Hi guys! Once again, sorry for the late update. As mentioned before, I started a new job (which by the way isn't really making me that happy) and that's why I don't have that much time to write anymore which sucks. But of course I'll try to at least somewhat regularly update something here. I still have a lot of ideas, just need to find the time to write them all down.
This story is also from the old profile. I didn't change too much, just some sentences here and there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading! And if you find any mistakes or just want to say hi, don't hesitate to contact me. By the way, thanks to all the amazing people who have favorited this one-shot collection or added it to their Alert lists! You guys rock! :)
Disclaimer: If I had the money to buy the Soul Eater IP, I would. But alas I do not have that much money, that's why it's still not mine.
How a ruined kitchen led to a ruined dress
"Gee, Soul, you're just the WORST!" Maka stomped away from him in rage, leaving the kitchen and running in angry circles around the coffee table in the living room. The kitchen was a mess. Someone (and Maka was sure it was Soul) had put something in a metallic bowl into the microwave, causing the lot to explode. Now the remains of what Maka assumed used to be noodle soup covered every single spot of the room, making it look like a giant slug had hugged the furniture.
She had been out shopping with her friends where she bought the light blue summer dress she was wearing now, only to return to a ruined kitchen. Naturally, she was pissed.
"You're saying that's MY fault?", Soul angrily asked, following Maka into the living room. He'd been peacefully taking a nap on his bed when he'd suddenly heard an explosion, immediately bolting from his room to see what had happened. Soul and Maka had entered the kitchen at the same time. He refused to face the consequences of something he hadn't done. But Maka was too thick-headed to see that it wasn't his fault this time.
"Of course, it's YOUR FAULT!" Maka glared at him from across the room and started another round around the coffee table. "I wasn't home when it happened! It HAD to be you!"
"But it WASN'T me!", he protested, following his Meister's every movement with his ruby red eyes. "I'm not THAT stupid to put a metallic bowl into the microwave!"
Maka stopped for a second to look at him angrily before she rounded the coffee table another time. Was it the fourth or the fifth time? Soul didn't know but he was getting dizzy from watching her run in circles. "Who knows?", Maka said. "You have done even stupider things before!"
Soul massaged his temples. He felt the headache already coming. Plus he was dizzy from watching how his Meister rounded the coffee table for the seventh time. Or perhaps it was the eighth time. "And what, for example?", he asked.
"For example, agreeing to Black Star's idea of doing a drinking tour through Death City!", she replied. "And getting caught by the police after peeing into the fountain while drunk!" She stomped her foot fiercely on the ground but didn't stop nonetheless. "You don't know how embarrassing it was to drag you out of the police station in that state! You were trying to hug me all the time and shouting complete nonsense until I had to calm you with a Maka Chop!"
Soul blinked. He didn't remember that. He knew he'd had a pretty bad hangover the next day and not to mention a pretty big bump on his forehead. But he didn't know that he'd tried to hug Maka.
"Or that one time", Maka continued, still not finished. "When you brought that arrogant little beast in here who, as you said, only wanted to use our telephone. Man, sometimes you're just so painfully blind! You didn't even notice that all she really wanted was to get into your bed!"
She gritted her teeth, remembering this episode made her extremely angry. Soul blinked again. Was that jealousy he was hearing in Maka's voice? "You don't know how hard it was to drive her out again while you were in the bathroom. She even dared to call me your 'jealous little fan', that beast!"
"So you did kick her out!", Soul exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at his Meister. "Psh, even telling me she needed to go because she'd gotten a phone call from her dying grandma!"
"You should be glad that I kicked her out! She was a horrible person, and only interested in your body!", Maka said, finally stopping because she was getting dizzy herself.
"What do you know?! Maybe I like girls like that!", he said to provoke her even further.
Maka only snorted as an answer.
"What?!" Now Soul was the one getting upset. Not that he didn't like the idea of Maka being jealous but sometimes she was just a pain in the ass. "What did you snort for?"
Maka, finally losing her temper, shouted, "Nothing! Why do I even care about you, you heartless bastard?! I hate you!" She tried to stomp past him to lock herself into her room. But Soul grabbed her by the wrist, holding her in place.
"Soul, let me go!", she shrieked without looking at him. "Leave me alone and go clean the mess in the kitchen!"
Instead of complaining or retorting something in the same fiery manner, Soul was quiet. Maka tried to pull her hand out from his grip but he only tightened it, making it impossible for her to flee from this situation.
"Say you didn't mean it", he suddenly said. His voice didn't sound upset anymore. Maka turned around to finally look at him, surprised to see how hurt he looked. The angry words died on the tip of her tongue. "Say that you didn't mean it", he repeated, looking up. Their eyes met and almost immediately Maka felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She quickly averted her gaze.
"What... Soul, I...", she stuttered, not knowing what to say. "I don't understand what you mean..."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't hate me", he said, grabbing her chin with his free hand to force her to look at him.
"Soul, I...", she started. Of course, she didn't really hate him. They were partners and friends after all. But why couldn't she look at him and say those words?
"Say it", he pressed on, letting go of her wrist but only to push her backwards until her back hit the wall behind her. His left hand still held her head in place while he placed his right hand on the wall next to her face. Leaning closer, Maka could see he was getting angry again. "God damn it, just say it, Maka!", he said through gritted teeth.
"I... Of course, I don't hate you!", she shrieked, trying to wriggle free. "Gee, Soul, what's your problem?! Let me go!"
But Soul didn't loosen his grip on her at all. Maka hated how helpless she felt right now.
"And now tell me", Soul said, baring his teeth. "Do you like that pathetic little weapon of Ox?"
Maka furrowed her eyebrows. "You mean Harvar?"
