Soul woke up to a loud thud followed by a crashing sound by his ears. He quickly sat up and realized that he had dozed off. The noise was coming from behind him; through the bathroom door he heard her curse. He shot to his feet and crashed his knuckles to the door.
"Maka, are you alright?" he called, but was replied by only a muffled noise that he couldn't quite make out. Why did they have to make these doors so damn thick?
Soul, now beyond worried, headed for Maka's room in a heated panic. He fumbled around for something strong enough to break a wooden door with, and came up with almost nothing. There was a small coat hanger that he guessed was used to hang her beloved black trench coat on, a lamp that she used to read her thousands of books that were so neatly stacked on her bookshelf, and a broom, all choices he didn't like the look of, but in this situation, he didn't know if he had a choice.
He grabbed the coat hanger and headed for the bathroom, a feeling of sickness and worry deep in his gut. Once at the door, he readied himself, but stopped.
What if she's fine? How do I know she's hurt? She could just have dropped something. Maybe this isn't such a good idea…no. She might be hurt, dead! I have to do this.
Soul took a deep breath, sunk his feet into the carpet and shoved the wooden coat hanger into the door with all the force he could summon. It only took one blow and the door flew open like nothing and the steam from her shower hit his eyes causing him to squint. Soul couldn't see very well inside the tiled bathroom, only the faint figure of Maka.
"Maka, are you okay- "AHHH!" Maka screamed at the top of her lunges wrapping a towel around her body in a panic and gave Soul a Maka-chop with her bare hands. "What the hell Maka!" Soul screamed crumbling to the ground as Maka jumped into the shower and hid behind the curtains. "Soul…" Maka said darkly, her face completely hidden behind the curtain.
"WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" She screamed, hiding herself further in the shower curtains. "I thought you were hurt!" he blushed rubbing his pounding head. "I'm fine, now get OUT!" She said waving her arms in fury.
"Okay, okay! I'm going!" Soul moaned, crawling off the floor and inching towards the door. "HURRY UP!" She screamed behind him.
He had time only to growl and yawn to try and cover up his embarrassment, but it was too late, it had already sunk in, big time. He had only wanted to see if she was okay, I mean that's harmless right?
Soul shook his head and closed the door behind him. Of course it's not harmless, why would she believe him that he was just checking if she was okay? He was male wasn't he? All signs pointed to him being a huge pervert.
Soul walked to the living room and sat in front of the TV. He scavenged through some of the channels but came up with nothing. From one through four-hundred, there was nothing but boring girly shows such as The Desperate House Wives, Martha Stewart and Glee.
His fingers were getting tired of channel surfing, especially when all the shows being showed at the time were the stupidest things he had ever seen in his life. Soul could feel himself getting frustrated; since when did they do re-runs of The Last Song ALL DAY?
Soul barely gave up until he saw what was on that screen. It was for adults only, if you know what I'm saying. No one his age would watch such an explicit piece of garbage. His fingers twitched on the button to change the absolute dirty embarrassment of the human race, but he couldn't tare his eyes away from the screen.
"Soul, are you still here?" Maka called exiting the bathroom. "Shit." Soul muttered. "Yeah I'm still here, you need me?" he asked hitting the power button as fast as he could. "Yeah, will you go get some blankets and pillows from your apartment? You're going to need them if you want to stay warm tonight." Soul, still shaky from the program he had seen on TV nodded slowly and headed for the door. Once out of the roomy apartment, Maka walked towards the TV wondering what shook him up so bad.
She slowly sat down, nervous as to what he had seen, and clicked the power button.
"That's it?" Maka said throwing her hands up into the air. She walked irritated to her room and slammed the door; Oprah still talking loudly on the television and shoving her opinions down the throats of her guest stars.
As Soul walked back to his mansion, he thought of what had happened earlier, the whole 'I saw Maka naked!' thing. The thought made him blush. He hadn't really seen her completely naked, the steam had covered most of her womanly parts. But he had seen her butt when she jumped into the bathtub, and quite frankly he liked what he saw.
Soul shook his head and concentrated on the road before him, if he kept thinking about their little… incident…he knew his pants would get tight; too tight for his liking. Then he would have to take his pants off- and he really didn't want that to happen.
As Soul slowed to a stop in front of the huge metal bars that surrounded his family mansion, it reminded him of a prison yard, and the damage from the wind, rain, snow, and hail made it look all the more convincing. He noted that the movers had already been there, judging by the broken windows and trampled roses. That which meant that they most likely moved his junk to the school since his address was long gone.
