Merry Christmas everyone! I got the computer back, or at least I think I have. I was going to wait and post this tomorrow but what the hell, it's the Holidays! I made a GrinchxCindy Lou story if anybody's interested in some pure crack. XD hopes you guys like this chapter! As always, thanks to Jessica for editing!
The sun rose slowly the next morning, his brilliant smile flashing as the birds chirped their greeting to the day. Soul groaned as the laughing sun's light dawned upon his form from the small opening in his curtains. He sighed tightening his hold on the warm body that lay next to him. Wait a minute…body?!! Soul's eyes bulge, his arms and hands making a hasty retreat as his brain fired fully awake. His master groaned, curling into herself to replace the suddenly lost heat. Soul found himself staring openly; did they…do something last night? No, no, he fought Quade last night and, he lost. So, how the hell was he still alive? The answer came to him quickly and he felt his body tense, the demon.
"Hey, bastard!"
Soul mentally called only to be met with silence, odd. He turned more toward Maka, his eyes scanning for injuries. She seemed perfectly fine.
"Of course she's perfectly fine."
Soul snorted, knowing the bastard couldn't stay silent. He heard the demon snarl at his train of thought. Soon as the snarling started it stopped only to be replaced by smugness.
"Coming up with blanks about last night are we? You wish to know what happened,
yes?"
"Get on with it already!"
Soul snarled softly, casting a quick glance at his partner to make sure he hadn't woken her. The demon chuckled at his other's impatience.
"So impatient, there's not really much to explain really. You were weak, about to be killed so I took over and killed the bastard."
"You killed him?"
Soul felt a small bit of panic well up inside him. He knew Maka wouldn't remember any of the events after being shown the shack, because of whatever spell that bastard had put on her. Without proper evidence he could be facing jail time, he could only hope that guy was on the wanted list.
"You expected me to let him live? After he tried to soil what's ours?! Unacceptable!"
The demon screeched, Soul found himself to tired to wince from the shrillness of it, or maybe he was getting used to the demons constant screeching? He sure nagged enough.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Maka is not "ours", she's not property."
"The hell she isn't."
Soul sighed in defeat to tired to argue anymore, running a hand through his messy white locks. He was silent for a moment before an idea popped in his mind.
"Hey little onni, did you eat his soul?"
The bastard snorted, "As if I would eat such garbage, I was going to leave it but changed my mind at the last second, look on your dresser."
Soul turned his head, his eyes immediately catching sight of the oddly shaped black container. He guessed the demon wasn't so stupid after all. It looked like a tiny mutated potion bottle or something. Could the soul even fit in there? Before Soul could think anymore on the subject, hot breath drifted against his exposed thigh as his sleeping partner shifted in her sleep. Soul smiled gently, running his hand through her hair before moving down to her cheeks.
"Beautiful isn't she?"
The demon murmured, his voice coated with pride and Soul hummed in agreement. He saw her eyelids begin to quiver and he withdrew his hand from her face as her eyes fluttered open.
"Soul?"
"Hey."
He responded gruffly but still smiling, pulling on her arms to help her sit up. She seemed to realize where she was, she blinked, turning her head looking around his room before turning toward him again.
"What am I doing in your room?"
Soul felt his smile slip as the seriousness of the situation came back to him. He sighed his lids lowering in confusion.
"I was hoping you could tell me?"
Maka blinked, her face slowly scrunching up in her own confusion. Soul shook his head, throwing out a random question hoping to get her memory going.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
That seemed to do the trick, her eyes bulge as she sits up into a sitting position. Her hand flying to her back, face blooming in astonishment as her hand explored her back.
"It's gone!"
Soul tilted his head at her, "What's gone?"
"My wound from when the shack fell on me! He must have healed it…"
Soul eyes flashed in worry, catching sight of it and realizing her words Maka quickly became silent. Soul felt his insides twist. Quade wouldn't heal her; the only other being that had been there that night was…
"Did he hurt you?"
His voice low and serious as if they were talking about a taboo subject, Maka's answer was just as quiet.
"No."
"Did he do anything at all?" Soul prodded, studying her face carefully.
Maka paused before answering. She couldn't tell him what really happened between his other half and herself. So she shrugged her shoulders and replied steadily.
"Nothing serious, just toying around with me is all."
Soul openly stared at her and she ducked her head avoiding his gaze. Maka truly was a horrible liar. It was against her nature. He had noticed her pause and now she wouldn't even look him in the eye.
He would leave it for now and have a chat with the demon later; he had more important things to worry about. He slid off the bed heading over to his mirror to take in the damage. The demon had cleaned him up nicely, no wounds, no aches, and no blood.
He must have taken a shower before putting them in new clothes and heading for bed. Good, now he didn't have to waste time by getting ready. Grabbing the small odd black container he headed towards the front door, Maka's voice drifting after him.
"Where are you going?"
"To talk to Shinigami-Sama."
Maka sighed as she heard the door open before slamming shut; she slid off the bed heading towards the bathroom. Better be presentable if Shinigami-Sama needed her to testify.
