Annnnnnnnnd chapter 3 peoples! This ones actually longer. I know, Guardian has learned to write. Anyway enjoy, dont die ^_^.
Soul: Gaurdain owns none this stuff besides her name and the plot.
Kid: Hey Liz, remember symmetrical jesus?
Liz: *faceplam* please dont remind me
Patty:*calls from next room* KID! YOU LEFT YOUR MEDS ON THE TABLE AGAIN!
Liz:*death Glare*
"I spent 6 years making myself perfect for you." He said, placing his hand over mine. I could feel the static and sparks like all those years ago, right were the skin connected. Realization hit me, we`d shared these feelings for years. Theses tingles on my skin where his hand touched mine weren`t foreign. I remember them now, feeling them every time his hand accidently brushed mine, the electric flow that swam through my body when we would resonate our souls. I felt things even before the confession, long before, quite possibly it was the first time they used genie hunter. Yes, maybe that was the first time she`d felt the electric pulse. At 16 and 19 they decided they were in love, but they never thought about how long they had actually shared those equivalent feelings.
"Eight years" I whispered, looking at our overlapping hands. Soul looked at me slightly confused.
"Maka" he said "I`ve only been gone 6" I kept my head down looking at our hands.
"No" I said this single syllable word fast and blunt, "We`ve been like this, for 8 years."
His face softened into a small toothless grin. "So you noticed to too" he laughed a little. His laugh was airy and light and it disheveled the tension a little bit. So he knew too. This was most definitely good. That meant I wasn`t a delusional teenager at the time. But then again, maybe we were both delusional teenagers. Who knew?
"You know Maka I really missed you" I looked into his eyes as he finished his sentence. I couldn`t help it, they were just so addicting, enchanting, temping and magnetizing in every way toward my essence. He smiled fully at me, revealing those unique teeth of his. Those teeth that made him special in his own appearance to be copied by no one else. The teeth that made him different from every other soul eating human weapon known in existence. "And look how pretty you are" He gently pushed a piece of my slightly knotted hair behind my ear, leaving the linger feeling of cool were his pale finger traced the side of my face and a tingle were his knuckle brushed my check bone. He then backed up on the couch until his back rested against the arm across from where I was seated.
I looked at him curiously. What was he doing? I slightly missed the distant warmth of him body when it was near to mine. But now the white haired boy was at the other end of the couch looking at me intently, making a picture frame with his hands attempting to fit my face in his view. I giggled slightly at this. Soul that dork. He was like a junior high school student, trying to impress a girl at school, acting like a moron in the cutest of ways. He even stuck his tongue out from time to time and squinted his eye as he adjusted his hand frame to get his picture just right. Eventually he gave up and flopped his hands down and sighed, slouching against the arm of the couch.
"Damn your gorgeous" He flashed me a small grin and stretched, putting his hands behind his head. "I`m definitely glad you're not hitched or taken now. Nope, I think I'll stay and chase away all of your guy friends so you`ll be lonely forever." He laughed and hung his head over the end over arm of chair. I giggled. It`s not like I had any guy friends anyway. I only had my academy friends and him, and maybe a few teachers I still talk. There's also a cat around her somewhere. Not Blaire, I deemed her dangerous and gave her to the academy, who accepted her as special services worker. I have a Taby cat named Equinox.
I just looked at soul as he hung his head over my couch, exposing his pale neck, blue veins running along its length. Those veins were so fragile that kept him alive had almost killed him, had almost killed me. It was the black blood. It was those veins that kept us apart for 6 years. Those small blue threads of life are what kept me from a certain soul eater for a little over half a decade. Amazing how something so vital, fatal, microscopic, and plentiful can effect the world around you and you in such a weird and abstract manner as to keep to people apart for 6 years.
I just continued to look at him. I couldn`t move. I just stared at the man, the one I loved, the one that just reappeared not even an hour ago, jumped back on the map, been recreated, materialized into humanity. Maybe I was trying to process that he was sitting in front of me at this moment, alive and breathing, totally healthy. Or maybe I was in shock. Ya that had to be it. It made sense. Soul's eyes dance across the various bumps in the texture in the white celling and sighed.
"Or you could come over here and be mine" He lifted his head and looked at me, his mouth drawn in a thin line. His eyes gave a questioning look as if he was afraid I was going to reject him and demand he leave immediately for his affectionate attempts. I blushed fiercely at this, only causing the slight hint of worry in his eyes to increase ever so slightly. Limb by limb I moved my hesitant body over to him, watching his face grow softer and calmer. All the time we hadn`t seen each other, all the tension, I didn't know how to react the seeing him.
Something inside me wanted to just talk to him and ask him about his life in a friendly way like we used to. But the part of me that kept me silently paralyzed on the couch, wanted to kiss him madly, explore his newly toned body, and finally wanted to feel him inside of my body. But no, it had been too long, I had just seen him again, and now I was inches away from him.
"Come on I don't bite" He grinned.
