Its short but its sweet! :D
Soul Eater (c) Atsushi Okubo
Wings
Soul really shouldn't have given the whole soul-resonance-wing thing any more thought after he and Maka had accomplished it. They worked out their differences and did it, and that should have been the end of it. There was no need to him to think about it anymore.
So why was he just sitting there in class, thinking about Maka with wings?
"Just imagine my daughter as an angel!"
Oh right. Maka's pervy dad.
Soul had enough respect for Spirit as a Death Scythe, but he couldn't expect the teenager to seriously think of someone as flat chested as Maka as an angel? That's what you do when you have a weird costume fetish! Kinda like the one Blair had with-
Soul shook his head. Those were waters he dared not tread.
But then again, as Soul thought about it against his will, Maka's apparent lack of sex appeal made her the perfect candidate for an angelic look. He could picture it: her hair was out of its pigtails, long and wavy, a shiny golden halo above her head, and a pure white, thin, billowy dress that cut at a respectable point above her knees that still gave much for the imagination. And the smile she wore as she sat blissfully in the clouds was just stunning...
Soul snapped out of his train of thought, and glanced at Maka out of the corner of his eye. She was reading a book, as always, and wasn't paying him any mind.
The scythe knocked his head against the table slightly. Of all the times he needed the freaking Maka Chop...
Hold tight~ Next one is coming.