*In Behalf of the FB Group: Kid X Maka! (I am a member here)
Yes, this is a group fanfic, The Ideas are from the group and I am the one just typing it down.
Hi All!,
This is actually one of my favorite quotes ^u^
I am sorry if this chapter is long and boring though, But hey, the 8 signs are revealed! I have to think/crack my head on what kind of signs Maka will want.
Seeing her such a simple girl, and a bookworm, she might pick some simple scenes in the book and use it. Yeah, 3/8 percent is Soul's P.O.V
I promise to make it up on the next chapter.
I also want to thank those who said I need to check my grammar. English is not my mother tongue, so please spare me
Please do tell me what you think about it especially if it is negative. please (Productive Criticism)
SOUL EATER (c) ATSUSHI ŌKUBO
Chapter 6
Maka's P.O.V
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato
' 1. He will give me a rose.
2. He will ask me to dance, out of nowhere.
3. He will write me a letter.
4. He will wait for me.'
Soul's P.O.V
Tonight we are coming home after a mission at Seattle, and we are waiting for the plane to arrive and pick us up. The night was solemn, and we are both gazing at the starless sky, The only light is the once, grinning moon of the Death City is now the forever new moon of the night, The coldness of the night was strong enough to make our warm breath like small clouds escaping our chapped lips. We were sitting on the cold concrete floor and it seems that our warm layers of clothing are growing weaker as the night deepens. I honestly can handle all this kind of coldness but the body that lies beside me was too much to handle. I looked at her, she was so loss in thought, Maka was different tonight and she wasn't her usual happy self. I called out her name in a soft whisper and I was rewarded with a smile, the smile was beautiful if only she wasn't holding back some tears and the hole in her soul. She wasn't like her usual self after Kid had kissed her and even more when I made my move. 'She is alive when she is with death'. Casting my attention to her, I held her hand that made her jump and squeak, she can be cute sometimes without her realizing it. "Maka…" She hesitated, she was looking everywhere but me. "Maka, I need to tell you something." Then she stopped, she was still at a first glance, but analyzing her more, you would see that she was quivering. "Maka, I'm sorry." I inhaled deeply.
'How am I supposed to give this to her? Without thinking I was hitting on her?' I grip my bangs, Death this is frustrating, but it had to be done. I stand up and left my room, scanning the small apartment we rent, it was already afternoon and at this time she would be either in the living room or in her bedroom reading one of the thousands of books she owns. I know this is not the right time, but…. To hell with it, this is my chance and I am not going to waste it!. Turning the knob I entered her room, not bothering to even knock, she only locks her room anyway when she is dressing or studying, entering her room I was greeted with silence. Her room was empty. No sign of her anywhere. "Maka?" I called out her name, maybe she is in here somewhere, at her closet? Under the bed? Looking for something? I looked everywhere and still failed. "So uncool Maka…" She left without even leaving a note on where she is going, sighing in defeat I placed the rose I was planning to give her on her table, I noticed that there was a single book placed at the center, It was about three inches thick and the lettering is elegantly written, 'A classic? Tch, so like you Maka.' I was staring at the book for a little while until I came up with an idea. I scanned the content of the book until I found a piece of folded paper placed neatly inside, she was near on finishing the book and she still doesn't have a proper bookmark? Chuckling, I picked up the rose and positioned it on where she left off. 'At least this way you will see the rose' putting the book back on its place I left her room with a soft click of the lock. 'Now, I just have to wait for her'
She came home, but her eyes were judging me, not only she had scanned me from head to toe, but she had also asked me several times if I am okay, if I am sick or am I the real Soul Eater Evans. The moment she arrived, the house was spotless and there was a ballroom music playing in the background. I asked her if she wanted to dance and that is only when I noticed she was holding a kind of flower I am not aware of. 'What kind of flower is that?' I asked her whom she got it from and what kind of flower is that and my answer was a book in the head. Although with my aching head, I noticed that when I asked her, her eyes became sad and confused, like she was expecting something but got the alter. She hurriedly entered her room with a loud bang. I wonder if she will notice the rose I have for her. Sighing for the tenth time today, I stood up. 'Or the Letter.'
Maka's P.O.V
' 5. He will give me sweets.