He slipped his hand inside his pocket and found his keys, placing them in the huge padlock and sighed, pushing the squeaking monsters of iron aside and stepped on the finely layered white pebbles that surrounded the castle looking building.
The sky above had hints of blue and gray painted across it, giving it a cold yet peaceful and reassuring look. The wind was picking up, but due to the season, the air was warm… much like tornado weather.
He opened the large oak doors and stepped into an unlit, dingy corridor. It had a familiar ring to it; most would agree it wasn't the most pleasant feeling house, but he knew it, and that reassured him. He made his way across the checker board floor and up a long set of red carpeted stairs.
It had the same smell, like dust and molding books. He was, again, used to it, and it made him think back on when he was a child reading in his father's study, even though he wasn't able to read at the time. He had always gotten in trouble for being there without permission, but he loved that room. He had been sneaking into it for as long as he could remember.
Soul made his way down his late family's concert hall connecting to his bedroom and finally made his way to his bed. He sat down and gazed out his lonely window at the sunset. It looked as if it was going to rain though the sun was still peeking over the horizon.
His long musical fingers clutched the silk and satin sheets of his bed tightly; it was all too familiar to him, he didn't want to leave, not in a million years. This was the room he grew up in! It had too many memories to completely let go.
Feeling foolish for being saddened by being in the very room he had grown up in, Soul whipped a lonely tear that made its way from his lazy, still emotionless eyes and reached under his bed. He fumbled around the dust covered hardwood and pulled out a box. Slowly he took out each item; a lace trimmed card with his mother and father's handwriting, a book his mother used to read to him, Alice in Wonderland, and his father's wedding band. He felt awkward looking at the old remainders of his past, but he felt the need to bring them back…at least once.
Suddenly, Soul heard a loud bang coming from down the hall and shot to his feet. Quickly scooping up the little items, he stormed out of his room. He might have lost the house, but it was still his in his heart and he was going to protect it no matter what.
"Who's there?" Soul yelled once in the main hall, but was greeted with only silence. Panic building inside him, he swiftly transformed his left arm into a red and black blade, a power he and his fellow weapon classmates felt natural when threatened.
He heard a rustle near the door and a loud crack, signaling to him that the perpetrator was making his - or for that matter, her getaway. Soul dashed towards the door and caught a blurry glimpse of what looked like a woman with blonde hair running as fast as she could away from the building.
Maka!
Soul made his way down the stairs leading to the front door of the mansion, skipping two to three steps at a time in the hopes of catching her. He rounded his way through the garden and out the large metal gates, on to the street at full speed. "Maka wait!" Soul shouted as the first round of raindrops lightly pelted his face.
She stopped dead in her tracks after hearing her name being called. Her head whipped around and the hood of her coat caught in the wind flowing through her sandy blonde hair. "Soul I didn't see you there!" She said laughing nervously. "Yeah right." He said catching his breath and slowly walking up to her. "What's up with you lately, Maka?" "Nothing." She spat. "I was just checking if you were alright." She said blushing and stomped off. "Maka wait! I was just worried about you." He said chasing after her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into an unexpected hug.
The two stayed like that for a while, taking in each other's sent and touch. They just couldn't break away from each other, both unconsciously loving ever second of it. Their breathing began to synchronize in harmony with each other. Oh god he wanted this so last-
"Ohhhhh, look at these love birds over here Tsubaki!" A loud booming, yet laughing voice came from behind a bush. "Blackstar be quiet!" a hushed voice scolded harshly. "What the hell is going on?" Soul practically screamed, breaking the hug and storming over to the couple of peeping toms.
Maka started laughing. She didn't know why since this was one of the most embarrassing things ever to happen to her, but she started laughing. No, more like hysterically laughing as Soul clobbered Blackstar and Tsubaki tried to whip an embarrassed blush off her china doll face.
O Soul…why do you have to be so 'un-cool.'? Maka smiled to herself. I guess this is why I partnered up with you. You make me laugh. I guess I…maybe I… no it can't be. I don't love you! I just met you!
Just as she looked up from her train of thought, she saw Soul grinning at her from a distance, still pounding Blackstar into the ground.
Okay, maybe I like you. But just a little bit! … Oh who am I kidding? I do like you…a lot.