Soul's POV
I hopped on the bike and set the bag of books in front of me, and Maka got on the back, putting the bag she had between her body and mine. It wasn't long before we reached the apartment complex. I hadn't even seen my apartment yet since Id spent every night with Maka.
I parked in the back and we headed to the door. Thankfully we were on the first of the four floors of apartments. I unlocked the door and stepped aside. "Ladies first" I said. Maka entered with a curtsy as to mock my smart remark. I shut the door behind me and locked it before setting Maka's bag on the couch.
After checking the apartment out and settling in, I realized I was starving. "Wanna go out for dinner? Seeing as how we don't have any food, and I don't know about you but I really don't feel like shopping or cooking." I slumped down on the couch, waiting for a reply. "Sure, but I need to take a shower first."
I heard the water start running. With nothing better to do, I flipped on the TV. "Ehh, nothings ever on. Nothing good atleast"
I decided to rummage through the cupboards, since the kitchen was the only place I had yet to investigate. While going through the bottom cupboards, I didn't heard the bathroom door open. "Soul?" I heard Maka call my name. I stood up so I could see her. "Oh there u are. I didn't see you. I thought you were gone."Her eyes looked worried.
"Why would I be…" I flew backwards in another nose bleed. I just realized that she had yet to get dressed and was wrapped in a towel. "SOUL! Are you alright?"Laying on the floor, she bent over me to look at my face, making sure I was okay. That made my nose bleed even more.
I forced myself up and went into the bathroom, plugging my nose. "I'm going to take a shower" I said quickly before shutting the door. DAMN it Soul! Not again! You have got to stop with the nose bleeds! It only makes things worse. Finally stopping the nosebleed and cleaning up the blood, I decided it may be best to take a shower, just to relax.
Maka's POV
What was that all about? He sure is strange. But theres something about him that just makes him so irresistible. I wonder where we are going for dinner… what to wear….. I finally decided on a scarlet tank top with lace around the bottom, and rose designs on the front. To match, I selected a short black shirt and a light black jacket. I decided to just wear my regular boots.
I walked out to the living room and started reading a book. No sooner did I open the book, I heard the shower faucet turn off and the bathroom door opened. Steam swept across the carpet and Soul went to his room.
A few minutes later he came out of his room shirtless. I didn't notice. "Maka have you seen my orange shirt?" I picked my head up from my book, annoyed by the interruption until I noticed how muscular he was. "Yeshyratsonerbad" Is all I managed to say. It was supposed to come out "Your shirts on your bags" but I couldn't help stuttering. I tried again, and this time it came out in English. Soul grinned. His eyes flickered. "Thanks Maka" and then he walked back. I'm such a fool. How could a guy like him ever be with a girl like me.
A few minutes later he came out of his room in blue jeans, a scarlet shirt to match mine, and a tie to give the formal look. He put on his black jacket and we cruised town looking for a nice restaurant.
We finally decided on a small diner, and headed inside. The ride on the bike was a bit lengthy, and it jarred my side. My wound was starting to hurt. We sat down in a booth and ordered. I got spaghetti and Soul ordered salmon. "Salmon? How can you eat that stuff?" I filled my face with a forkful of pasta. "What do you have against salmon?" I peered at his plate and made a face like I just ate something disgusting. We both started laughing.
"Ow" I cringed in pain. Soul stopped laughing. I could tell he was going to ask about it. "It's just all the jars from riding on the bike irritated my cut. It's nothing to worry about." I must not have sounded convincing because he still had that look on his face. "Soul, I'm fine, really I am." He looked down at his plate and began eating. At least he wasn't looking at me like that anymore.
Soul's POV
It's all my fault. Why'd I have to go and screw up like that. All it does is bring her pain I can see it in her beautiful eyes. Oh her eyes are so beautiful. Shut up Soul. This is where you draw the line. But her face is so… "STOP!" I shouted aloud and Maka looked at me. She looked frightened. Everyone in the diner got quiet.
We finished our dinner in silence, paid the bill, and rode home. Neither of us said anything the whole ride home.
As we entered the apartment, I noticed a change in Maka's breathing. She was becoming short of breath. I led her down the hallway and made sure she got in bed okay. After I heard her light snoring, I left to my own room, and fell asleep almost instantly.