Wow, these are coming along really quickly. Please review, hope you enjoy it! (: Just a warning, there will be some strong language in this chapter, and a bit more smut than has been in previous ones, because, well, they're angry. xD.

7 Deadly Sins: Wrath

"Soul, I cannot believe how much of an idiot you are!" Maka shouted, her face red with anger. A large novel was tightly grasped within her hand as she threw as much force as she possibly could into a strong Maka Chop, aimed directly at Soul's skull.

"What the hell?" Soul hissed, grabbing his head in pain. "You really need to stop walking around carrying those damned novels! They're so goddamn heavy. You're going to give me a concussion, or worse - brain damage! I'm going to start drooling, and you're going to have to wheel me around and feed and dress me because I won't be able to anymore! Is that really what you want?"

"Stop yelling or the goddamn neighbors are going to wake up and hear us! They probably think that you're trying to kill me or something!"

"Me trying to kill you? You're the one with a history of violence, Maka! I doubt anyone would be surprised to walk in here and find me with a knife in my back, dead on the floor, and you chilling on the couch reading some goddamn textbook, mumbling about how I wasn't studying as hard as you wanted me to, or that I didn't put away my shoes before I got in the house…"

"You never do put them away! Is it really that hard? It's a shelf! There is no password, no secret phrase that allows you to enter a secret chamber where we keep the shoes. It's a goddamn shelf."

"Why should I take the effort to put them on the shelf? I'm just going to wear them again tomorrow, and then I have to go through the extra effort of taking them off the shelf!"

"You're so lazy! How the hell did you ever even get into Shibusen?"

"You don't need to be an insane neat freak to get into the school! I have this thing called talent." Soul crossed his arms angrily. In all honesty, he'd completely forgotten what they were fighting about; he was just brimming with anger.

All of this had started because neither of them wanted to do shopping for dinner.

Maka insisted that it was Soul's turn to shop, and Soul insisted that he'd done it last week and it was surely Maka's turn. This small argument had snowballed into a huge argument, bringing in every little thing that they were annoyed about. Maka had yelled at Soul for falling asleep in class that day (and practically every day), not putting away his shoes and making a mess in the living room. Soul, on the other hand, had whined about her frequent, undeserved Maka Chop's and how she was always nagging him about this thing or that. They weren't some old married couple, at least they weren't yet.

But they sure fought like one.

"Ugh, you know what Soul? I hate you! I hate you so much! You're everything that annoys me in a person packaged with a nice neat bow on the top. You're lazy, obsessed with being cool and you never even pay attention to the things that are important to me!" Maka was gripping on to another book – this time a nice, thick dictionary – so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

Did she really hate Soul? No, she couldn't possibly. She loved him too much. But little things just built up inside of her, and their argument had gotten way out of control. Maka wasn't thinking about anything other than winning this fight, now. She wasn't sure what the loser had to do, and she didn't care; she just wanted to win. Soul usually won their arguments, but Maka was fiercely determined today.

"You nag me all the time, all you care about is studying and you have tiny tits. Are you happy now?" Soul growled, keeping his eyes fixed on Maka. They were both so angry for no reason at all.

"That's it! Stop making fun of my cleavage! It is not my fault if I'm a late bloomer!" She yelled at Soul, throwing all of her strength into a poorly-aimed Maka Chop. Soul was, luckily (considering that she put her entire force into it) able to catch her wrist and stop her from hitting it. She was breathing heavily, brimming over with anger for no particular reason. Soul looked her over with his crimson eyes, taking in everything about her and the situation.

The anger swirling around inside of him turned into something else, but Maka wasn't done yet. She was still pissed. "You idiot!" She shouted, dropping the book and hitting him. It didn't do much, considering that she wasn't really trying, but it really made her feel better. She hit his chest a few more times, her hits getting weaker and weaker with each one that she did, until eventually it felt like the anger was pouring out from her, and she was letting it go.

"Maka?" She froze, dead still. It was almost like she forgot she was hitting a real, live, person. Instantly, the anger bubbled back up inside of her as she thought about everything that made her mad and angry. "I'm not all terrible, you know," Soul grinned, taking a hold of her wrists so that she wouldn't get a chance to grab a novel – or that forsaken dictionary again. "And I don't care that much about your tiny tits." Maka's face flushed bright red, but she didn't try to wiggle out of his grasp and grab a book… at least, not yet. "And when you get angry, I get really, really turned on. I don't know why." Soul grinned, flashing his white teeth at her.

"You jerk," Maka growled at him, but it was to no avail. She was already captured in a hot kiss, and Soul was let his hands slip up the back of her shirt. She was still mad, and attempted to get away from him, but she was no match for his strength. Soul lifted her shirt up, over her shoulders, and tossed it carelessly to the side. Maka's feelings began to get the best of her, and she transferred her anger to Soul's shirt, which she quickly ripped off of him. He barely even reacted to this, and instead wrapped his arms around Maka and pushed her down towards the couch. "No time for the bed," He mumbled against her skin, biting down softly on her neck, giving her love bites. Even though Maka always complained about them the next day and said that everyone would see them and embarrass her about them, she loved the feeling of getting one. It was an odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

She groaned under his touch, pushing him off of her. Soul disliked this, and attempted to keep her down, but she was only doing so to remove – or really, rip off angrily - the remainder of their clothing. She pulled Soul down on top of her, where he proceeded to give her another angry love bite as they continued on, loudly. When she was angry, Maka was very vocal about… intimacy. She couldn't help herself; Soul just seemed to know where she liked to be touched the best, and how to get the greatest reaction out of her. It was annoying when she was trying to keep up her "angry" face, but something she was very grateful for in the bedroom.

Maka dug her nails into Soul's back, leaning back her head in pleasure. Angry sex really was the best.