Disclaimer. It shall be known that I disclaim anything not mine and there will be stuff other than soul eater that will make easter eggs in a twisted way. Keep your eyes open and throughout the story you will catch my easter eggs. It could be anything. A few obvious a few not so much.
synopsis. Maka has been cleared by stein and naigus and is now on her reluctant reprieve. What will happen. What will they do. What chance sequences will happen. Hell if I know im just a synopsis not a foreshadowing.
ch4. Where did you go "you clench those words like fists just waiting to hit something." soul's plea.
There was a long moment of regression for the miester as she tossed the pen across the room. "i cant focus. Maybe im just tired..." she thought outloud as the pen clicked to the floor. 'I wonder if soul has slept.'
the sound of something tapping caught her attention as she zoned out momentarily from the lack of enthusiasm. It was like someone repetitively clicking the keys on a computer but loud. Obnoxiously loud and beffudling. She knew she had heard it in the past but just couldnt place a finger on it. Suddenly as if he had been greatly insulted she heard soul shouting from the other room and what sounded like him slamming his hands on the tabel.
"damnit!" it was the first time she had actualy noticed his stress. "why does it have to be like this... why cant you just pull it together and put it on the damn sheet!"
she listened silently. She for some reason felt not afraid but ashamed that she had allowed him to become so vexed though she couldnt imagine what at. She waited listening to him rambling on and on about what she precieved to be a form of wrighters block. But to her knowledge soul didnt wright. For that matter she was pretty sure he bordered illiteracy.
"she needs this... why is it so hard for me to throw it out there... its not like its some form of death certificate. Why in the hell wont you just work!?" he still hadnt calmed down.
It was a few more minutes of his fuming before she mustered the courage to oppen the door and peer into the room only to see soul pacing like a mad man in front of a type wrighter which she had never noticed. However odd the mechanism was for soul the fact that he paced the way an estranged concept of a horror novolist would made him seem so mysterious and for some reason very interesting. She watched as he picked a stack of pappers from the desk like she had observed professor stein do on multiple occasions. She patiently observed his fascination for them as he read them like some sort of biblical scripture. It was like watching him play the piano. The way he acted was different. His behaviour was erattic and down right terrifying, like seeing a serial killer plot his next victim's demise. But for some reason unknown to her he was beautiful in this state. Seeing him open and devoid of his cool facade made her almost magnetic to him. Drawing her in like a moth to an open flame. The fear of the burn was simply outweighed by affinity for that which seemed so inticing.
She heard him speak it wasnt what she had expected. It sounded like he was reading from another persons works.
"If I knew the answer I wouldnt be here." he paused as if switching through something "then why not find the answer for yourself. You ask questions that make no relevance to the answer you need. Are you not interested in the vindication of that which has wronged you?" again another pause "i dont know what im searching for." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "damnit! Thats wrong... what is the reason... whats the motive... why even... damn..." he placed the papers on the desk and began to pace again not noticeing the spying miester outside his door. "wait a minute... that might work." he stopped as if taking his character. "i know why im here. I just havent found the answer as to why I want it." the pause "there in lies more of the question. To you I ask what is it you seek? Could it be 'a reason to live'"
the phrase of the end sentence caught her attention and sent her into a state of almost psychosomatic repression, forcing her body to catch up with her mind by pausing unwittingly. She didnt even notice an exasperated soul open the door until a surprised gasp caught her attention.
"gha... maka you scared the crap outa me... is everything alright... you look a little shaken" from close proximity she could see his fatigue. She could make out the dark circles under his eyes and hear the exhaustion in his voice. It seemed he hadnt slept in weeks.
"soul... why are you up so late?" she was questioning but gentle this time.
"ah you know just doing guy stuff..." he seemed embarassed.
"about earlier soul..."
"im sorry I walked in on you. I swear I didnt see anything and I promise not to tell anyone." he held up his right hand in testament to his oath.
"its not that..."
"then what is it."
"i..." she zoned out.
"maka?..." he noticed the spaced moment almost immediately "hello... earth to bookworm... maka snap out of it."
"stop worrying about me..." she sounded coarse as she spoke.
"what?"
"get some rest and quit worrying about me... im fine." she started to cry again.
