Another sudden thunder boomed and Soul's grip on Maka's waist tightened even harder.
"Shush, shush. It's alright, I'm here," Maka comforted and gently patted Soul on the head. Was he ever afraid of storms?
This day had really been troublesome for both Soul and Maka, and probably even for Blair. And right now, it wasn't even past seven at night but the two teenagers currently ended up being in the same bed in Maka's room. Maka shut her eyes closed as she held her puppy friend close to her. Her head rumbled with thoughts of how they ended up in this position in the first place.
A soft blush appeared across her face and she squeezed Soul, making him rest his head on Maka's soft and still underdeveloped chest. She had to admit, she was a little thankful for being flat or else she would be suffocating Soul right about now. But before she would actual end up squeezing him to that extent, she decided to think of something else. But no matter what she thought about, it just brought her thoughts back to Soul. So instead of pulling Soul closer to her, she clenched her fists to distract her from doing so.
Not remembering that she had placed her hands on Soul's hair, a small noise from the pain escaped his mouth. "M-Maka," he cried. "M-my h-h-hair . . ." his words were a tiny whisper but Maka could hear his voice clearly.
It took Maka a while to figure out that she was pull on Soul's hair so when she did, she immediately lightened her grip and rubbed the back of Soul's head. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking of something."
The touch of Maka's hands relieved the pain from Soul's head, he felt a little happy and ended up moaning his words with his eyes shut from comfort, "What were you thinking of?" Maka's hands stopped which made Soul open his eyes and look up at Maka. Even in the dark she could see those sparkling crimson red eyes.
"I was think about how we ended up in my bed," she blushed a little but didn't hesitate to tell the truth. It was too troublesome to come up with a lie, she wasn't good at lies anyway so what was the point of it?
Soul blinked and blushed, then he nuzzled back against his partner's chest. Maka could feel Soul's face heating up against her, it almost made her smile at the thought of what he might have looked like right now. "What happened earlier . . ." Soul mumbled beneath Maka. It felt a little ticklish for the young teenage girl but it didn't feel bad at all.
It seems like Soul had finally relaxed from the storm, but now there's something else troubling him. A memory played in his mind in clear detail.
Right after Blair had completely left the apartment, Maka had told Soul to have a shower while she began preparing dinner in the kitchen.
She stared at the thawing meat she had placed into the sink. Her mind was currently in a battle of two topics: What should we having for dinner? and How am I going to deal with Soul now that he's like this?
Heading towards the fridge, she decided to just make dinner from the time being. She'll think of something along the way anyways. Again, she opened the fridge and the smell of frozen goods and left overs filled the cold air in front of her. There were even some smelly cheese right in the corner, but she had gotten used to the stench by now. As she was about to grab some vegetables out of the fridge, she heard Soul yelling out her name, his voice seeming like he was calling from his room.
Maka sighed, took one last sniff of the cold air and closed the fridge gently. Didn't I tell him to go shower?
"Maka!" Soul impatiently yelled out for Maka again.
His meister didn't reply, instead she walked faster towards his room. "What's wrong?" she asked before she even reached his room.
When she finally reached his room, the door swung wide open and she immediately received her answer. Clothes were scattered everywhere; from the floor to Soul's desk to his bed. And his closet was wide open, showing that it was completely emptied out by its owner.
"Soul doesn't have any clothes anymore," he childishly said his own name into his sentence. Maka didn't notice Soul in the room since she had completely skipped over him after seeing such disaster in the room. Soul was standing in a clean corner, hugging a yellow towel with his legs were trembling as if he was afraid of the mess in his whole room which he caused.
Maka's soul felt so defeated right after seeing this but she forced herself to come back to reality. "Can't you just reuse some of your clothes?"
Soul shook his head 'no' and continued to tremble. He looked as if he was about to cry unless this was solved soon.
A sigh escaped from Maka's mouth. "Okay, okay," she exaggerated her words by using some kind of hand gesture. "I'll go buy you new clothes, but you're going to cook dinner tonight!"
Soul gently nodded his head and quickly jumped away from the mess and directly to Maka. He squeezed his partner into a warm hug and thanked her, then he dashed off to the kitchen to do all the cooking.
