Soul Eater

Yay! I'm here with chapter 20. I can't believe we're at chapter 20 already. It's amazing how much it's advanced. I never expected it to happen, but I'm glad it's made it this far. It's all thanks to my wonderful readers. You guys are my inspiration! A thanks to all my readers, reviewers, subscribers, ect! Sorry for any gramatical errors!

Untouchable

Chapter 20 - Changing

Apart from feeling awkward, Maka felt extremely uncomfortable as she sat in front of Soul's brother, Wes. He had kept asking her asking about her and Soul. She didn't want to tell him anything since it was really none of his business. He kept pestering on, though. No matter what Maka spoke about, he wouldn't let the topic go. Then again, that was what she got for accepting his breakfast.

Maka sighed, removing the fork from her mouth. She looked down at her now empty plate. The food had really hit the spot and she was feeling much better compared to the night before. The only thing that was bothering her was Soul's absence. He had been gone since the early morning or so Wes told her. Maka didn't want to get worried, but she couldn't help it. She kept wondering to herself where he could possibly be or what he could be doing. She wondered if he had gone to school without her.

Grabbing her cup of juice, Maka lifted her eyes to catch Wes looking at her in a very suspicious manner. As a small blush crept on her face, Maka tried to calm her nerves and anxiety. She kept telling herself that Soul would arrive in any moment and she tried her best to ignore Wes's presence.

What else could she do? She couldn't exactly get up and leave since she really didn't want to go back home. Maka knew that she would have to eventually go back home. She couldn't avoid it forever, but she didn't want to go home in that moment. She didn't want to see Giriko's frightening face that scared her to the core. The idea of telling her father what had happened had crossed her mind, but she had quickly swayed it away. She didn't want to bother him and she really didn't have that type of communication with her father. It would be too awkward to even bring up the topic. Telling her mother was also out of the question.

In her mind, Maka had resolve to herself that she didn't need to tell none of them. She had Soul and he was more than enough for her. She didn't need anybody else by her side but him. Maka sighed as she placed her now empty cup on the table. She was finished with her breakfast, but Soul was still no where in sight. Even though she tried to not think about it, Maka was starting to lose her patience.

"Why did you even start talking to my brother?" Wes suddenly asked again, snapping Maka from her thoughts. She looked up at him with surprise since she didn't know the question herself. "The more I think about it, you two just seem to different. Things between you two would just never work out."

Maka furrowed her eyebrows, but restrained herself from yelling at him. Who was he to judge her and Soul? They were allowed to do whatever they wanted without the interference of others. "That's your opinion. I told you already. Soul is a very good person and he is one of my good friends." Maka curled her hands into fists. "I don't understand why you're asking me all these questions."

"What? Is it so wrong to get to know the girl my brother is infatuated with?" He gave her a big slick smirk which caused her to gulp. "I don't blame him, though. You're a very interesting person and very pretty, too. I wonder what possessed him to approach you since at first glance you don't really seem like his type."

Maka's eyes widen, but she didn't say anything. Those questions had always troubled her ever since she had met Soul. She would always question herself why Soul had chosen her and why had he taken interest in a girl like her that didn't have anything out of the ordinary. She had always wondered that and that was part of the reason why she never believed anything that would come out of Soul's mouth. Her doubts were overwhelming, making her have a hard time believing him.

"Soul has had so many girlfriends in the past that I even lost count. He would always be around chasing anyone that had a pretty face just for fun. He never took anyone serious." He told her in a harsh voice. "I don't remember him lasting long with anyone. He would always jump around from girl to girl, not caring who he would hurt or not. As long as he would have fun, he wouldn't care."

She wanted him stop. Maka didn't want to hear about Soul's past, but a part of her did. Before she had met Soul, she was always aware of who he was and what he dedicated himself to, but she had never given it much thought. Back then, she didn't care what Soul did. Things were different now, of course. Hearing stuff like that come from his brother were pretty hurtful.

"He doesn't like being tied down to one girl. In fact, he hated it." Wes continued, he leaned his head against his hand as he looked at her with cold eyes. Maka looked down at the table, trying her best to not let Wes's words affect her. "But you know that, right? You know that you really can't take my brother seriously. If you don't, then I'm telling you right now. Soul is probably just trying to entertain himself with you."

"That's not true. You're wrong." Maka whispered to herself, but loud enough for him to hear. She wasn't about to let him get her down. She had to defend Soul and her pride. "You're talking about Soul like if he's some heartless person and he's not. He's a really kind and considerate person. He might have been like that before, but he's not like that now. He's different now."

"I know Soul a lot better than you do. Everything he's doing is probably an act to get you." Wes's words were started to slap her around. She could feel a knot forming in her throat as she looked up at Wes angrily. "I'm warning you, Maka. You shouldn't take Soul seriously. He's probably just playing around with you like the way he always does. He's never going to change. No matter what you say or do, a person never changes."

