Maka ripped the helmet off. Even in pure darkness, his hair stuck out, even in the dark, which only made her giggle in satisfaction. His face was a bright red, and jaw dropped wide open.
"How did you know.", he mumbled.
"You're the most heroic kidnapper ever, you know that?", she giggled once more.
"Your welcome, by the way. Believe me I wanted to go way further than just a little punch.", he smirked.
"I owe you too much.", she sighed, clutching his waist.
"I owe you more. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I would've suffocated in that lady's death grip."
She shuttered a bit at the thought. If they had been only a minute too late..
"Maka, what's up?", he cocked his head as he noticed her grim face.
"Nothing.", she lied, flashing a broken smile.
"Alright.", he shrugged it off and turned back around on the bike, starting the engine.
"Wait!", she announced.
Tears flooded her eyes in sudden realization. As much as she wanted to, she could never go back to him. She was never allowed to return to Death City at the sake of Soul's safety. That was much more important to her than her selfish needs: the need to be around him.
"I can't..I can't go back.", she choked out, stepping off of the bike.
"Maka.."
"No, Soul. I left for a reason. If I go back you'll be-!"
"I don't care.", he snapped.
"W-What do you mean you don't care?"
"I don't care. Whatever happened to me, Maka, I don't care. As long as you're around I..", he trailed off.
His voice broke into a low sigh, before leaning forward on the bike in defeat.
"..What is it?", she spoke softly, approaching the front of the bike slowly.
"It's..I-..Nothing.."
"It doesn't sound like nothing."
"Just come back with me."
"Soul.."
"Maka.", he sighed, "I saved you, you saved me, then I saved you again. We're off-balance, so the only favor I ask right now..Just..Come back with me.", he sighed in annoyance.
These past three weeks had been a living hell for both.
"Alright.", she whispered.
"What?", he leaned up a bit.
"I'll come back with you."
He hopped off of the bike, pulling her into a tight hug, "Thank you."
She giggled a bit as he pulled her into his chest.
"What are we going to do about Medusa?", she sighed.
"Throw the witch in jail, what else."
She giggled a bit, before pulling him back into another hug.
"What was that for?"
"For being you. You're amazing, Soul!"
He was glad it was dark. She couldn't see the pink tint on his face.
"Well, what now?", she sighed, never releasing her grip.
"We go home."
Home? She didn't have a home, Soul had a home.
As if reading her mind, he said, "Our home. You live with me now."
"I-In your parents mansion?! No, Soul! They hate-!"
"Not there. I don't live there, and neither do you. I was talking about my apartment. We're enrolling you into the academy."
"R-Really?"
He nodded.
She missed school. She loved reading and greatly enjoyed learning new things. However, due to her abandonment, all of that was gone now. She had nothing, not even the comfort of books. At least until..Soul..
"Thank you Soul.", she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"No problem pig-tails.", he joked, hugging her tightly.
"Wait, who's we?"
"Your friends."
"Friends?"
"Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kidd, Liz, Patty, and me of course."
"You're all my..Friends? Even after I left you?"
"You had your reasons. All that matters now is you're safe, and you're coming home. Your real home."
"I..I don't know what to say.", she felt herself bite back a few tears.
Tears of joy.
"You don't have to say anything. Just hop on.", he pat the seat of the bike.
She did. She hopped on and sat silently, and patiently as he drove them far away. Far away from Loew village, far away from the forest, far away from regret. That was something only he could do, she noticed. He had the power to make all of her fears disappear. The witch was in jail, thanks to him.
He saved her life, rebuilt her old one, then gave her a new one. She had friends, she's going to attend a beautiful school, and live with her best friend. He had everything, and he was everything.
The day she met him, he was a typical male. In her eyes, he cared about one thing, and one thing only, and she would have been right if he hadn't proved her so wrong. She was damaged, on the inside and out. He looked right through her. He ignored the rumors, he wouldn't give up. Not even when she pushed him away. Not after the many times she'd try to run away. Not even when she left. He saved her. He had the power. He looked harder than the rest. He saw her for who she was.
The day he met her, she was a mystery. A mystery who wanted nothing to do with him. A mystery who pushed him away. The mysterious girl who ran from him so many times, only to return. The girl who left, who wanted nothing to do with him. The girl who saved his life. The mystery, who soon dug her way into his heart. The mystery who soon became his angel. She never judged him for a moment. Not for a single moment did she comment on his fearful appearance, or his lack of manners. None of that mattered to her. She saw him for far more than his surname. She didn't see him as a dollar sign.
No, in fact, they saw each other for far more than that.
They saw each other, for the soul inside.