Angel
He called her angel.
And he did.
Maka blushed. She didn't think nor did she expect that he would call her that. She felt confused, yet happy. She wished he could call her that again… she sighed, sitting on her chair. What if he didn't call her angel? What if he did say it again? Would she say a thank you? Would she give a small smile?
She was ready to bang her head against the table. But she didn't. she stared straight ahead of her. She didn't feel like reading a book.
"Oi," she heard Soul calling her. Maka turned her head and saw him sitting already, his eyes furrowed in silent concern. She raised her eyebrows in question.
"Yeah?"
"Something wrong?" he asked, "You look red all over? Are you sick?"
She smiled in assurance.
"I'm fine." She replied. He frowned.
"Right, I could see you're red and warm, which means you're not sick."
"I'm not sick, really!" she exclaimed.
"You sure?"
"Yeah…" she replied, "Professor Stein is here. You better concentrate more, Soul, or you'll fail."
He snorted, "I won't fail, since I'm partnered with a nerd."
"MAKA-CHOP!"
"Okay, okay, I'll focus!" he exclaimed, clutching his head, "You're never an angel." He muttered at the last part.
"You're never an angel."
There he goes again. She sighed. She was imagining that time. He didn't call her angel. She's a devil, that's what he thinks. If only she would stop hitting him for awhile, then maybe he would like her more. Maka mused. Maybe just for one day, she wouldn't hit him.
…
The class ended. It was finally dismissal for them. Maka decided she would stop by the library to borrow some books.
"Again…?" Soul said, "Why not pause for awhile on your hobbies, Maka."
"It's not a hobby, Soul. It's a passion." Maka corrected him. He paused to stare at her for awhile and sighed.
"Alright, then. I'll come along." Said he.
Eh…?
Maka felt bewildered as she felt Soul's presence beside her. It was so unlike him to cohort her to the library. Maybe, not hitting him for one day wasn't so bad after all.
As they entered the library, Maka hurriedly went to the "A" section. She was looking for a title named "Angel" or something, Soul guessed. He wondered why his partner wanted to be called, "Angel" so much. For him, she's a devil. Just one word of insult and she'll hit him. Not angelic at all…
Although…
As he watched her smile at the word, "My Angel" by some author, she hugged the book. He sweatdropped. She is too addicted.
Come to think of it…
She gave the library card to the librarian. The librarian gave the book to his meister and she walked towards him with a smile on her face.
"Is that the book you wanted?" Soul asked. She nodded gleefully.
"I've been waiting for this book to be donated to the Shibusen Library!" she exclaimed, and she kept rambling about "Angel" and "Angel" and so on. Soul sighed. He couldn't do anything to shut her up. He called her "bookworm" or "tiny-tits" but they never worked as they always did.
But looking at her cute smile and her jocund atmosphere she brings…
He couldn't help asking Maka why…
"Look, why do you really want to be called, 'Angel'? What's the big deal of it all, anyway…?" Soul asked. Maka paused in silence, as the two kept on walking.
"I just wanna be called 'Angel' for once." She muttered, "Is it so bad? How come Ox calls Kim 'Angel'?"
"He calls her that because they're in a relationship." Soul answered bluntly.
"I know that." Maka sneered, "But does it matter if someone's in a relationship? Why does that have to matter?" Tense silence ensues. Soul couldn't answer that. He's never good with relationships nor was he good in that romantic stuff.
But, she has always been my savior…
"Why not let's go to a Chinese restaurant? I can't answer your question obviously." He quiescently said, "It's my treat so you don't have to worry about paying." His partner smiled.
"Thanks, Soul." She agreed. She was right. Not hitting him for one day is good after all.
Maka might hit me occasionally with so many books on my head but…
Maka's melody saved me. Her smile brightened my gloomy moments.
Her determination drove me to become as determined as Maka.
That's why…
"Come on, Angel, hurry up!" Soul shouted (he was already in front of the restaurant).
She blushed. She wasn't imagining. This was now. They were walking. And he…
He called me Angel again.
"Yeah, yeah, wait up!" she shouted back.