"I saw you talking to him yesterday. He was very obviously staring at your chest, that asshole. Tell me, Maka, do you like him?"
Maka shot him an irritated look. "My God, Soul, no! Are you nuts?! He just asked me about homework, that's all! We didn't even speak for more than two minutes!"
"For him it was enough time to swoon over your body, dirty little bastard. Maybe I should break his neck to show him that no one messes with my Meister!" The way he said that caused goosebumps all over Maka's skin. She didn't fail to notice how he emphasized the word "my".
Soul ranted on, making plans on how to kill Harvar without leaving any traces. Maka wanted him to stop saying such nonsense because it scared her to see how much influence his anger had on his ability to judge. She didn't want him to kill Harvar, not because she particularly cared about Harvar but because she didn't want Soul to get into any trouble. While he ranted on, she noticed how his grip on her slowly loosened up. If there was only this one way to shut him up, then she would do it.
Maka finally wriggled free and cupped Soul's face in her hands before slamming her lips onto his. Soul's eyes widened as the words were cut off by Maka's sudden kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, then both broke apart for air.
Maka was panting when she said, "There, see? I don't like any other guys because I have never ever kissed anyone else. You're the only one I will ever kiss, okay?" She averted her eyes as she felt a rush of blood to her cheeks. It was not quite a confession but it was very close to it. Maka had never realized how strong her feelings for Soul were until now.
Soul was speechless, to say the least. He just stared at his Meister who, in turn, was biting on her lower lip and looking anywhere but his face. Then he snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and diving in for another kiss. This time it was Maka's turn to be surprised. She quickly melted into it, however, and wrapped her arms around his neck. They were so into each other that they didn't even notice how the door to their apartment opened and how Blair walked in.
Only when Blair grinned and purred, "Nyah, you two seem to have a lot of fun when Blair isn't around", Soul and Maka jumped apart in shock. Maka's face was fire engine red while Soul refused to look anywhere else but the floor. Blair only snickered before she turned to walk into the kitchen to get some food.
Upon seeing the mess the kitchen was in, she stopped and made a strange sound. Maka looked up when Blair turned around with an apologetic look on her face.
"Nyah, Blair is sooooo sorry!", she purred. "Please, don't be angry with me, Maka!"
"Huh?" Maka didn't understand what Blair was talking about.
"Blair was so hungry earlier, so she put the soup in the microwave. But when it suddenly exploded, Blair got scared and quickly ran away! Soooo sorry!", Blair whined, changing into her cat form and looking small and pitiful.
"Huh?", Soul echoed.
"So... so it was you...", Maka stuttered, finally realizing she had been angry with the wrong person from the very beginning. Scratching the back of her head, she laughed nervously. "Guess it wasn't your fault this time, Soul. Sorry!"
The look he gave her turned her to stone. It was something between angry and... She gulped. Lustful. He narrowed his eyes at her, slowly creeping closer to her while growling, "Don't tell me I had to put up with your awful attitude for nothing!" He made a move to grab her but Maka was quick enough to jump to the side.
"I already said I'm sorry!", she squealed, dodging another of his attempts to catch her. Finally, she resorted to running away.
Soul bared his teeth before chasing after her. "Just you wait until I get you", he growled. A somewhat sinister and indecent grin appeared on his face. "Oh, what I won't do to you as soon as I catch you."
Maka gulped nervously and ran across the room, so that the coffee table was between her and Soul whose eyes were gleaming in quite a way she didn't really like. Soul made a jump to the right, so Maka's only chance to escape was to run around the coffee table on the left side.
Unfortunately, Blair was still curled into a little, pitiful ball. Maka almost stepped on her but could somehow make a lunge to avoid doing so. This movement, however, left her stumbling for a second, desperate to regain her balance. This second was enough for Soul to catch up, grabbing her around her waist and throwing her over his shoulder. Maka let out a surprised squeak. While she instantly felt her face heat up even more, Soul's lips stretched out into a smug grin.
"Gotcha", he breathed in a very seductive tone which sent shivers down Maka's spine.
"Gah, Soul, no!", she protested as she saw he started going into the direction of his bedroom. "Wait! I already said I'm sorry!"
"Don't think that's enough", he said, the smutty grin still on his face. "I'll show you how to apologize properly."
Maka thought she might pass out from the amount of blood rushing to her head all of a sudden, and she even stopped wriggling. "Blair, help me!", she mouthed but the cat only blinked at her before she concluded that it was better if she ran away again. At least for a few hours it was safer for her to not be in the apartment. With a last glance behind her back, Blair purred, "Sorry, Maka, it's better not to mess with the devil", before she jumped out of the open window in the living room.
"Ah, Blair, no! Don't leave me alone with this maniac!", Maka pleaded, stretching her hand out as if that would stop the cat from running away. She wondered why she hadn't come up with the idea of jumping out of the window before.
Said maniac grinned only wider before kicking open his bedroom door. "Here we are, my dear."
Another squeal escaped Maka's lips as she was thrown onto Soul's bed. "L-Listen, Soul, I'm sure there's a different way for me to apologize!", she pleaded but her hopes were immediately crushed when she felt his hands run up and down her sides. Leaning over her, he placed a kiss on her throat. "No, I don't think so", he whispered smugly. Then he lifted his head to look into Maka's eyes. "You know", he breathed and the deep rumble of his voice sent another avalanche of shivers down her spine. "No matter how much I love that dress on you, I'm pretty sure it will look even better on my floor."
Maka gulped and at the same time her heart skipped a beat. All that was heard the next few hours was muffled moaning behind closed doors.
This night, Maka learned to never mess with the devil known as Soul Eater Evans ever again. Not to mention that Soul was also taught his very special lesson afterwards for ruining Maka's new dress - which, of course, involved a book, his skull and a very distinctive dent in it.
