Fifty-one Words of Love
FLUFF COMING UP
Special thanks for liking my previous fanfics and previous chapters of this fanfic! I'm hoping to make some Rise of the Guardians fanfics sooner or later. In the meantime, though, enjoy this fluffy SoMa story! Hope it'll at least satisfy your SoMa need.
Rated T. For Soul's cursing.
Summary: Maka and Soul go on a vacation. What can they do to pass the time?
Chapter 6: GET-AWAY
get-away (noun)
-escape
-flight
-an act of getting away
A whack to the head was the first thing that Soul remembered that morning.
"What's with the Maka Chop first thing in the morning, anyway, Maka?" he scoffed, rubbing his head as he ate his breakfast wearing a grossed-out face. He didn't like cereal for breakfast.
His meister, whilst pulling out her tongue in annoyance at him, was busy packing different things into her bag. "It would have gone well if you didn't oversleep!" She hurriedly checked her watch and sighed.
"You didn't tell me beforehand that we had something to do! God," he cursed, gulping down another mouthful of the not-so-delicious meal.
"We're already 10 minutes behind, Soul," Maka lifted a bag and patted his shoulder while passing by him. "Hurry up and finish your breakfast."
Soul managed a nod as he raised his bowl and drank the rest of the milk from it. Afterwards, he approached the dishwasher and placed the bowl inside it. Maka, meanwhile, was tapping her foot impatiently, checking her watch every other minute.
The weapon sighed in exasperation as he took a bag from his closet and threw a few stuff into it, without much thought. It's just summer break; it's not like we need much stuff, Soul told himself, then he hoisted his bag above his shoulders.
"Okay, I'm ready," he said smoothly as he walked towards Maka with a grin on his face.
She didn't reply directly, instead, she pushed Soul out the door and closed it. Without another word, Maka locked the door with a click and smiled at her weapon.
"You are such a slowpoke," she chuckled, patting his shoulder and walking out the apartment with him.
Annoying.
Really annoying.
"I told you already, I'm not interested in your fancy wine," Soul said, rubbing his temples.
The flight stewardess nodded her head awkwardly and plastered on a fake smile, setting the wine bottle back down on the cart she used. Mentally reminding herself not to come back to that seat again, she walked off nonchalantly.
Maka sighed. "You can't just shove everyone off with such rudeness, Soul. It's not how life's supposed to work."
"Everyone's rude some point in their lives," he turned to her. "Even you, at times."
Maka shot Soul a look then leaned her elbow on the edge of the window. She was lucky she got the window seat.
Soul looked around. "Do they even serve any food in this plane?"
Maka looked at her watch. "It's not lunch time yet."
As if on cue, Soul's stomach grumbled in hunger. Maka simply giggled. She zipped open her bag and took out a box of Pocky. The weapon's eyes widened.
"I'm not playing that game with you, Maka."
"What?"
"That game."
"What game?"
"What do you mean 'what game'? You don't know the Pocky game?"
Maka looked at the box she was holding. "I… no, I don't."
Soul blushed. He covered his cheeks with his hand, so she wouldn't see.
"Do you want to play the game?" she asked.
Soul shook his head. "I told you, I'm not playing."
"Tell me how to play."
He nearly choked. Dammit.
"Please?" she plead, her hands formed into a praying position. "In exchange, we can do whatever you want when we go to our destination."
Soul's ears perked up. "You sure?"
Maka simply nodded. "Definitely. You can pick out the stops and everything."
He grinned. Okay then…
He cleared his throat. "The rules are simple," he explained, grabbing the box from her hands and pulled out a piece of Pocky. "You only need two people. Both have to bite each end and eat it off until the middle." His grin widened as he said the next part. "The first to pull away is the loser."
Maka blushed. Soul knew she didn't like losing. This was going to be interesting.
"S-so, that means we have to…" she trailed off, looking at the box.
"You don't need to if you don't want to play," he shrugged and ate the stick of Pocky he was holding. "Besides, the deal is done. You only asked for the rules anyway."
She laughed nervously. He's right, she thought, but I bet he'll take us somewhere unnecessary later on…
Maka sat up and looked at Soul directly in the eye. "Okay, that deal is off. The new deal is that whoever wins the Pocky game will be the one to pick out the stops."
He raised an eyebrow. This is definitely new.
"Why make that deal? Don't you trust me with all the stops I've already planned?" he said, remembering that he wanted to go to a trendy restaurant that served great pasta.
She simply shook her head, which made Soul irked. "No, I don't trust you with the stops. I have better stops planned."
Soul shrugged and smirked. "You won't win, you know. I guarantee your defeat," he mocked, taking another stick of Pocky from the box.
Maka glared at him. "Bring it on."
"Uh… n-nine out of ten?"
"Maka, we did this for like, nine times, and all you did was chicken out before you could even reach the center," Soul complained. He took the last Pocky stick. "The stakes were set, you know."
"Okay, okay," she calmed down and sighed. "What about whoever wins is the one to pick out all the stops, then the other will have to pay for the most of the expenses?"
Soul snickered. "You'll just lose again." He bit the other end of the stick. "I don't even know if you'll stick it out until the middle."
Maka breathed in and out. Soul looked at her. Is she serious she's gonna win…?
"The stakes are set, Soul," she smiled and bit the other end. "May the best one win."
A/N: I know it's crappy but I hope you enjoyed the fluff! The next chapter is the continuation, since I'm really OUT OF IDEAS.
Who will win? w I want the readers to decide!
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