Well Daughter of Zeus007 (and by proxy wicked-girl-forever) threatened me with bodily harm (though between me and you, I don't think she knows quite what she's messing with) if I didn't update soon
But in all seriousness, it made me laugh so I decided to update.
Anyways, how you guys enjoy this!
Healing
Soul collapsed onto the couch. It had been a week. A week of weapon training with Spirit during school hours, sparing with Black*Star during every lunch period, helping Blair look for work, and dealing with Maka's presence. At least it was the weekend finally.
He groaned painfully, turning over gingerly, trying to avoid upsetting his battered body any more than he had to.
Stupid Spirit. The man had it out for him since Maka had moved in. His training had been hard, but fair. Now it was simply the elder Scythe trying to kill him for 'defiling his little angels innocence!' and Soul doing his best to keep his limbs from being severed.
In fact, if he really thought about it, almost all of this was Spirits fault. If he didn't get his girlfriend knocked up, Maka never would have been born. And if Maka wasn't here, then the idiot wouldn't be trying to kill him.
He let out a defeated sigh, closing his eyes.
But on that same note, Spirit had been helpful in one aspect of Souls life. When he had come over to 'rescue' Maka from Soul apartment, he had run headfirst into Soul's other roommate. Upon seeing her…physique…Spirit had blurted out that she would be perfect for Chupa-Cabras. While this had been a good recommendation, it had also paved the way for a beating from his feisty daughter.
Soul let out a small chuckle at the memory of the reigning Death Scythe having his ass handed to him by his diminutive daughter.
"What's so funny?"
Soul's eyes snapped open and he found himself staring into the sea foam green eyes he was slowly coming accustomed to. However, he wasn't used to the invasion of personal space that came with said eyes.
"Nothing" He grumbled, pushing himself further into the couch, trying to distance himself from the miester. Since their 'battle' she was constantly near him. Always just in arms length. It was extremely annoying to have someone hovering next to you all the time.
But it was even more annoying when he would look and see that she wasn't there.
Maka stared at him for a moment longer, before smiling. "Alright! What do you want for dinner tonight?"
"Not eating dinner," Soul answered, rolling off the couch and walking off towards his room.
Maka cocked her head to the side, "Why not?"
"Mission" he called, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him.
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Maka stared at the closed door for a moment, a glare forming on her pretty face. After another moment of snarking, she turned away with a huff and headed towards the kitchen to start dinner for herself.
As she bustled around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients, she continued to fume.
It wasn't fair! If Soul would just stop being such a jackass and accept her as his damn miester then she could be going on her first mission tonight. She could be collecting her first soul and start on her quest to become just as good as her mother… Her hands froze at the thought of her mother. Without noticing, she dropped the glass bowl she was holding, letting it clatter to the floor loudly before it shattered.
"Mama" she whispered softly, her legs starting to wobble. Eyes crushed shut, he slowly slipped down to her knees, her head bowed. She had been doing so well, keeping her mind clear, keeping herself focused on the task of getting Soul as her weapon. She hadn't even had time to think about…
"Maka!" Soul's voice cut through the air and she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her body and lift her from the cool tile floor. "Maka! Hey, wake up. Maka!"
"Soul?" she whimpered softly as she felt her body gently laid down on something soft. Deftly, she could feel a slight pain in her legs.
"Idiot" she heard him snap, "You kneeled on fucking broken glass, what the hells the matter with you."
"Sorry" she replied softly, opening her eye finally. Taking in her surroundings, she realized Soul had carried her to his room. "I just… sorry…"
"Not cool" Soul sighed, his eyes inspecting her for any other injuries. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Maka nodded silently, watching him leave the room.
With his absence, she took the time to study his room. It was slightly larger than the one he had given to her, she noted with a roll of her eyes. He had painted it a dark red, the same color as his eyes. Letting her eyes travel over the room, she noted the many guitars that hung on the walls. She was surprised that he didn't have a piano or keyboard; he had sounded so wonderful that night.
Craning her neck even more, she saw a small picture sitting on his beside table, facing away from her. Curiosity getting the better of her, she was just about to reach for it when Soul re-entered the room, grumbling insults the entire way.
"Hold still" he ordered as he perched on the edge of the bed. Without warning he grabbed onto her legs gently with one of his hands and ran a warm washcloth down the skin. Without meaning to, Maka let out a small gasp. She immediately turned beat red as Soul let out a small chuckle, but didn't make any further comment.
She could feel his breath on her leg as he leaned in close, inspecting the cut skin for a moment, before nodding in approval. Releasing her leg, he lifted up the other, repeating the process. Prepared this time, Maka help back her gasp, though he laughed anyway as though she hadn't. She really wanted to hit him.
"Alright, you don't have any glass in your cuts" he nodded, releasing her leg, "but you're still bleeding a bit." He gently pulled pressed a dry towel he had brought with him against her wounded legs.
"Thank you Soul" she flashed him a small smile.
"Yeah, well, try not to get any blood on my bed" he grumbled, looking up at her. "What the hell happened to you anyways?"
Maka shrugged, turning away from him. "Nothing."
Soul watched her for a moment, seeing her shoulders start to shake as she tried to hold back the waves of emotion. Frowning slightly, he edged himself closer to the girl. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. She tensed up for a moment, before relaxing. Reaching her hand up, she quickly wiped away and tears that lingered and looked up at Soul. "Sorry."
"Salright" he nodded gruffly, quickly standing up. "I uh, I have the mission. I uh, I'll see you later tonight."
