Black*Star and Soul dragged Kid out of Maka's room after the second Maka Chop.
"You mind taking him home, Black*Star?" Soul asked prodding the dazed reaper with his foot.
"Naw, I'll take him. You two have a fun night." The assassin said with a wink as he left.
Maka stood in her room, scowling. "I wonder what Kid did with all of my pictures. There's no trash can in here."
"Have you looked out the window?" Soul asked, walking over to the open window. Maka followed a second later and they both looked out. Thankfully, there was nothing underneath it.
"Closet?" He asked.
Maka moved over to the closet and opened it. Symmetrically stacked were the contents of her room that Kid hadn't been able to make symmetrical with the rest of the room. Maka grinned, hugging a picture of her mother to her chest.
"Hey, Maka. We really should get to sleep. You can sleep in my room tonight; I'll take the couch until the smell of paint fades." Soul said, pinching his nostrils together.
Maka blushed. "Thanks, Soul."
The boy shrugged. "It's the cool thing to do. Just don't blame me if Blair jumps on top of you in the morning!"
Maka giggled nervously. "Oh, I have something for you!" She said, darting back into the living room where she had left his gift. "I really hope you like it," she said sheepishly.
Soul's grin matched the grin on the basketball almost perfectly. "It's totally cool, Maka. You didn't have to get me anything though." The girl blushed.
"You didn't have to get me War and Peace either." The boy shrugged.
"Well, let's head to bed then," Soul yawned. "G'night, Maka."
Maka nodded and took a hesitant step towards his room before turning to grab her sleep clothes from her room. It took a long minute thanks to Kid's "symmetrizing" but she finally found her pajamas and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
Maka lay in Soul's bed, unable to sleep. "He really didn't have to sleep on the couch… I could have." With sudden resolve she stood up and slipped out of his bed and into the hallway, leaving the door open as she walked into the living room. Soul lay, already asleep, on the couch. The TV was providing light and Maka looked down at the sleeping weapon, blushing.
"Hey, Soul?" She called out quietly. The boy turned over slightly, his arm moving up to cover his eyes, but it fell back and he yawned quietly, his eyes never opening. "Soul?" She tried again.
This time there was no movement except the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Maka's face heated up as she remembered earlier and before letting herself overanalyze what she was doing she leaned over him and pressed her lips tentatively to his.
Soul's eyes flew open and the boy jerked back and away from her.
Maka stumbled backwards, shock on her face, and tripped over the coffee table, falling.
"Shit, Maka!" Soul called out as she fell, reaching out to grab her arm. He caught her arm just in time and pulled backwards towards himself. He overcompensated and instead of falling towards the floor she fell forward unable to catch her balance and landed on top of him.
A/N: ;) Yes, I know. It's short. I'm updating daily though... so don't complain :3 Love you all, thanks for the reviews and kind words!
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