A/N: I don't own Soul Eater god dammit.

The sentences in italics are Maka remembering past events. Sorry, it might be a bit hard to see.

X-x-x Nostalgia x-x-X

Maka gasped as Soul brushed his fingers over the cut on her stomach. His touch lingering over her abdomen for a little longer than necessary. His skin was so warm, all she wanted to do was grab his hand and place his whole palm flat on her stomach. That would surely warm her up.

"Good." Soul sighed in relief and helped pull her vest back down over her stomach. "It's not as bad as I thought. It'll be fine until we get home"

The water was a little too hot as she stood under the nozzle of their apartments shower head.

The meister was in a mood. Not exactly a bad one though.

She was feeling nostalgic.

The white haired boy held out his hand for her to take and sighed before speaking.

"Care to dance?"

You could tell he didn't want to be there. His body language depicted the uncomfortableness he was feeling. Maka figured that parties like these reminded him of his family. He wasn't a very socialable person.

Yet here he was, dressed up in the black pinstripe suit that was featured in the Black Room, asking her to dance.

And who was she to turn him down?

Maka smiled and took his warm hand as he linked their arms together, directing her towards the dance floor where as many as 20 couples waltzed. Soul gave Maka an unexpected smirk before placing one hand on her slender hip, the other joining together with her own. Maka swallowed as they started to move, Soul leading as usual.

"I don't like dancing." Soul spoke as they moved slowly, he wasn't looking at her, rather the space to the side of her head.

"Why did you ask me to then?" Maka questioned, frowning.

Soul looked down at their feet, holding her waist a little tighter than before. "I really like dancing with you."

Maka sighed and rested her head against the cool glass of the shower. Soul had invaded her head, he was all she thought about these days, and it kind of pissed her off.

"Just friends my arse." The meister whispered to herself. She knew that Soul meant more to her than any friend.

Maka bit her lip, trying to find a way to tell this guy that she didn't need a new partner at the moment. Or hopefully ever.

Sure she was chuffed, Soul was the one that got partner requests, not her. But she sure as hell wasn't going to leave him for someone else, the same as he wouldn't leave her. It was a sort of silent, mutual agreement that they had going.

"Uh. Well. Thanks for the offer but I-"

"She's taken." The familiar deep voice cut in. Coming from behind.

Maka turned around to see the weapon walking up to them, hands in pockets, no expression on his face. His eyes, giving away what he felt instead. Which right now was annoyance.

"And she always will be."

Maka smiled at the memory, and lifting her finger she wrote on the glass of the shower.

'I love Soul Evans.'

"Maka! Hurry up! I need a shower too remember?"

She jumped as her partner banged on the door, impatiently.

"I'm almost done!" The blonde yelled back at him, shutting off the water and squeezing her hair of excess water. She stepped out and grabbed the towel sitting on the lid of the toilet, wrapping it around herself.

"Finally!" Soul exclaimed as Maka stepped out the bathroom door. "I swear if there is no hot water left I'm going to tickle you to death."

She laughed, and continued to her room.

Soaping up his hair, Soul squinted, trying to make out the words on the glass that were written in Maka's neat handwriting. He leaned forward and blew on the glass, making the words clearer.

He grinned, ignoring the funny flips his stomach was doing as he figured it out.

Stretching out a soapy finger he wrote underneath hers.

'I love Maka Albarn.'

A/N: *Coughs*...cheesy crap...*Coughs.*

I finished Durarara! It's been my new obsession for the past week. Well that and Deivant Art.

Thanks for 80 reviews!

It's my birthday tomorrow!

God i feel old. It feels weird saying that it's my 17th.

Hope you all had a good New Year.