As soon as Soul left, Maka blinked and smiled to herself. "How cute," she whispered and hummed herself out of the house with her pair of boots.
Soul wouldn't mind these, would he? Maka thought as she took a final peek at her shopping bag. She was finally back inside the apartment building, it was fortunate for her that the malls were still open and that she actually got to shop today. She took out her key from her skirt-pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. Upon opening the door, the welcoming aura of the room lit up just as how the living room door was lit up. Once you enter their apartment, you automatically enter their living room as well.
The air was filled with a delightful smell coming from the kitchen. Maka knew very well that Soul was a good cook but it still amazed her how her bad-boy of a partner was so good at it. At least, she thought he was a bad-boy.
She took one final sniff of the air and placed her shopping bags on the living room table. Right after that, her feet led her towards the kitchen-slash-dining room and her nose didn't hesitate to smell the pleasant aroma that was getting stronger and better as she got closer to it. It almost even made her drool.
As she wobbled her way to the dining area and Soul greeted her halfway through while holding a wooden spoon. "Welcome back, Maka! Dinner is ready!" he smiled innocently. The scene was like a man (Maka) had just gotten back home from work and his wife (Soul) greeting him at his arrival.
Maka stopped in her tracks and looked at Soul from head to toe. He was wearing two pairs of pink Maka's hair clip to keep his hair away from his face and he tied a small bundle of his hair into a ponytail in the back. Around his body, he wore Maka's orange apron on top of his shirt. As the years have past by, Soul had surely become taller than Maka unlike from when he was still thirteen—though he was already taller than her, he just always slouched. Now the apron only covered some parts of his body that it should, but I guess that was normal for a boy his age compared to the owner of the apron who was still petite as ever.
"Maka?" Soul tilted his head innocently. "Dinner's ready . . ." he said again but did not get a response. In attempt to catch his partner's attention, he tried waving his hand close to her face, but Maka was still stunned by his transformation from a bad-boy into a cutie. It was like what Blair had said the moment she met Soul, he was a "cutie".
This time, Soul cupped Maka's stunned face with one of his hand and touched his forehead with hers. He could feel the warmth of Maka's face with his clean bare hands, he wanted to feel more of this warmth. And so his hand slid down to Maka's chin and slowly going rubbing towards the back of her neck. By this time, Maka had finally gotten past Soul's transformation but now she was completely stunned at what Soul was doing. Her cheeks grew red but she remained silent and frozen.
Maka's neck was smooth and warm as well, Soul had thought and his other hand holding the wooden spoon moved on it's own around Maka's shoulders. But he was careful for it not to touch his beloved partner and friend. It was rare for him and Maka to share a hug, he's been longing for her warmth for a long time now. He wanted her to hug him, but this was enough for him for now.
He squeezed her tightly, their bodies sharing warmth and comfort.
"Soul," Maka mumbled his name, finally coming back to some of her senses.
Soul rested his head on Maka's shoulder, he hasn't forgotten his task yet though. "Maka," he slyly whispered her name into her ear. "The dinner's ready."
Upon saying that last sentence, Soul parted from Maka and walked right back to the kitchen-dining room, leaving a speechless Maka.
"That was all he had to say?" Maka mumbled, her cheeks were still red. She placed her hand on her forehead, where Soul's touched with his. "I thought he was going to say something else," she chuckled at herself.
Maka finally got to the dining table where Soul was quietly sitting down, waiting for Maka to arrive before he would start eating. He was looking down at the table, he knew he didn't do something that a friend would. No normal friend would caress another friend's neck and whisper slyly into their ears like they had some weird intention. Sure, Maka made him feel awkward before when she dug down his pants but she was only looking for his tail, nothing else. Nothing else.
Soul's arms were stretched straight out on his chair, right in between his legs. He watched as he clenched his hands in guilt, his eyebrows furrowed but he made sure he kept his head down so Maka wouldn't be able to see how guilty he felt. But his plan was a failure.
Maka sat down on her chair which was directly across from where Soul was. She frowned, she could tell that he felt bad, but it was just a simple hug . . . right?
The whole time they ate, the atmosphere was awkward and no one spoke a word. All you could hear were the clings and clangs from when the spoon and forks hit the plates.
