Title: Touchy Feely
Pairings: Soul/Maka
Author: XFiercexxx (aka Sierra)
Warnings: Major OOCness...and angst..ish? This is a little too high school to me.
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Soul is cool. Soul is collected. Soul definitely does not share.
...He also has no idea what he's doing.
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Soul is many things, but touchy feely he is not. He isn't into that bullshit unless it's in the literal sense.
That is why it came as a surprise to Maka when she came home to the apartment they'd shared since they were thirteen to find him sitting on the sofa, hands clasped in front of his face and grim crimson eyes staring straight ahead at the television that was not on.
He looked up at her footsteps and seemed to second guess himself for a moment as she looked at him in confusion.
That in itself should have been a warning sign. Soul never hesitated. Ever. He was always sure of the path he was on.
He took a deep breath, like he was about to say something but the words failed him, never leaving his throat. He stood up and took a few steps toward her, trying again. Failing.
Now Maka was getting impatient.
"I love you," he finally said as if choking on the three syllables, like it took physical exertion to actually get the words out of his mouth.
Now a normal woman would have done the following: Jumped into his arms and kissed him senseless, whispering the same amorous words right back. But Maka never claimed to be a normal woman. Her reaction was fear.
Throughout her life she'd seen what those words did to a person. What should have been her primary example of adoration and devotion; her parents, turned to travesty. She'd seen her friends get their hearts broken when their put them on the line and she'd felt heartbreak at the mercy of her unwillingly inflicting father.
But this was different; this was soul. Someone she'd been dating (if you could call it that) for over a year, someone she trusted with her life, and someone she had loved in a very different way before it all. This was someone she had infinite trust in.
...But had her mother not trusted her papa the same way?
Maka still didn't know what to say.
So many different parts of her screamed to say something. Anything.
He shook his head and looked away. "Damnit Maka, I can't keep doing this," he felt like she was stringing him along, "Does any of it mean anything to you?!"
He looks so lost. He's finally said it. He can't do anything more. Something between them has changed, they've changed in the past year. Its not as easy as it used to be. Whether that's a good or bad thing he doesn't know and there's nothing more her can do. But there's something she can.
She wants so badly to say the words back. Because they're true but her heart and body are braced for impact, she's seen what love can do to a person.
Then she remembers all that trust that she had in him had done for her, made her into, helped her do. The trust they had in each other as partners had rewarded not only her but him as well again and again.
So she takes a chance and ignores reason.
"I love you too."
Because you have never known love until you've loved without reason.
A/N: ...Yeah I'm a little ashamed too. Insane OOCness that is horrifying. -.-
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