She nodded forcing a smile to her face, "Good luck!" He nodded and turned to leave when she cleared her throat. Slowly, he turned back around. Her head was bowed slightly as she softly whispered, "This was really sweet of you, thank you Soul."
Soul cringed inwardly. Why did she always have to say his name like that? He felt his mouth try to open to automatically diffuse the situation. Perhaps call attention to her current pair of panties color (red), but he couldn't do it.
In stead he stayed rooted the spot, eyes fixed on her tear stained face, before he forcibly tore his eyes away with a jerk of his head and quickly exited the room. He had to leave right now! Tearing through the apartment, he didn't slow down until he was on his bike and well on the way towards his next assignment.
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Maka waited on the couch for Soul until her returned from his mission. Looking up as he stumbled through the door, she tried and failed to stifle a small gasp.
He looked like hell.
His clothes were torn. Blood matted his white hair down to his face, and cuts and abrasions practically made up the entirety of his body.
"Soul!" Maka cried as he silently trudged past her and towards the bathroom. He had almost made it to the door when his legs gave out under him, and he collapsed to the floor, his head hitting the bathroom door with a sickening crack.
Instantly, Maka was next to him, turning the poor boy over as blood dripped from his mouth and onto the hardwood floors.
"I'm alright," he mumbled as he weakly tried to push her away, "just need a shower."
Frowning, Maka ignored him, pushing his arms down so she could properly investigate him. After a few minutes of careful (and sometimes painful) checking, she let out a sigh of relief. None of his injuries seemed to be to serious, they were simply numerous. "Soul, you need to rest."
"Need a shower" he insisted, slowly pushing himself up, biting back cries of pain.
"Soul" Maka protested in her stern voice, but he waved her off.
"I got swallowed, I really need to clean off" he sighed, leaning against the bathroom door. Small trails of blood cascading down his face. He stared down Maka's stern face until she let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine, but right after you're going to bed."
He grunted in the affirmative, and allowed her to gingerly help him to his feet and into the bathroom. She started the shower for him, and then quickly exited as his smoldering glare burned into her. Soul did not like being babied.
Closing the door behind her, Maka looked down at the blood that marred the once clean floor. Sighing, she headed to the kitchen and grabbed a wad of paper towels to clean up the mess.
As she cleaned, she kept her ears perked, trying to discern if Soul was still living inside of shower. It wasn't a difficult task.
"Son of a Bitch!" Souls voice roared from the bathroom, followed by another string of curses that would have made any sailor proud. Rolling her eyes, she finished cleaning up the mess and returned to the kitchen to throw away the now bloody paper towels.
After taking a moment to wash her hands clean of any remaining blood, she turned back into the living room and was met with a sight that made her blush and cringe at the same time.
With a wall of steam as a backdrop, Soul limped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel. While he looked much better with his many wounds cleaned, and the blood washed from his face and hair, he still looked horrible. Most of the cuts had yet to fully close, and were on the verge of opening back up again. Sighing, Maka indicated for him to sit on the couch. He shook his head defiantly.
"Soul Eater!" she snapped, her eyes burning, "You sit on that couch right now!"
His eyes snapped open in surprise at her tone, and silently he limped over the couch, gingerly sitting down. He glared at her as she smiled in victory before running to her room and returning with a small med-kit.
""You're not my miester, you don't have to help me." Soul frowned as she slapped a bandage over one of his more nasty looking cuts.
"Just shut up and let me do this" she sighed, placing another bandage over a rather nasty looking cut. "And if I was your miester this never would have happened."
"Doubt it" Soul sighed, before letting out a yelp as Maka poked one of his bruises hard.
"You know, when you helped m earlier, I said thanks."
Soul frowned for a moment, before nodding with a sigh. "I…sorry, thank you Maka."
She smiled, "don't worry about it. Now what happened?"
Soul sighed, "fought something the locals called gluttony. Looked slow so I just charged it. It swallowed me. It had a lot of teeth." Maka shivered, the thought filling her with revulsion. "I had to cut my way out from the inside."
"You shouldn't have let it do that in the first place Soul, you can't charge head first at every enemy" Maka sighed, placing the last adhesive on the battered boys cheek. "There, How's that?"
"Still hurts" Soul whined, rubbing his cheek.
Maka watched him for a moment, before reaching up and pulling his hand away. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed a small kiss against the bandage. Blushing slightly, she pulled away from the stunned Soul and back to her feet. "That should make it better." Quickly, she hopped off towards her room, pausing at the door to look back at Soul who was still sitting stupidly on the couch, "And Soul?"
He looked up at her.
"Thanks…for earlier."
And then she was gone into her room.
Soul ran one hand through his hair as the other rubbed his cheek. His mind was racing almost as fast as his heart.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered aloud, still staring at Maka's closed door. Shaking his head, he stood up and headed for his bed for a very restless night of sleep.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Leave a review if you did.
Hmm. Fluffier than I intened. But it still works I believe. Anyways, Soul and Maka seem to be getting along. Even if Soul is being as stubborn as ever. All Maka want's to do is get close to him.
I wonder what adventure awaits them next time?
Oh wait I actually know!
On that note, anything you guys want to see in this story before it starts to wrap up? If so, tell me in a review and if I like it, I'll try to work it in.
Hmmm what else what else? Oh, yeah. My update schedule is actually based on your guys. Like I said earlier, daughter of Zeus made me laugh, so I did a quick update. I don't mean I want clever reviews like that, I'm just saying random things inspire me. So, be sure to tell me what you guys think!