"So," Maka began to speak. "I bought you some clothes, you should probably take a bath after this," she said, then taking another spoonful of food into her mouth. Good thing she remembered about the clothes, the silence was killing her for once.
"Th-thank you," Soul stuttered. He just finished so he stood up and placed them in the sink. Right when he was about to pick up the sponge, Maka called out to him again.
"I'll do the dishes, you can take a bath." She wanted Soul to leave the room as soon as possible because she knew if he didn't leave, the atmosphere would remain uncomfortable for the two of them. At least she knew Soul would be able to cool himself down in the bathroom, and everything will go back to the way it was once again . . . sort of.
Soul took off without a word and Maka watched as he did. She didn't quite notice it before but Soul's tail was curled up but there was so much fur that it almost looked like a ball. What type of dog was he? A Siberian Husky? A Pomeranian? Was it a breed she didn't know?
Maka sighed. It didn't matter, so she continued eating.
The shower was warm, it was relaxing and soothing. It most definitely refreshed his body and his mind.
Soul had wrapped a towel around his waist and small one around his neck because his hair was still dripping a little. He didn't properly dry it yet because he had yet to check the clothes Maka bought him. He found them on the living room table so he took it with him in the bathroom while he showered.
He smiled to himself knowing that Maka bought these clothes specially for him. She was a special friend to him and he hopes she knew that. He didn't care what she bought him, he was just happy that it was for him, to point that he unconsciously wags his tail from happiness.
Like Maka said, she ended up doing the dishes while Soul was taking a shower in the bathroom. She was hoping that he could cool his head off there, what happened before wasn't that big of a deal. It won't happen again, right?
Finishing it off, she placed the last plate on the cupboard. She sighed in satisfaction and relief, and placed her hands on her hips. "Thank Shinigami, I'm finished!" And right then, she heard the shower stop from the bathroom. The apartment wasn't that large so the bathroom was rather close to the kitchen. "Soul must be done, it's my turn next."
Maka walked her way to the room to grab her pajamas. Unlike Soul, she was much more organized so it didn't take long for her to find what she needed. But before leaving, she took a quick glance at the window, she noticed it was a lot darker than it should be. As she expected, those dark grey rain clouds were back. It would only be a matter of time for it to return. But it's not like it was any big deal or anything or the sort.
She left her room, shutting the door quietly behind her with one hand while the other was holding onto her clothes.
"Um, Maka?" Soul called. Maka didn't even notice that he was right behind her in the hallway. "Isn't this a little bit too?—"
Maka turned around at Soul, he must be wearing the clothes she bought him.
"—big?" Soul was holding out his arms away from his body to show his baggy clothes. He was now wearing a jacket with a light shade of red, the hood was yellow while the inside was orange. The sleeves stretched as long as to the point you could only see the tips of Soul's fingers. Inside, he was wearing a lime green shirt and dark blue blue boxers. And his hair was a lot more tamed than it used to but it was still white like before. This was officially a complete transformation of Soul "Eater" Evans.
Maka placed her free hand on her mouth so he wouldn't be able to see her full expression. She couldn't help but smile and blush at how cute and colorful Soul looked. It looks like buying cute and colorful clothes really were worth it.
"Maka?" Soul tilted his head. "Isn't this big? And too colorful? he flailed his arms in the air to catch Maka's attention. "Hello? Death City to Maka!"
Maka shook her head and took her hands off of her mouth. "Sorry, I didn't know your size and I didn't really know what to get you," she lied. Well, partially. She bought those clothes on purpose just for her own amusement and as Soul's punishment for not washing his clothes—a bookworm needs her fun some times—but the size mix up was a lucky bonus for her. It just made it more adorable!
It took Maka awhile to notice the shopping bag on the floor but when she finally did, it reminded her about the spare pair of jeans she bought. She glanced at Soul one more time and back at the shopping bag. It looks like the jeans are going to be big for him too. she thought and chuckled to herself, leaving Soul in confusion.
"Nothing," she reassured. "Just keep that on tomorrow, but change yourself into the jeans. You can wash your clothes tomorrow."
Soul nodded as a response and went to his room. "Good night," were his final words to her before he closed the door shut.
