Black Eyes and White Hearts

Soul's POV

Ma...ka? She kissed me. She really freaking kissed me. Her lips are warm on mine, and they taste like her blood, but sweeter. My eyes widen, and my face flushes, and it's strange, because her small hand in my hair sends sparks down my spine, and her sweet lips are so perfectly shaped, and harder than I expected. I grab the hand in my shirt, lacing my fingers with hers. Everywhere I touch her, its like lightning. My other hand finds her hair, tied into those pigtails that I would never admit out loud are too cute. I pull out the hairbands, freeing her ash blonde locks for my fingers to tangle in. my eyes slide shut, I want to feel more of her. She struggles, slightly, and I let go, finding myself utterly disappointed. She backs away, smirking, but her eyes are black.

"I warned you, ya stupid vampire. I warned you not to take any more blood, but you couldn't keep your hands off. Now you have to deal with me." She says, grinning unnaturally wide.

"You, you're not Maka?" she rolls her eyes.

"Of course I am, stupid. I'm just her black blood, getting ready to cause some chaos!" she snickers, flicking my nose. Not cool at all.

"Oh, really? Are you sure its chaos you're after?" I smirk. Well, if she's gonna be like that, I guess I'll just have to fight fire with fire. I use my vampire speed to get behind her, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. "Or is it something else?" I spin her around and slam her onto the bed, holding her with her arms above her head. Jeez, Maka's gonna give me the chop of a lifetime if she remembers this...

"Hmm, maybe it is something else." She smirks, not even struggling. "I am, of course, the manifestation of whatever causes Maka madness. Right now, I think, it's lust." ah, just what I needed, to start blushing like a middle-schooler at a moment like this. "Oh look, the vampire feels it too. Lust is like a rash, it pops up out of nowhere and there's nothing you can do but scratch at it, ignoring the fact that it will only get worse. Don't you agree, vampire?" she licks her lips in a painfully tantalizing way, and I know I have to stop this before I do something I regret. I may look like a sixteen year old, but I have seen hundreds of years. I won't lie and say I haven't ravished my fair share of women over the years, but I also know that I couldn't do that to Maka. There's something about her, and its not just her soul. I have grown annoyingly attached to the blonde over the months she has been here, and it doesn't just revolve around her blood. It might be how that first night, she was irritatingly defiant to the last second. Or how good her homemade lasagna tasted. Or her secretly elated face when she rode on my motorcycle, and how wonderful her arms felt wrapped firmly around my waist. Or maybe it was how I felt a tiny victory when she finally trusted me enough to let me drink from her neck. It could be how, for some reason, I never thought of her as anything but beautiful, no matter how many times I called her flat-chested and she slammed her favorite book into my head for it. That night, when I dumped her in the pool, and her eyes were full of fear, not defiance, or strength, but painfully real fear, and I knew that I never wanted to see that look in her eyes ever again. Her eyes now, though, they are totally black, and I miss the deep forest green.

"No. I quite disagree. I think lust is what happens when a person cannot find love. Maka though, she has love. She has me." and her black eyes flicker back to green as I capture her mouth with mine, because I have realized a very devastating fact. I am in love with Maka Albarn, and I have therefore tied my soul to hers. There is only one more thing to do, but this, unfortunately, is not the time. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring solemnly at her form. She stirs, and I know its time we got to leaving. "Maka. We need to finish what we came here for." I whisper, and she nods, returned to her usual self. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are dazed, but she picks up the crate of bottles with the utmost care, leading my down the hall with a dazed look on her face.

Maka's POV

What just happened? I, I kissed Soul, and then he started to kiss me back, but I went black, and then...? All I remember is him sitting by the edge of the bed, and telling me it was time to go. I follow my fancy book sense back to Lady Arachne's room, annoyed at my lack of decent memory. Damn that Black Blood, what I wouldn't give to get it permanently out of my system.

"Oi, Maka, you walked past the door." whoops, I wasn't paying enough attention. I turn around and walk back, trying to hide the persistent blush that just won't seem to go away.

"Sorry." he rolls his eyes, following me into the room. Arachne sits on her spiderweb, in the same position I found her in before.

"I see you have returned. Give me the blood." I set it on the ground in front of me, and it magically levitates to her perch. She analyzes it momentarily, smiling.

"Dear me, what a trouble. You have included more than I asked for in these bottles, now we are uneven." She says, frowning slightly. Mosquito hands me my book, but Arachne continues. "I am afraid that you have included a decent amount of vampire saliva as well, so now I owe you. Tell me child, is there another favor I can do for you?"

"Well, there is one thing..."

Man, i just love writing fluff~ so, know we all know what has been going through Soul's head this entire time, and if you caught my foreshadowing, how maka might finally be rid of that black blood. It makes me cry every time i am reminded that i do not, in fact, own these precious characters, but i suppose i will just have to deal with it. *sigh* Reviews make me happy!

~Fish