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"Hello, Hello! What's up?"
Shinigami-Sama greeted waving his large white gloved hand, Soul nodded in return.
"Is their something you need Soul-kun?"
Soul visibly tensed, the reaper cocked his head in response. The reaper leaned in closer phasing through his mirror before slinking closer to the white haired teen.
"What is it?"
The normal go-lucky voice was replaced by dead seriousness and Soul knew there was no other way. He quickly told the reaper about last night events, Shinigami-Sama listened never once interrupting and soon Soul was finished, waiting for the Death Gods next words.
"I see, do you by any chance have Quade's soul with you?"
Soul nodded digging in his pocketing and withdrawing the black container, placing it in Shinigami-Sama's large gloved hand. Without a word he twisted the top, shaking the small bottle as the soul squeezed slowly out of its tiny prison. The small bottle suddenly stirred to life giving a small twist before dispersing into small twirls of smoke and shadow. Ignoring the bottle completely the reaper took the souls tail and pulled it up towards his face examining it before giving it a final poke.
"Pinkish eh?" Shinigami-sama questioned, his blank expression reflecting back to Soul in the mirror. "I wouldn't worry too much about it Soul-kun, this one was on his way to becoming a Kishin egg anyway."
Soul sighed in relief, shoving his hands into his pockets as a grin stretched across his face. Shinigami-sama was so cool! He glanced up at the reaper, wondering whether or not he was free to go. Shinigami-Sama whistled as he patted the boy's head.
"I will talk to the authorities and what not, if they even show up at all. You're dismissed."
"Thank you, Shinigami-Sama."
Soul bowed in respect before straightening and heading towards the door. The reapers voice drifted to him.
"Soul-kun?"
Soul threw Shinigami-sama a backwards glance, seeing the reaper had already gone back into his mirror. The reaper paused making sure he had the scythes attention before speaking.
"Be careful."
With that warning said, the God of Death faded and Soul sighed turning back towards the large hallway.
"You don't have to tell me."
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Soul opened their apartment door shouting his greeting as he did so.
"I'm back!" he said, only to be met with silence. He headed toward the kitchen. No note. So she was still here.
Grabbing a soda he popped the lid and took a swig before heading towards his partner's room. Sure enough he found her, she laid with her body sprawled on her bed, fast asleep. She was fully dressed for the days, with even her shoes on.
He smiled warmly. She must have been prepared for talking with Shinigami-Sama herself. Setting his Coke down he moved forward, taking her shoes, socks, and coat off, before placing them on her desk.
She murmured something unintelligible before subtle shivering. and he sighed and picked her up, moving her comforter and sheets down before placing her back in the bed and covering her up. He stood there awkwardly for a few moments before whispering.
"Hurry up and get better, baka."
He took another step forward and leaned over her, pausing before gently brushing his lips with her sleeping ones. The sensation was marvelous, but he quickly pulled away knowing full well what awaited him if he lingered to long. He wasn't half way down the hallway when his conscious attacked him.
'You took advantage of a woman in her sleep! What kind of a man are you?!'
The guilt was immediate and he hung his head as he skulked into his room and flopped on the bed. The demon chuckled and Soul inwardly groaned, he did not need this right now.
"Don't feel ashamed, what's wrong with kissing the woman you love and – who I might add – loves you in return!"
"Shut up! You don't know for sure and kissing her without consent is definitely
not cool."
Soul snarled lowly as he turned onto his side, facing the window. The bastard then sighed, grumbling about Soul's dumb-ass 'cool' self-image.
Soul suddenly remembered that he had something to do, after talking to Maka about the occurrences of the night before, he had to ask that bastard about the incident last night.
The weapon shut his eyes; drifting out of consciousness and searching for the black room. Soon enough he found it. Inside the room the demon sat on the table where the record player was positioned, motioning him in.
"Oh, a visit? Oh Soul-kun you shouldn't have!"
The demon cackled sarcastically, slapping his knees in amusement, Soul narrowed his eyes, taking a seat in the small chair in the center of the room before speaking.
"What did you do to Maka?"
The demon only laughed harder swinging his small legs back and forth as he leered at Soul.
"Nothing that she didn't want, of that I can assure you."
Soul snarled, "Don't play games with me you mother-fucking-bitch! What did you do to her?!"
The demon put a hand over his heart in fake offence," Such foul words, and directed at me too! Oh I won't live to see tomorrow I'm so heartbroken!"
The demon doubled over laughing, swinging his head and legs so violently that Soul was almost convinced that the tendons would tear. That would be amusing.
"No need to act like a stupid bitch…" Soul muttered, his eyes closing in frustration. "You've already proved that you are one. Now answer my question before I rip your tongue out!"
The demon shrugged him off, "I don't think I'm the one who should tell you."
"I already asked Maka and—"
"THEN ASK HER AGAIN STUPID BOY!" The demon growled and Soul was temporarily taken aback by the sudden outburst.
"Ask her again and then come talk to me."
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And I'm going to end it there. Hope you guys have a wonderful winter break! Drop me a review or a flame, which ever you prefer.
