Soul could not lose; everything rode on his winning. The fate of the world rested with this match. If he lost this one, then he could kiss his freedom goodbye. Maka, Blackstar, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, Patty, they all awaited his victory. But, could he do it, did he have the ability? His enemy stood before him glaring at his every move. Both were silent as the tics of the kitchen clock vanished.
"You are no match for my awesome cool death scythe abilities." Soul snarled as he moved closer to his enemy. The nemesis continued its silent intimidation. He needed to finish this up, quickly if he wanted to return to his friends. Turning fully into death scythe mode, he readied to attack his enemy.
"Ok trash, it's time to die!" he snarled as he rushed forward and attacked. The battle went on for a full five minutes as the sounds of struggle surrounded the apartment.
In her room, Maka Albarn gritted her teeth and slammed shut her book. This had gone too far, all she had asked for was her partner to clean the kitchen while she caught up on homework. Sadly it sounded like he had begun a fight, wasn't he injured in their last battle?
"Soul Eater Evans get your ass in here right now young man." Maka snarled as she stood from her desk. Her partner sulked into her room trying in vain to hide his fox like smile.
"Yes love," he asked innocently as his miester held her thick Soul resonance text book above her head.
"Stop sucking up Soul, just what the hell were you doing in there?" she asked as he flinched from her attack.
"I-I took out the trash," he whimpered as he took a seat in her vacant chair.
"Oh really, then why did it sound like Blackstar was visiting?" she asked glaring her partner down.
"Would it help my case if I said I love you," he asked shooting her a puppy eyed look. Maka smiled as she marched forward and sat on his lap. Soul smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She grinned before kissing his lips.
"No, you're still in trouble for causing a ruckus." She said braking from the kiss and walking from the room.
"It's not cool to kiss and run Maka angel," he called as he went to lie on her bed and rest. Her soft singing drifted into his ears as she rushed around cleaning his mess.
"Soul, seriously explain to me how your boxers keep getting in the oven!" Maka yelled as she threw his shinigami printed boxers at him. In all honesty, he really had no clue.
"There so cool there hot," was his great comeback as his miester rolled her eyes and ordered him from her room. Yep, that women loved him, now how exactly does his boxers end up in the oven?