He stood up from his chair and walked over next to her. He leaned himself closer to her as he placed his hands on top her shoulders. Maka bit her lip, hearing Wes whisper in her ear. "You should be careful, Maka. Don't trust Soul too much or else he'll end up stepping on you." He gripped her shoulders tighter and Maka's shock didn't let her push him away. "It's okay, though. If you don't feel satisfied with my brother," Maka eyes widen when she felt Wes's hot breath hovering closer over her ear. "You can always come to me."

That was it. Maka rapidly stood up from her chair, pushing Wes away. She got ready to slap him when she heard the front door opening. With her hand in the air, Maka slowly placed it by her side. She furrowed her eyebrows before she looked away. She didn't understand why Wes had said all that to her. Why was he messing around with her? Wes smirked and grabbed her empty plate to place it in the sink. Without saying another word, he began to wash the dishes.

Maka was about to walk away, but she suddenly found Soul standing right in front of her. Surprised at first, Maka gave him a wide smile and ignored every word Wes had said to her. She was so happy to see Soul that she didn't know if she could contain that happiness. "Soul, you're finally home." She stopped talking when she noticed blood on the side of his mouth. She worriedly took a step closer to him. "Soul? What happened to you? You're bleeding. Are you okay? What happened?"

He turned to look away a bit annoyed without saying anything. He walked into the kitchen and when he saw Wes standing there, he snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?! I thought you were at work! Why the hell did you come back?!"

Wes wiped his hands on his apron as he gave Soul a smile. "Oh, Soul. Is that anyway to greet your older brother?" Maka walked behind Soul as she stared at Wes. She wondered what his deal was. "I decided to take the day off. Is that so wrong? Seriously, Soul. You have anger management problems. By the way, what the hell happened to you? You look like crap."

"No one's asking you." Soul stepped out of the kitchen, placing his hands on his pockets. Maka didn't know what was wrong with Soul. He seemed to be in a bad mood apart from the fact that he looked beaten up. He was about to walk down the hallway to his room, but Maka grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Soul, are you okay?" She asked him as she looked at his beautiful crimson eyes. Every time she looked at his eyes, she would go to a wonderful magical paradise. She could look at his eyes forever. "What's wrong? Where were you? I was getting kind of worried about you."

Soul suddenly gave her a small warm smile as he placed his hand on top of her head. "Things are going to be okay now, Maka. There's nothing for you to worry about anymore." He told her with a sincere look on his face that made Maka's heart skip a beat. "Giriko is gone. You can go back home without worrying. I promise that he will never hurt you again."

"What?" Maka stated, taking a step back. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did Soul go as far as confronting Giriko for her sake? Was that the reason why he looked so beat up? "Soul? What did you do? How did you convince him to leave?"

"That's not important, Maka." Soul told her as he scratched the back of his hand. "You can go home now and I can assure you that he will never bother you again."

"Why, Soul?! Why did you do that?!" Maka suddenly hollered at him, surprising him. She could feel tears on the corners of her eyes. Lately, that's all she did; cry. She placed her hand over his chest while she looked down at the floor. "Why did you do that? You didn't have to. He hurt you, didn't he?" Maka looked up at him angrily. "Do you have any idea what he could have done to you?! He's a crazy drunk head that doesn't care about anything! He's dangerous, Soul. He could have really hurt you!"

"Because he's dangerous and because he's a drunk head, I couldn't let you be under him!" Soul snapped at her as he grabbed her hand. He placed her hand above his lips and gently gave it a kiss. Maka blushed, her worries and her anger slowly washing away. "Instead of getting mad at me, you should be grateful."

"I'm sorry." Maka suddenly said quietly. She gave him a small smile, her flustered face giving her cheeks color. "You didn't have to do that. If I would have known, I would have stopped you. He could have really hurt you." Maka paused while she looked away embarrassed. "You really worried me. You shouldn't do reckless things like that, you know."

"For you, I would do anything." He told her suddenly grabbing her and pulling her into a hug. Maka hugged him, wrapping her arms around his body. She embraced him tightly as she pressed her head against his chest. Soul leaned his face closer to her ear. "As long as you're with me, you'll always be safe. I promise."

She didn't say anything as she stared at the white wall. She heard Soul's words clearly, but Wes words were starting to blind her. New doubts started to form in her mind and insecurities started to fill her heart. So the question remained; Why had Soul chosen her? Why her when he had plenty other of prettier girls to chose from.

Maka hated herself for thinking that way, but she couldn't help it. She wondered if everything that Wes had said was true. He was closer to Soul so he probably did know him better. It was true that Soul was a womanizer before, but did that mean that he would always be one? Even though she and him were an official couple, was there still a chance that he go out and cheat her? That thought not only terrified her, but infuriated her.