Maka slumped herself down in her bed while holding a book. She had finally finished taking a shower, her body and mind are refreshed and now she's peacefully reading with her hair down in her room. What could be more relaxing for this bookworm?
THUDUMP!
Then a sudden thunder storm blew. Maka flinched a little but it was no big deal, so she went right back to her book. It was quiet for awhile, but another one struck. This time Maka didn't flinch, but it did catch her attention.
She cocked an eyebrow and closed her book, placing it on top of her night stand. I better check on Soul. she thought as another thunder struck.
"Soul?" Maka called as she knocked on his door. There was no response, so she knocked again.
Nothing.
"Soul? Are you alright?" this time she began banging on the door instead of lightly knocking on it.
Silence.
Soon enough, Maka was losing her patience. She gritted her teeth and backed away from the door. Then she ran back towards it and kicked it, and it flawlessly swung open and banged on the wall. It must have left a big dent but she didn't care about anything else as soon as she spotted Soul on an empty corner, shivering in fear. It looked exactly like a horror film when you're stuck inside a an old mysterious mansion, then it starts raining and thunders shoot. Of course, the furniture was still decent, though there were used clothes scattered everywhere.
"Are you alright?" Maka's tone was gentle but it still demanded for an answer.
Another thunder boomed and Soul groaned and flinched in synch.
This time Maka had walked towards Soul, trying to avoid as much clothes as possible to topple over from. It was tricky but she's been in more dangerous situations. "Hey," she placed her hand on Soul's shoulder in while he flinched in response.
Maka frowned. Was he ever this weak towards thunder? Or was it just all an act to make him look cool? She sighed and placed her other hand on his other shoulder. "Come on, let's go to my room for tonight. It's cozier there." It was alright to bring him to her room, right? It wasn't like he was going to do something funny, not at this state. He was more of a scared five year old than the seventeen year old he really is.
Her hand searched for Soul's hand and held it tight. She pulled him up and helped him walk out of his room as she shivered and clung onto Maka's thin arm.
Upon reaching her room, they sat close to each other in Maka's bed. It could fit two people in the bed but she'll let Soul sleep there and she'll sleep on the floor.
THUDUND!
"Eee-!" Soul squeaked and jumped on Maka, making them both lie flatly on the bed.
"Ack!" Maka groaned. Good thing they were on the bed or else it would have hurt her back. "Are you okay? It was just the thunder."
Soul didn't respond and shivered as they both lied down close to each other.
Maka sighed, still patting Soul gently on the head, trying to avoid touching his ticklish ears. So that's how it is, huh? At the same time as Soul's memory rolled, Maka's did the same. What a nice pair.
"You can't sleep either Maka?" Soul looked up and blinked.
"Ha ha, sorry, is it bothering you?" she smiled oddly. "Want me to sing you a lullaby?" she joked.
"Um," Soul wiggled. "C-can you really?"
Maka stopped patting his head and stared down at him. He was staring right back at her with his puppy dog eyes, he looked like one of those dogs waiting to receive their delicious treats. "Guess I have no choice," she exhaled and began to hum and sweet and soft tune. It was a lullaby her mother hummed for her when she was younger, it worked like a charm. It has been over ten years since she had heard it but the way the melody goes was still crystal clear to her.
And like it did for Maka, Soul had slowly drifted off to sleep but she continued to hum anyways. It's been so long since she's heard that melody, if Soul hadn't asked for it, she would have probably forgotten about it completely real soon.
She looked at him, snuggled real close to her. So cute. She smiled. Soon enough, Maka stopped humming and eventually drifted into sleep as well.
A/N:
ASDFGHJKL D:
THIS. TOOK. ME. FOREVER.
Sorry, this was so delayed! In truth, I've already settled into my new home for a month or so now but then school came along and I've been extremely busy and became really lazy. So I think the next chapter will take some time. A really LONG time. I'm sorry for the wait, I'll update it as soon as I finish it!
So, thank you everyone who has stuck to this, again, I am sorry!
Also, please excuse my bad sense of fashion. I've never really cared of what to wear so I just asked friends for a random color paired them to a clothing (also randomly). ACK! I feel so ashamed OTL
And if you find errors, please tell me and I'll be more than happy to fix it. If you find a mistake in this portion as well, please tell me.
