Soul was not a happy man. He and Maka were on a risky mission even her father had not approved of. They had to lure out a kishin named Skylar the flyer. So they fake argued near the enemy and once Maka was alone the kishin; who actually had a brain and made things dangerous, asked the miester out. Maka had agreed stating, her solution, was to go out on a date with any boy she liked. Soul's solution was to follow her because he did not trust any boy she liked. Hell, he barely trusted himself around her! Right now, nothing eventful was happening to the fake couple inside the restaurant. Soul though, could see Maka's patience at the male species waver. I guess even if you are a kishin, you are still a man. The next series of events had Soul running to his girlfriend's side, arm in its scythe mode.
Skylar smiled widely as it looked at its dinner. Maka was sitting paralyzed, having fallen to the floor stunned at the creatures actions. Soul looked livid at the fact that this monster had just tried to rape his miester in one: a public place, Two: he had even tried at all.
Maka could only watch as her loyal partner battled Skylar, his anger rising with each strike. Finally, after most of the patrons and staff had left the food place, Soul emerged victorious and showed her the large red and black soul he had collected.
"I wonder if turning into a kishin gives you heart burn?" he mused as he sat beside her eating the delectable soul. Maka cocked her head, never having thought about it before.
"Well, humans don't really taste good, or at least I don't when I bite myself. And the soul turns red after eating them so that indicates heat or something, right?" he asked as Maka took a more thoughtful approach. When Soul tried to be intelligent, she had learned he would speak random things, hence why she never allowed him to speak during school.
"You see Soul," Maka began as her weapon leaned in closer to hear her better.
"You're an idiot sometimes." She finished as she stood and began to leave the scene and return to the hotel. Soul sighed as he began to follow her, still pondering his, in his opinion, great question.