A/N- I think I'm updating a lot faster now :$


Maka was sitting in the lounge with Soul, watching a basketball match. Maka never really understood the game, but she was happy just to sit with Soul and watch TV on her recuperation period. At least he was letting her get up and about now for something other than to shower or use the loo.

The advertisements came on at half time, and Soul got up to use the toilet. Maka waited for him to return, half-heartedly watching the commercials. A weather report came on, which caught Maka's attention. She was thinking of asking Soul if they could go for a walk, she hadn't been outside for ages.

She watched the weather reporter as they swiped their hand over the green screened image of Death City, slightly too hyper looking to be one of those people who wore suits, but then maybe that's why the viewers liked him?

Maka watched out for the northern side of Death City, where there seemed to be a few rain clouds and thunder clouds. She frowned. She really hated storms, and there was going to be on later today. Although saying that, she could see the sky outside was getting greyer as the hours passed.

Yawning, Maka stood up and walked to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice, and poured herself a glass. Closing the fridge again she headed back into the lounge, curling up in the arm chair.

Soul returned to see that Maka looking miserable.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Soul cocked his head to one side, looking at her softly through crimson orbs.

"..Nothing's wrong Soul." Maka looked up at him, and smiled, trying to justify the point.

"If you say so.." He sat down just in time for the basketball match to come back on.


Maka sat in her bed, listening to the rain splashing to the ground outside. The sky was miserable and crying, and every so often there was a flash followed by a clap of thunder. Maka really hated the noise, it put her on the edge, and she couldn't sleep.

It was around 2 in the morning, and Maka usually fell asleep at 11 at the latest. She hated this, when she knew she was losing out on sleep, which just made things worse. Soul was probably already fast asleep now.

Maka decided to get up and use the toilet, and then see if Soul was awake. She slipped out of bed, and headed into the bathroom, did her business then headed back out into the hallway to put her ear up to Soul's door. She couldn't hear his usual snoring so maybe he was awake? She decided to knock and find out. Either way she was going in there.

"…Come.. in?" Soul's voice came, slightly cracked from not speaking for a few hours, and he sounded tired.

Maka softly pushed the door open, to see Soul's outline sitting up in his bed.

"Maka, what's wrong?"

Maka was silent for a few seconds, when the sound of thunder answered for her, making her flinch; Soul saw this and understood straight away. He stood up and walked over to Maka, grabbing her hand.

Now he was in the light momentarily she could see he was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms with no shirt. Luckily for her it was dark, so she wasn't going to be distracted by the massive scar on his chest. She hated that scar, she hated herself for it.

Soul pulled her over to the bed and sat down pulling her into his lap. Maka was still slightly sore, and groaned to receive a fiery apology from Soul. He rubbed her back for a few minutes, trying to relax her. The thunder was persistent, and she kept jumping every time it boomed in the background noise of the rain.

Soon Maka began to relax slightly and lay her head back on Soul's shoulder. Soul pulled his duvet up over their laps, and gently slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. Maka could feel Soul's body heat, and turned her head slightly to the right, burying her face in his neck and the soft white hair that strayed in all different directions. She placed her hands on his arms and closed her eyes, Soul's presence was calming her, and soon the sounds of the thunder were a lot less scary to her.

He began to whisper to her, and after a while they sat laughing softly, until Soul decided they should try and get to sleep now. He lay down; pulling his Meister softly with him, until she was lying against him, head resting on his bare chest. Her arms were still around him, and pulling the duvet up around their shoulders, he snaked his arms around her waist again and leaned his chin down to rest against the top of her head.

A few minutes later they were both out like lights, sleeping in each other's arms.


Aww this one was fun to write :') I'm going to run out of chapters soon, and this has definately been the most enjoyable fic to write, Maybe i'll do fics in the future for BlackStar/Tsubaki and Kid :)