"I know" I said. He finally had enough of my timid movements. He reached forward and grabbed me by the waist pulling me to him. I rotated in his arms, about to protest being held, but then I looked in to those enchanted red pits of damn ecstasy for the millionth time today and that was it for me. I reached up and pressed my lips to his. The tension exploded.
I only meant to give him a short and sweet kiss, to just feel his slightly chapped lips against my small smooth ones. I simply I wanted to test the sensation for a simple second with a brief connection of his warmer breath mingling with mine. But as all plans, that one went out the window. I couldn't resist his lips. They were sweet yet rough, and I wanted to taste them more. So the kiss was deepened much to my effort and souls lack of resistance. His hands moved to the back of my head and mine moved to his neck. It felt so damn good to kiss him. Ha look at me, not even an hour ago I was a little church girl saying god, but soul brought out my fun side. It has been 6 years since I touched these lips, 6 years since I have felt this heavenly, since I felt this amazing. Souls kiss is enough to make me damn an angel to hell.
Although our kiss was deep, it wasn`t rough. He was gentle with me. He kept it passionate and fluent as our lips moved in perfect synchronization. But I could tell he was struggling to keep it clean, pushing me back only to bring me forward again. He wants me. I can tell by the way he`s gripping my head, trying not to be rough. His muscles are tensing; I can feel them from where I sit on his lap. Poor soul, I`m driving him mad. Truth be told I want him too, but not yet, it`s too early.
Breaking the kiss he looked into my face, his darkened with worry and anxiety, "Please" his breath was shaky, "Please don`t". I looked at him with confused, fearful, shocked eyes.
"Why?" I breathed, my fears making my voice barely audible. My arms still around his neck, I grip the fabric of his shirt. He tenses at this. His muscles slowly relax. He smiles weakly at me and nestles his face into my neck, his hot breath licking pressing against my skin as he talks.
"Because I don`t think I can control myself, it`s been too long" he pauses, taking steady breaths. I drink in the silence, listening to the sound of our breathing. "I don`t wanna push you. I don`t wanna hurt you" he pauses again but this time instead of silence he leans into my ear and whispers "I don't wanna lose you"
He doesn't want to push himself on me, he doesn't want me to think of him as someone who just wants my body, he, like me, doesn't want to let go. This realization formed in my mind. I realized now that his awkward, Hesitant movements were because of all the longing that he had had, had built up over theses 6 years and he didn't want to jump me unintentionally.
Normally while watching any other person from afar, I would see this resistance toward such activities as beastly and unclean. As a person who was toying with a poor girl for their own sick game. But this was soul, the man who had been locked in the catacombs of the academy for 6 years. He had never been that openly social anyway. Was he playing with me? Why would he? My father played with my mother while they were married a few times and before so.
He had just returned to me thought. After spending 6 years with teachers and rats, would he play with me? Would he whisper sensational things in my ear, seduce me, and then throw me aside like a rag doll? Would he do that to me? The person he said he loved? No, soul wasn`t that kind of person. He would never, he`s more than my scum father.
"Hey Maka, you okay?" soul says worried. He`s studying my face and I`ve just realized my breaths quickened.
"I don`t want to lose you either. Please don`t leave me." I look down. My former thoughts race through my head. Next thing I know I say a phrase I don't really regret. "Please don`t use me" I feel soul tense around me, but then he pulls me to his chest and buries his face in my hair. We sit like this for a while. I feel his heart beating quickly against my face. His body heat coming through his clothes warming my body. His warm breath sweeps through my scalp with each one of his deep, soft breaths.
"Never" He says into my hair, "Never will I scoop that low. Never will I be such a rude person. I`ll never be so unkind, heartless, unloving, to anyone. Especially to you Maka. That would be so uncool." I can hear him smile a little at his old catch phrase while he pauses his speech. I`ll let him continue. I want to hear what he has to say. "I knew when I came back we would have to talk, talk about us. Who we want to be. What we want to do. I didn`t surprise me that after 6 years skeptical of me. I made a promise, I fulfilled it. But I want to let you know, I still love you" He squeezes me a little, "you don`t have to love me back anymore but-" I had heard enough of souls speech.
"Soul?"
He lifted his head slightly farther out of my hair, "Ya?"
"I waited 6 years" My face still pressed into his chest, "6 years I could have moved on."
"Yes you could have moved on. In fact you should of, I may have never came back but-"
I cut him off, "But I love you so I waited" I cling tighter to his chest.
Soul smiled, "you really do don`t you." He rested his chin on the tip of my head. "So, what do you want to do now?"
Anyone like? Ok well warning for next chapter, it`s gonna be normal *^*. So beware., cuz whats a fanfiction without a little normal life? not an interesting one i`ll tell you that.
Soul: Wow I actually have a heart in this.
Maka: Now we just got to get you a brain :D
Soul: Grrr
Liz: how bout we get Kid to take his meds?
Guardian: ow bout we play the " How many soul eater characters can fit in a closet?" Game? *evil grin*
Soul, Maka, And Liz: 0.0
Stein: Rate and Review or i`ll disect you.