"i worry about you because I care." a look of astute insult plastered itself to his face.
"why do you care so much... you know I wont put out so why not find somone else to grovle over!" another two seconds and she was in an all out panic once again.
"why are you being like this!" now was the first moment in history that she felt his burning desire for retribution. For the first time ever he truly bit back at her. "youve been a basket case lately... acting like I should leave you to die... and no matter what I do its never enough to snap you out of it. Im always supportive and you snap at me like im the local playground bully. You clench those words like a fist always waiting to hit something. And I for one dont understand why. If youre so worthless why do I feel like I need to be with you." the last sentence came out with a different tone than he ment and the blush on his face told her that. "and another thing. I dont grovle. Im cooler than that. Now if you want me to back up all you have to do is ask. But the way I see it you dont tell me to because you want the help. You want the attention and someone to baby you. MAKA!" he was now appearently very upset and the next words out of his mouth were no where near what she expected "I LOVE YOU..." the blush was deep and his eyes hollowed out as if to tell her he was repremanding himself enternaly for his discision to confront her. "if you dont like it too bad. But I legitiately care..."
"soul..."
"shut up... im not done. Further I would like to tell you that I dont stay up every night because Im over worried. I do that because I find myself too distracted to sleep. So stop telling me to rest. I have work to do. Now is there anything else youd like to take a jab at me with..." the fire in his eyes warned her he was not backing down even to her.
"soul... I didnt mean to snap at you... im sorry..." she made a judgement call and threw her arms around him lovingly "im sorry for all ive put you through... I know its hard on you too" she cried into his chest in the most 'unmaka' fashion leaving the poor boy speachless and baffled. "soul?..."
he wrapped his arms around her comfortingly allowing the fire to die down with his temper. "what is it maka?"
"do you really love me?" she sobbed the question as if it hurt her to guess an answer.
"well... youre my best friend... of course I love you..." a quick hug told her there was deeper meaning but prying wouldnt draw it out of him. At least not at the moment.
"soul?" she zoned out again as she looked into his eyes 'this is dangerous for him. Dont you dare drag him into this you trollop.' her conscience guilted her once again 'dont you pull his strings like this. You know you'll cause him trouble.'
"maka... maka wake up" soul lightly shook her snapping her back to reality.
"im sorry." she tried to look down only to find a gentle hand pulling her face back to meet his.
"where did you go just now?" he was honestly calm knowing full well she would undermine herself if given half the chance.
"i was... im just tired..." she lied as the blush invaded her cheeks.
"please let me help you... im begging... I cant stand seeing you like this..." he gave her another tight hug as he sighed deeply "please maka..."
"soul?" she buried her face in his neck.
"yeah" he was much calmer now as he nuzzled her hair.
"can I sleep with you tonight?..." it was an odd and unexpected request but she felt an inate fear of letting him too far out of sight.
"woah there cowgirl..." he laughed sheepishly "arent we a tad bit away from that kina action"
"i didnt mean screw me you pervert" there was a glare from the miester that told soul she was in serious need of basic affection. "i just dont wana be alone tonight."
"alright... I guess if youre not gonna pummel me in the morning Im down with it." he petted her hair as he pulled her back in.
it was a few more minutes of the tender embrace before soul decided to lead her to her room where they both curled up in the almost too small bed. The comforter that was placed on it however was by all means large enough so soul pulled the covers over them and pressed his chest to the young miesters back in a manner that made her blush as the fabric enveloped them.
"soul Im really sorry..." she whimpered as his hand wiped the tears away.
"its fine maka. Im always here for you. You know that." he kissed the back of her head while trying to raise her spirits.
"i just dont know whats wrong with me..." she curled up subconciously into his arms.
"well... like I said... you want someone to baby you"
"thats not funny..."
"i was actually making an offer dummy."
"what?" she was shocked at his seriousness.
"forget it. Try to get some rest. Itll be better in the morning."
she let the hypnotic metrinome of his breathing quiet all of the thoughts in her head. The thrumming of their hearts in unison made an intricate silence that brought the peace of slumber to her mind and in a matter of moments her world was dark. Only the feeling of her beloved companion behind her surviving the numbing stillness.