Soul and Maka sped down the highway.
"So where are we going?" Maka asked above the wind.
"Someone's house. They keep a private plane there."
"Who owns it?" Soul paused a while before answering.
"My brother." They rode in silence after that. After a few hours, Soul said "We should find somewhere for the night. It'll be another three hours until we get there. And it would just be stupid to go all this way to get hit by a truck." Soul guided the bike off the highway and into some nearby woods. They found a large, broad leaved tree, and spread the sleeping bag under it.
"Looks like it might rain tonight." Maka commented. Soul didn't say anything, just lay down on the ground. "Weren't we um..." She started, then paused. "going to share?" She finished quietly. He started to talk and she cut him off. "I mean, if you don't want to it's fine just I would really-"
"Sorry." He muttered. "I was just... never mind." He shed his coat, stuffed it in the bag, and climbed in. Maka gently wrapped her good arm around him.
"Hey Soul. What's wrong." He sighed heavily.
"My brother didn't come to the congratulation party. I never liked him much, but I didn't heard any mention of him my parents. That... never happens." Maka rocked him back and forth.
"I'm sure that no matter what's happened to everyone, we'll fix it in time." Hesitantly, he hugged her back.
"Thanks. Still. Tsubaki... Tsubaki is dead now. I'm worried he is too. He was always their pride and joy, and my parents were always talking about his latest concert."
"Thats right. He's a musician." Maka said. Then she laughed softly. "Idiot. You don't need to act so tough all the time. It's ok to be worried." He chuckled, rubbing his neck.
"I'll consider it. Now go to sleep."
"I took a day long nap. I'm not that tired." In response, Soul kissed her. Slow at first, then with a rising intensity, his hands roamed her body. Maka broke apart for a moment. "If you start trying to take anything off, I will ram your head into this tree. One arm or no." Soul only laughed. They moved gently under the sleeping bag, kissing and touching. It was gentle and sweet and Maka let go in a way she hadn't in a long time. She didn't worry, she didn't think. She just enjoyed the moment. Finally, she stopped, pulling a finger she had been biting out of her mouth.
"That was..." Soul started. Maka hushed him.
"Don't ruin it." She cuddled close, clinging to him. "Hey Soul. Sing me something."
"Like what."
"I dunno. You're the musician. Pick something." He thought a moment.
"Ok, I have something. You might like it." His voice started to hum a tune. Then he started to sing, softly into her ear. Maka shivered at the sound. "Hark said the little leatherwing bat. I'll tell you the reason that, the reason that I fly by night is because I've lost my hearts delight." His voice danced through the notes, rising and falling. "Hi said the woodpecker sitting on a bench, once I courted a handsome wench, but she got saucy and from me fled, ever since then my heads been red." Maka almost shivered as Soul's voice dipped lower and lower, giving the song an eerie cast. "Hi said the little bird so blue, if I'd a been a young man I'd have had two, so if one got saucy and wanted to go I'd have me a new string to my bow." Maka looked at the stars as Soul went on. "Oh, said the owl with his head so white, a lonesome day, a lonesome night, I thought I heard some pretty girl say, court all night and sleep all day." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Hi said the lonesome turtledove, I'll tell you how to gain her love, keep her up both night and day, never give her time to say go away." And finally, so quietly Maka had to shift closer and strain her ears ""Hark said the little leatherwing bat. I'll tell you the reason that, the reason that I fly by night is because I've lost my hearts delight." She lay quietly for a little while, listening to the noises of the forest at night.
"You have a talent for making any song creepy." He grinned in the darkness.
"My specialty. So, how did you like it?"
"Very nice, but kind of sad. Bittersweet. None of them were very happy."
"It was about birds." He told her, dry amusement in his tone.
"Still! Depressed birds!" Maka said, giving him a small cuff. They were silent for a bit.
"Hey Maka."
"Mhmm?" She said sleepily.
"I love you. I'm glad you're here."
"I love you too." She cradled his head in her good arm. "Never leave me." They drifted off to the chirp of crickets and the steady sigh of each other's breath.
