Moshi moshi. I'd like to thank you all for making it this far. Your reviews are all so nice and I just love reading them. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Slightly less depressing because I felt like something happy needed happen soon.
A young blonde-headed girl stirred under the warm covers of her bed. A yawn forced itself out, followed by viridian eyes blinking themselves open. The girl sat up, blue comforter falling around her thin waist as she did so. She was surprised to find herself in her attire from the day before, consisting of her white button-up and red plaid skirt. In fact, she didn't remember coming to bed at all last night. She was arguing with Soul and then- Oh. Oh.
Maka grunted, throwing the covers from herself. Seeing as she had nothing else to wear as of right now, she continued wearing her clothes from yesterday. The girl crept silently from her room, just in case her captor was still sleeping. When the coast seemed clear, she entered the kitchen. She was hungry and now seemed as good a time as any to make some breakfast. She would make some for Soul too, she decided.
She sifted around in his pantry, finding instant pancake mix. With a shrug, she pulled out some milk and started fixing their breakfast. A few pancakes later, a white head of hair poked itself outside of Soul's bedroom door. Said teen made his way over to Maka's side to inspect the food she was cooking. She glared as he hovered over her shoulder.
"Oi, you didn't have to make me anything, Maka." Soul smirked, going to take his seat at the rarely used dining table.
His fingers drummed lightly against the smooth surface of the table as he watched her cook. He noticed the specks of dust that flew up every time his fingers would hit the table. When was the last time he sat here? Shaking his head, he returned his attention to Maka. She subconsciously swung her hips back and forth between flipping pancakes. An amused grin broke out across the boy's face. Seeing such an unfitting habit for the lifeless girl reminded him of just how weird she truly was. He liked it.
"I was already cooking for myself." She responded monotonously. She flipped the last pancake onto the stack and strode over to the table. Another plate was set on the table for Soul to use.
He didn't hesitate to dig right in to the meal. He silently wondered how long it had been since someone had cooked for him. Probably before the whole family thing that had occurred a few years back. He shook the memory from his head, focusing instead on the girl in front of him. Her head was lowered, bangs casting a shadow over her eyes. The boy frowned. Those stupid bangs were always in the way.
"So, I was thinking-" Soul started, taking a bite of the soft breakfast food Maka had prepared, "Since you're going to be staying here for a while, you need clothes. Cool guys don't just let girls wear the same thing every day."
Maka nodded a 'thank you'. The scarlet-eyed boy's frown deepened. She was back to being emotionless and tight-lipped, he noted. With a sigh, he continued eating his breakfast. Maka raised an eyebrow at him, sensing his distress. Their gazes met for a brief moment, but he averted his gaze from her lifeless stare. He merely shook his head in response.
"You're bothered by something." Maka stated plainly, setting her fork down a bit more forcefully than she intended. The silverware clinked against the table, making Soul flinch. The ash-blonde didn't know why she was even trying to elaborate on the issue. Before she hadn't dared to speak anymore than she was forced to, and yet here she was, striking up a conversation with the boy about his problems of all things.
"You're being emotionless again." Soul replied with just as much enthusiasm. "I don't understand you at all."
"Let it go." Maka mumbled. "You're better off not getting involved with my problems." This time she was the one to break eye-contact, choosing instead to study the thin layer of dust coating the table. Her appetite was suddenly lost as she rose from her seat and disposed of her left overs. She decided to end the conversation there and return to her room. Apparently they would be going to town later, so she could at least try to look presentable.
Rough hands ran through ivory locks in frustration. Soul stood from his seat, chair sliding back a bit with the sudden movement. He had no intentions of letting Maka out of this conversation again. His large hand wrapped around her thin wrist, causing her to halt in her place. A stern frown replaced the cocky smirk he normally sported.
"I can't just let this go. Not when it's all I can think about."
Maka stiffened. She didn't dare turn to meet his gaze. She wasn't about to let him get in her head again. No, she needed to be strong. "I don't want to discuss this topic." She uttered harshly, ripping her hand from his grasp. She resumed walking down the hall.
"I don't care." Soul's voice was thick with frustration. He spun the petite girl around, gripping her shoulders. "I'm not letting you out this time. You can lose your sanity and pass out on the floor all you'd like, so long as I get some damn answers."
She struggled against his hold on her, never once daring to lift her head and meet his burning stare. It would all be over as soon as their eyes connected, and she wasn't about to give in so easily. If he was going to be difficult, then she would be too. "Let go of me." The girl growled.
He let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Are you trying to threaten a highly trained assassin? You aren't going anywhere until I get what I want."
Maka sighed. She was hoping not to have to resort to this method. Without much warning, she lifted her foot and slammed it into the teen's stomach. He stumbled back a few feet, but didn't let his hands leave her shoulders. His foot caught on the leg of the table, sending him crashing to the ground backwards, Maka following suit unwillingly.
Well, that certainly didn't go as she had planned. She cracked a viridian eye open, only now realizing the position they were in. Soul was lying flat with his back pressed against the floor. Maka had landed directly on top of him, hands splayed about on his toned chest. His hands were still gripping her shoulders, preventing her from escaping. Their faces were incredibly close. In fact, they were so close that their noses were brushing against one another.
The pigtailed girl could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as the seconds rolled by and neither had made any move to change their position. Slowly, she let her emerald irises meet his burning scarlet and immediately wished she hadn't. Her breath hitched. She could feel the walls she built for herself starting to crack. He was doing that again. How the hell did he do that? Was her chest supposed to feel this tight? How come her stomach felt so uneasy?
"Maka, get up." Soul muttered. She blinked in confusion at his sudden change of mood. He released his iron grip on her shoulders to allow her freedom. "Now."
"Why?" She inquired softly. Her eyes widened. Had she really just asked that? What demon had taken control over her and possessed her to say something like that? She slapped a hand over her mouth.
He looked nearly as shocked to hear that as she did. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath. They opened a few moments later. He couldn't believe he was about to tell her this... But he was prepared to take whatever punches she threw at him.
"Because..." Soul averted his gaze from hers. Suddenly the wall looked extremely interesting. "I'm trying really hard not to kiss you right now."
Haha, and I shall end it here to torture you all. Okay, I know this scene is extremely lame, but I'm not exactly the most romantic person out there. The mood of the story just kind of made a drastic change, but I've been feeling the need to establish the relationship. This was kind of a giant leap, but considering how all over the place their emotions are, it kind of fit in just fine. Anyways, I hope you liked it. Feedback is much appreciated!