to ignite.
Maka's eyes widened as she tried to put together what was happening in her head. Failing miserably, she closed her eyes and felt Soul's mouth open and his tongue, prod against her lips. She gasped as Soul's long, devilish tongue made its way into her mouth and moved in slick movements against her own.
Something deep within Maka sent her into a tumult. She slowly wrapped her arms around Soul's neck, and, having no idea what to do, she cautiously slid her velvety tongue against his and flicked at the tip with her own.
Soul grinned as Maka finally responded to his passionate gesture. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Maka squeaked and moaned slightly as she was pulled to Soul's body. As she felt Soul's tongue slide into her mouth once more, she lightly bit down on it, getting a groan out of her weapon, she smirked and took his tongue into her mouth and gently sucked on it, making the Death Scythe groan in agreement and shuddered in delight.
When their lungs were starved for air, the two pulled apart, panting slightly, never looking away from each other.
"What was… that?" Maka asked, breathless, blushing, and breaking the comfortable silence.
"I'm yours Maka. Nobody else's... Remember that." Soul grinned and touched their foreheads together.
She finally got what she wanted…
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"Oh Soul~! Come help me out! I need my Soul-y-kins' help!" Came an annoying voice, then it was followed by a screech.
"No. He's my Soul!" Growled an ash-blonde, teenage girl, and grabbed his hand, trailing him behind her.
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...By proving that he's hers…
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Well guys hope ya liked that one! Tell me how I did on the kissing part… I didn't know if I did well or not!
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