Letting her go, Soul played with her hair before he let out a sigh. "Guess you missed school today again, huh?"

She nodded as she grabbed a nearby handkerchief. Without telling him, Maka gently started to clean the few traces of blood Soul had around his lips. How could she believe Wes after everything that Soul had done for her. He had even gone as far as confronting Giriko for her sake. If he didn't care about her, he wouldn't have done something like that. If he didn't care about her, he wouldn't have asked her out. Even though she was just an ordinary girl, maybe she did have the potential to change him. Maybe she did have the capability to influence him for the better.

Shaking those thoughts away, Maka looked at Soul's worn out face. Apart from the blood that she had cleaned, Soul looked extremely tired and she wonder if she was also responsible for that. "It's okay. We'll just go to school tomorrow. That's not really important right now."

"Heh." Soul smirked as he looked down at her. "Who would have known that the smart Maka Albarn would have ever said that school wasn't important. That's quite a shocker. I think the world is going to end."

"Oh, be quiet." Maka shushed him while she crossed her hands. She tossed her hair to the back before pulling Soul's baggy pants back up to her waist. They kept falling even though she belt around. "If you have nothing better to do than make dumb jokes, why don't you walk me back home."

He agreed, but Maka had expected him to. She didn't know if what Wes had said was true. She didn't know if Soul had changed or not. She didn't know exactly if what she felt for Soul was beyond a mere crush. The one thing she did know was that she was changing because of Soul.

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They walked in silent as they were on their way to Maka's home. Soul wouldn't have mind her staying at his house, but he didn't like having Wes was around. When he had gotten home, he almost dropped dead when he saw his brother standing in the kitchen. The reason he had even bothered going to look for Giriko was because he thought that Wes was at work. He hated thinking how he had left Maka in the hands of his brother.

Soul just didn't trust his brother. From past experiences, Wes had given him the reason to distrust him. He was always messing with him, always rubbing in his face that he was the favorite, always looking down at him. He would always try to be better than him. He would always surpass him in everything much to his annoyance. Their rivalry had no boundaries and it was Soul's ultimate goal to beat him one day in something.

Unlike him, though, Soul had finally found something that was worth fighting for. He had found Maka and she had completely rocked his world. He was experiencing emotions that he had never felt before. He was doing things that he never imagined himself doing. He had found someone that showed him the world in a complete different way. There were so many things that Maka made him realize. Thanks to her, he was able to assort what was important and what was not. She gave him a reason to move forward without looking back. When he was around her, he felt like he could be himself.

That feeling was something that he didn't want to lose. He didn't want anything or anyone getting in the way of him and Maka. Of course, that included his brother. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, his brother would always tend to make his life miserable. Everything he did, Wes was better at it. When he had showed talent in the piano, Wes immediately began to play violin. He excelled in the violin masterfully. Whenever he had a girlfriend, Wes would always try to take them away just to prove that he wasn't good enough.

"Hey, Soul?" Maka suddenly said snapping him from his thoughts. He turned to look at her. She was still wearing his clothing and carried her wet clothes in a bag. At first, she didn't want to go outside looking the way she was, but he had convinced her otherwise. "I don't know why I get the sense that you and your brother don't like each other very much. Why is that?"

"Don't worry about it. Everything is fine. That's the way we get along." Soul lied, but he didn't want to trouble her with his family problems. They weren't important to him and he didn't crack his head thinking about Wes or his somewhat parents. "He's just so annoying sometimes. He always does stupid things without thinking. I don't know how I can stand living with a guy like him."

"Oh." Maka stayed quiet while she looked down at the ground, thinking about something. She sighed as she turned her eyes at him like if something was troubling her. When she noticed him staring at him suspiciously, she gave him a shaky smile. "I guess I wouldn't understand what it feels like. I have no siblings."

"Lucky." Soul told her. He placed his hands behind his head when he noticed Maka's house coming into view. Just a few hours ago, he had been right in front of her house beating the crap our of Giriko. He didn't regret, though. He would've gone on, but he if had, he would have ended up killing him. The anger that was inside him was almost gone, but thinking about Giriko and Maka's tears, revived it. One thing that he knew for sure was that he would never let Maka go through something like that again. He would make sure of that.

When they stood in front of Maka's house, they stopped and looked at one another. Soul stared at her beautiful green eyes. Unlike yesterday, they looked full of life and color. He was glad not to see them crying anymore. "Well, Maka." He stated while he placed his hands in his pockets. "I guess I'll get going then."

Without letting her speak, Soul pulled her closer to him before he pressed his lips on top of hers. He kissed her like if he needed her to survive. He savored each and every second of contact, not wanting to end it. He would love to go deeper, but he knew Maka would get uncomfortable if he did something like that. Even though he didn't want to, he parted from her before giving her a peck in the cheek. He could see her flustered cheeks turning a bright shade of red. He smirked and placed his hand over her head, trying to shake off some of her embarrassment.