6. He will read a book with me.
7. He will remind me/make me remember something.
8. He accepts my Papa.'
Soul's P.O.V
"Say 'Ah' Maka." "Hmm? Why?" "Tch, just say 'ah' and close your eyes." "hmm.. fine.. ahh." I popped a piece of strawberry chocolate inside her mouth. It was one of the most expensive chocolate I know and one of the things I like. I watched her as she munched on it. "mmh. It's sweet. What kind of chocolate is this? I never tasted it before." I gave her the small box of the chocolate she ate. "Here, all yours." "F-for me?" She asked, blinking her eyes, I stared at her, 'Why is she so surprised? I am only doing….. Oh no,' "Yeah, a gift for you. You are the coolest partner." "Ohh.." "Yeah." 'I hoped I just dodge that.'
I knocked at her door and waited for an answer, when I heard she said 'yes' I went inside. "Yoh, Maka…" "hmm? What is it Soul?" "Can you help me with this? Some words are in a different language and I cannot understand." I was inspecting the book when I noticed she was staring at the notes she made for an upcoming exam, I would have thought she was ignoring me until her eyes were dark, lifeless and full of hurt, she was gripping her pen tight that it was almost turning her knuckles white. Suddenly, I felt pain deep inside my soul, she was yearning for something and in an instant I felt guilty. "Ahh.. Never mind Maka, I'll just browse these words on the internet." Without further notice I left her room, I couldn't see her anymore, but the pain and guilt had embroider my mind, and if I look closely and listen to our soul connections enough. I am sure that I will hear her crying. 'I shouldn't have done this. I knew better…'
Her signs, the signs that she wrote were all so simple that anyone can do it within a day, but I don't want to be obvious, so I chose to do them separately, One or twice a day. I was scared that she might take it the wrong way, and seeing this, she might have, some would be happy, some would be already throwing themselves at me, even if I haven't completed it yet, but she, Maka… she was scared and undeniably upset on whom was doing her signs. There were only two left and that are… 'Make her remember something and accepting her father.' I Pulled myself out from the past and into this present where I shall confess to her. "Maka, do you remember when you asked me what love is?" Still, she didn't answer, she was silent and her head was hung low. "I didn't answer because I don't know what the answer is… until I've heard this quote from Woody Allen; The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that." finally she looked up at me, her eyes were confused. She was so smart that her intelligence ate up almost her emotional department. 'So practical and rational… typical Maka´ I chuckled quietly and smiled at her. "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back… Maka, Open your eyes and look deeper, then you will see whom your heart is singing for."
Maka's P.O.V
"It seems like we have found your mate." Excalibur said he took a sip of his jasmine tea. "He had accomplished every task in your list in perfection and precise accuracy." "Yeah, he did." I said in a monotone voice, my thumb caressing the mouth of the elegant ceramic, porcelain cup, it was smooth and thin yet it appeared strong but with a single fall it will shatter, it is fragile in the very core. The moment we have arrived back at Shibusen, I rushed to meet Excalibur, this is wrong, it felt wrong. I know I am naïve when it comes to love, but I am not that kind of fool to not understand that something is off. It was easy to understand the emotions of sadness, loneliness, sorrow, anger, wrath, envy, jealousy, and happiness. On the other hand, Love is different, it is still a blur to me since I can only read them in the romance novels that caught my attention, Love also comes in different level for me. The Love of a friend, a family, and the love of a 'mate.'
Soul, he had done everything what my sign clearly stated, he had done it with such accuracy that it made me think he had knowledge about my little signs. "But, Excalibur-sir, are sign the only way to know whom your mate is?" "No, there are many, but the signs are the most acknowledge and believe upon." "Is there a way that it might be altered? Like it can be tampered in what way?" "You seemed to not believe whom your signs are pointing to." "I… no, I am just curious." "Very well, it is time for my afternoon nap. You are free to do what your little soul please, young lady." With that, he left the quiet room, that was filled with paintings of the different era but only hold one emotion and that is peace. This room, this white beautiful room designed with vines at the corner is not calming my yearning soul. I was left alone, to think and concentrate on the feeling that had kept me awake in so many nights.
"Maka…" raising my chin, I met those ocean eyes that hold so many emotions for her daughter. "Papa…" he smiled to me, his hand took hold of mine, they appear so small compared to him, his hand was rough and calloused after all the battles and training he undergo, yet his hand still holds that tender and loving touch he have when I was still a kid. "Papa… had Mama ever tested you? Like come up with a sign to know you are the one?" "… I don't know…." "Then, why did Mama chose you?" I looked up at him, I cannot believe I was having this kind of conversation with him, whom had not only hurt my mother but also me. "I'm sorry Maka, after all that happened, I don't know how to answer that anymore, but for what I remembered, we chose each other because we love each other."
"What is love papa?"
Kid's P.O.V
"What is Love for you Maka?"
