A.N. I still do not own any of the Soul Eater characters no matter how much I wish I did. It breaks my heart the most to say that I do not have any ownership at all over Death the Kid. (Starts to cry but quickly recovers) Okay…. on to the story!
Chapter 2: Awkward Eggs
Souls P.O.V.
What had happened last night wasn't cool at all. I mean Kissing Blair was cool, Maka seeing us wasn't. I mean I always knew she had a problem with Blair and I hooking up, and I mean I know it's probably because she doesn't want me to stop being her partner. I was surprised that she acts as calm as she did.
I got out of bed after barely sleeping because I was thinking about how to deal with the day to come. I changed into my cloths for the day and walked carefully into the living room. I looked around to see if Maka was out there and I didn't think she was until I heard noises coming from the kitchen. I peered around the corner to see Maka cooking eggs. I walked in casually trying to look cool. I sat down quietly and waited for her to start yelling at me, and I quote, "for giving into Blair and getting distracted from our true goal, collecting 99 Kishin souls and one Witch soul in order to turn me into a Death Scythe." It was always the same speech.
Maka slid the eggs onto a plate, turned around without looking at me, and set it down in front of me without saying a word. I stared at the eggs a moment, making sure nothing was going to blow up in my face. I picked up the fork and sitting next to the plate and slowly picked up a small bite of egg. I stared at it and then back up at Maka who was cleaning the pan. I put the eggs into my mouth and swallowed them. I sat there briefly hoping that Maka didn't poison the eggs in some sort of way as revenge for last night. Nothing happened, so I kept eating. No matter how Maka is feeling, she is a pretty good cook most of the time.
Maka finished the pan and then went into her room, leaving me in the kitchen alone eating my eggs. I was almost done when Blair bounced onto the table in cat form, "Morning Soul! Are you going to play with Blair again this afternoon while Maka is at still at school?"
"Um…. no Blair," He saw her kitty face look slightly disappointed, "I would but after what happened last night, I don't think it's the best idea for us to play anymore."
Blair looked sad and muttered something that sounded like she was cursing at Maka as she got off the table and walked over to the window to curl up and take a nap in the sun. I got up and washed my plate, normally I would have just left it for Maka to clean. This was a way to suck up to her. Just as I was finishing the plate Maka came out of her room with her book bag and walked over to the door and pulled her shoes on, once again not looking or talking to me. I gathered my stuff and put on my shoes. Maka was already walking onto the sidewalk to go to school. I walked down to meet her and I climbed onto my motorcycle parked outside the building, I waited for a moment for Maka to climb on behind me. She was digging in her bag, for what I don't know, and I finally spoke up for the first time, "Um…are you going to get on or just stand there digging in your bag?"
I winced when I realized that I kind of sounded like a jerk. Maka looked up at my, not meeting my eyes, "No…. I'm going to walk to school today."
I was taken aback at this but didn't push it. I just nodded and revved up my bike. I looked over at Maka once more, who was looking the opposite way, before taking off down the street towards the academy.