"Soul?" Maka suddenly blurted out. She looked down, her hand gripping tighter on the bag in her hand. Soul could tell that she was struggling with her words and he wished he could help her. She looked up at him with worried look. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to."

With a smirk on his face, Soul grabbed Maka's hand and squeezed it tightly. "If that's an invitation to come inside your house, then I accept."

"What?" Maka questioned, but Soul didn't give her time to speak. He pulled her to the front door. She didn't look to pleased, but she didn't protest against the idea. Soul figured that she probably didn't want to be alone. She wanted him to stay with her and Soul didn't have a problem with that. If he could, he would stay with her forever, protecting her and not letting anything harm her. She pouted at him as she pulled out the key from the clothes that were inside the bag. Soul could see her shaking hand place the key inside the lock as she slowly turned it. With hesitation, she opened the door.

She stepped inside first and looked around. Soul was surprised to Maka's house pretty clean and organized. He had expected to see her house all trashed because of Giriko. Soul followed Maka as she walked into the living room. She placed her bag with wet clothes down before she sighed. "Well, I'm finally home." She looked up at him with an embarrassed look. "It's all thanks to you."

"I would do anything for you, Maka." He told her, but he was surprised to see her reaction. She stared at him with wide eyes as if his words were in some other language. Soul wondered what was wrong with her. He had meant his words in the most sincerest manner. "Maka, are you okay?"

"Why, Soul?" She suddenly said, changing the topic. "Why me? I don't understand why you do things like that for me. You didn't have to do that and yet, you did. You risked yourself for me. Are you really serious about me? Do you really like me?"

"Maka, why are you saying things like that?! Where are you getting all that from all of a sudden?!" Soul exclaimed to her, taking a step closer and feeling a bit annoyed. "I've told a million times what I feel about you. I thought we went over this already! Why don't you believe what I say? If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be here with you!"

"That's not what your brother said!" Maka suddenly yelled back at him. "He told me how you used to play around with girls! He told me how you don't like to be tied down and you hate being committed to somebody! He told me that you have always been like that! You've always been a crazy womanizer! I remember that too! I remember hearing others talk about you breaking some girl's heart! Even before I got to know you, you always had the fame of being a heart breaker."

"So is that all you have to say?" Soul asked through his teeth. He crossed his hands while gave her a glare. There were so many things he needed to say. Sometimes Maka was just too stubborn for her own good.

"No. That's not all." Maka snapped at him. "You can't get mad at me for have insecurities. How am I suppose to know that you're not playing around with me? I have trouble believing you because I don't know if you're lying to me. I don't want to get hurt, Soul. I don't and that's why I'm afraid."

"So is that all you have to say?" Soul repeated and when he received no response from her, he grabbed her wrists tightly and pushed her on top of the sofa. Without giving her another warning, he slowly got on top of her. He leaned his face close to her, taking away her personal space. He gripped tightly on both of her wrists. He placed one foot on the floor while he placed his knee on top of the cushion, leaving Maka in between. She looked up at him with alert as she probably wondered what he was doing.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Soul whispered to her as he leaned his face even closer. He could feel Maka's unsteady breath hitting his skin. His heart was pounding like crazy, but he tried not show it. "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be here with you. It's true that I was a man slut before, but I'm not like that anymore. You need to get that clear in your head. You changed me. Don't you understand that? What else am I suppose to do to show you that I love you?"

Just like Maka, he had just surprised himself. He had said it out loud. For the first time in his life, he had used those three letter words. He looked down at Maka who was staring back up at him. He had done it. He had said that he loved her. Was that really what he was feeling? Was that the feeling he was inside his chest love? Soul smiled down at Maka while he released his grip a little. That's exactly what he felt about her. He finally realized it. He loved her and he never wanted to let her go. "Maka," He whispered, leaning closer to her. "I love you."

Her face turned bright red. She tried to look away, but Soul grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I hope one day you say that to me."

Without another word, Soul pressed his lips against hers. This time, though, he kissed passionately. She slowly responded back, a tear crawling down her cheek. He didn't let go, though. As he tasted her, his hands started slowly started exploring, his fingers traveling down her body, his heart feeling more and more anxious.

He would have kept going, but he suddenly heard the front door flung open. Before he had a chance to get up from his position, he heard a man's voice behind him. "MAKA! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE?"

Maka quickly pushed him off and stood up a bit surprised. Soul turned around to find a man with long reddish hair. He looked furious, but he was mostly staring at him. If looks could kill, he would probably already be dead. He wondered who he was, but Maka seemed to know him. "Papa, what are you doing here?!"

Papa? Soul's eyes widen since he had just met Maka's father in the most wrong way.

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