Maka lay in bed for a long while after leaving Soul in the kitchen, her mind jumbled.
'He thinks he killed me in whatever dream that was.' She thought to herself. She sighed, flopping onto her stomach and hugging the pillow. 'He could just tell me about it! Papa has always said if you tell someone about your nightmares then they can't happen again.'
Maka turned back onto her back, staring at the ceiling before glancing over at the clock. She scowled at it as if she could change the time to something other than 2:33am. 'We have to be at school in 4 and a half hours and I haven't slept any!' She slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
There was light coming from the living room. After using the restroom she walked into the living room and found Soul sitting, half asleep, on the couch, his attention completely focused on the gory movie that was playing.
"Ugh, Soul. How can you watch that this late at night?" She asked in disgust.
The weapon just shrugged. "I'm just not wanting to sleep. This will keep me awake at least."
"We have school in the morning, you idiot." Maka rolled her eyes. "Get to bed."
"Sheesh, Maka. You're not my mom, you know." He said a grin on his face.
"MAKA CHOP!" Maka brought a book down hard on his head. The boy crashed against the couch, and their neighbor shouted up at them. "Sorry Mrs. Finnegan!" Maka called down to them. "Now let's go to bed, Soul."
"Maka, I can't." Soul said, sitting back against the couch.
"Look, if you're having nightmares all you have to do is tell someone and you won't have the same nightmare again. That's what Papa always says." Maka sat beside him on the couch, ignoring the bloody images of the horror film on the tv screen.
"Yeah, and I bet that he also checked under your bed for monsters. Your dad's an idiot, Maka. Telling someone the dream isn't going to stop me from having it." Soul leaned his head back against the couch, his eyelids desperately trying to droop.
"MAKA CHOP!" Soul's head slammed into the back of the couch and the wall, Mrs. Finnegan shouting again. "Sorry, Mrs. Finnegan!" In a slightly lower voice Maka continued. "Papa may be a huge jerk, but I never had a nightmare twice because I'd always tell him or Mama when I had one."
Soul just shrugged. "Sure."
"So tell me!" She demanded, stifling a yawn.
Soul yawned as well before looking at her sideways. In a soft tone, he recounted his entire dream to her. Maka's eyes grew wide at the end, and she looked like she was trying not to cry. "I'm so sorry, Soul!" She exclaimed.
To the boy's surprise his meister wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her, kissing his cheek lightly before whispering in his ear, "I'm not dead, Soul. And even if I had died, it wouldn't have been because of you. You're too cool of a guy to let me die."
Soul hesitantly brought his arms up around her back, hugging her. "This is pretty uncool though, Maka." He whispered before she felt the first sob escape the boy's chest.
They fell asleep, tangled together on the couch, Soul's head resting in Maka's lap as the movie played on the tv.
A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but it felt like such a good place to stop :3
I hope that you enjoyed the latest chapter; I'll try to get it updated more often :D
I don't own Soul Eater.