009 : Drive

Maka suppressed a shiver as the newest disection show-star was rolled in, the animal's tongue sticking out in a morbid sense of humor that seemed last minute to the meister. The green-eyed teen had to supress another shiver as she watched a sinister smirk of fulfillment stretch across Dr. Frankenstein's face at the sight of his newest 'fresh meat'.

As if thinking along the same brain wave, Tsubaki, who was seated across of her, leaned over and whispered, "You know, he as a very sadistic smile."

"It's unique, that's for sure," Maka whispered back as her eye twitched, seeing the 'unique smiler' himself begin to show how to sharper scalpels to perfection.

"Well, everyone's smile is unique in its own way," Tsubaki said.

This had Maka turning away from her teacher and towards her weapons friend. "You really think so?"

"Of course yes," Tsubaki said in shock, incrudious as to how her friend hadn't noticed this before, "Everyone's smile is unique in the different aspects it demonstrates."

"I guess I know everyone's smile but I never really gave much thought to... I don't know... naming them or something."

"You're cryptic in my mind," the beautiful dark-haired teen said with gusto, yet Maka felt herself resist raising her eyebrows in shock.

"I'm obscure?" she questioned, holding back her slight annoyance.

"No, just in how you can smile in complete joy or either in malice with your book to hit Soul over the head. It's double-sided."

This had Maka turning back to Dr. Stein to distract her from the in-depth character evaluation she hadn't expected but then turned right back to Tsubaki, not wanting to see the climactic event of splitting the rib cage to start.

"So what about the others?" the blond asked out, ignoring the loud crack and resounding groans from her fellow students.

"What do you think?" her friend asked back with a sly smile.

"I think yours is empathetically maternal."

Tsubaki blinked a few times before her lips curved into that gentle arc. "Who else?"

"I think Black*Star's is... zealously robust."

"I would go for strappling confidence... but still I understand," Tsubaki commented back with thought.

"Kid is mostly meticulously reserved," Maka said as she propped her chin in an upturned palm before she smiled and added, "At some times both Patti and Liz have this identical carefree slack grin and smirk."

"Only one left now," Tsubaki said and Maka shook away the slight glittering she thought she saw in her friend's violet eyes.

"Soul? Hm... that's going to be a hard one since I know him the best and have seen so many expressions..." the teen drifted off in thought before she turned away from Tsubaki and to her left where Soul looked like he was sleeping.

"Kinky."

Tsubaki opened her mouth to ask if Maka just said what she thought she just heard but Maka cut her off before she could.

"I mean, how that one side is so much further up then the others and how his teeth are all jagged and just... when he raises his eyebrows sometimes or narrows his eyes it's like..." Maka drifted off to sigh and put her head in her hands, shaking it a few times before sitting up and blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

The multi-weapon opened her mouth again and was about to say something but when she saw Soul's slouched position move a little and hear a light snort (both things seemed to be missed by a deeply-thinking Maka) she decided to just shrug and let it go.

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Maka hummed lightly as she washed the dishes of that night's dinner, the rock-n-roll music from Soul's room loud enough to fill the house with sound.

"Maka."

At hearing her name, she turned around to see non-other then her faithful silver-haired partner.

Knowing that he probably wanted to indulge his (sharp) sweet tooth, she said, "Dessert's in the fridge, second shelf."

She heard him mutter something about dessert and how it wasn't going to be like anything he'd tasted tonight but didn't think anything of it and so turned back to the sink.

Not a half minute after she'd heard the refridgerator door close she heard a hissing sound and she felt something cool on her neck. Twisting at a drastic angle to see that it was a slight dab of whippped-cream, she turned around more to see Soul with the can, shaking it with a smirk.

"Soul, what are you-"

"You think my smile is kinky?" he asked with a growl as he took some steps forward, causing Maka to be pinned against the bubbly sink.

"Y-You were lis-yeeeAH?"

The reason for why Maka's sentence had fallen apart and she had exclaimed out was because Soul had ducked his head and had licked off the cream.

Face rapidly reaching the extreme emergency color zone, Maka tried to stutter something out but couldn't.

"By the time I'm done with this can of cream," he held up the can and shook it for emphasis, "You'll never use 'kinky' to describe my smile again."

"W-Why?" the blond at least managed to get out one word as she reached a hand up to the nape of her neck where he'd licked.

"Because I'm going to show you the real meaning of the word."

As he seemed to tower over her, Maka gulped in apprehension.

"You'll never use the word in an incorrect context again."


AN: Oh brain, how did you think of this up? Oh hands, why did you actually think you should upchuck it up into writing? I wish I could do something better for the first post of 2010 but...alas