Partners
Move
When she thought of dancing, she thought about movement and the fact that it involved a lot of touch depending on the type of choreography being performed. She learned once that Soul knew how to dance when he swayed to the sounds of jazz and whistled to himself in content long before they met Blair. She had asked him what he thought about that piece of music and he had called it 'cool' and 'rad' and said that he used to dance to that sort of stuff a lot when he was growing up with his Family. That's when her curiosity caused her to ask further into detail about his skills as a dancer. He mentioned that he had learned a lot of different styles because of his strict lessons as his Mother's student.
He once told her that his piano playing wasn't something he was too proud of but he actually didn't mind the dancing. However, he still refused to dance with her whenever they attended a party. The Eve party on April First every year that celebrated the School's Founding was a good example of that. He simply hid in the sidelines and avoided attention, always claiming that it just wasn't his kind of scene. She didn't really mind at first, but it did begin to bug her after the next couple of years as they gathered in different places where dancing and music was the main attraction.
She didn't mind that he always refused to play the piano, but she really wished that maybe they could dance together more often.
Maka didn't know how to dance, so that was one theory as to why he always refused. She moved like she had two left feet, or so he once told her after at least attempting to dance with her. Her ego had been crushed, that was for sure, but it didn't stop her from asking again and again in hopes that maybe one day he would agree to do it. Maybe at least teach her.
When they danced in the room painted with the two different colors of blood flowing through his veins, she felt a sense of happiness and joy that she only held back for the sake of being serious about using the madness. She couldn't convince him to use the Black Blood if she were jumping around in joy, could she?
He opened up to her in the Black Room. Normally he was secluded and kept to himself when they were around their friends or hanging around the apartment. He was a long thought, short answer kind of guy in reality, but when they met in the Black Room, he talked more, smiled more, danced with her more. It was only when she approached him on the outside when he would refuse and complain about getting broken toes and she would just pout and slump back to her room to read a sappy book.
"You're not fair. You can open up to me a little more outside of that place, you know."
"I thought this was about dancing?"
Maka kicked the couch as he leaned back into the cushions and watched TV. "This is about dancing. I feel like you open up to me when you dance. So it's the same thing."
Soul yawned. "Okay, sure…"
"Soul!"
He rolled his eyes and finally turned to face her. "Why do you want to dance so badly? It's not even that that fun."
"I like to move with you like that." Maka answered, hiding the sheepish look she was sure appeared on her face. "I think it's fun. I'm sorry I step on your feet a lot but I like doing that with you."
"You're weird." Soul scoffed and reached forward to grab the remote from the small coffee table set up in front of him. He then began to shuffle through the channels as she stood nearby with a newly formed annoyed frown. Instead of putting some other lame TV show on, however, he found a music channel that was playing something similar to what she would hear in the Black Room and when he set the remote down, he stood up and turned to her. "Do not step on my feet. It's not cool to play basketball with a sore foot y'know?"
"…R-Right." Her smile was small but filled with delight. She was surprised she was able to convince him but she didn't give him any time to change his mind as she spun around to go shove the dining table more into the kitchen so they would have more room. "You just gotta teach me the basics and then I'll stop stepping on you. It's simple as that."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Stubborn idiot."
"Takes one to know one."
Maka flushed brightly in anger at his comment, but was quickly swept away of all negative emotion when he took her hand and spun her around to face him. His hand made itself snug on her hip and he looked down at her without as much annoyance as before. Then, after waiting a couple beats, he began to move and took her along with him in a simple swaying that would spare his feet for the time being. It was certainly unfortunate for him, however, that the second she asked for something a little harder, he was just thanking the Shinigami that she wasn't wearing heels.
But he still had a hard time moving around the basketball court the next morning. Damn her.
i re wrote this one actually
it originally was about her Papa moving in with someone and maka getting upset and Soul like flipped him off and called him a piece of shit or w/e
but i was like
wait dancing
DANCING
so yeah i rewrote it to this yes yes
hope you like
xoxoxo
