A big hello from Tea here~! Here is chapter two! So sorry this is a day late. I was so busy yesterday, there was no way I was able to post it on time. I hope you all enjoy! And thank you all for checking out my fanfic. I came back on here and checked the stats and squealed. It got 100+ views on the first day of posting it! I was really surprised too, I was just hoping for maybe a handful of views. Not only that but I've got two little followers hehe! (I LOVE ALL FIVE OF YOU) I know it may not seem like much but it's something! And if things keep going well those numbers will hopefully go up too! So, if you happen to be reading this now please tell me what you think! Reviews, reviews, I just love them! Follows and favs too ;) This chapter is from our favorite death scythe's point of view. It was a lot harder than Maka's, so I hope I managed to portray him alright. Leave a review and lemme know! xoxo

Chapter 2 . Close your eyes, Kiss me Goodnight

-Soul-

He could feel it. The tension on the bond, Maka's lingering uneasiness. She was distressed about something, but Soul didn't know what. He couldn't push the bond any further without Maka noticing. He would look totally uncool if she caught him nudging close to a soul resonate in the middle of class. So, here he was, completely clueless about what was going on with his Meister. Some weapon he was. How uncool.
Soul let out a dreary sigh and followed after his group of friends as they made their way outside for lunch. He crammed his hands in his pockets and shuffled after them. Outside it was slightly chilly. It smelled like Fall, especially considering it had rained some point last night. Soul sat down beside Maka and Black Star, idly droning in and out of Black Star's tyrant about how his signature should be done. Beside him, Kidd cried out in horror and vigorously attacked the piece of paper with an eraser, accusing Black Star of it being 'disgustingly unsymmetrical'. He glanced over his hunched shoulders and peered at Maka. She appeared fine at first glance, but it didn't take long for Soul to quickly pick out tiny details that were off. The most obvious being the deep purple bags that smeared beneath her eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, lip pursed and emerald eyes that normally glittered, now appeared dull and hazy. Soul stiffened, watching as her head tilted and eyes locked with his. He yawned and nonchalantly looked away, as if he had been in a mere daze. Having his expression hidden from her, Soul grinned at how cool he played that.

Soul leaned back in the grass, craning his head up toward the sky. He watched as the clouds dismally drifted along with the breeze. Past them, the sun grinned fiercely and let out a low, booming laugh. He shut his eyes for a moment and the humming voices around gradually became replaced with a piano melody. His melody. Something he had been working on recently. Soul reflected over what he had so far, his fingers twitching self-consciously in the grass, mimicking how they would on the piano keys.

"Hey Soul! C'mon!" Maka's voice suddenly broke through his melody. Soul blinked open his eyes and found himself sitting alone, with Maka standing in front of him. She leaned down, her bangs falling over her olive eyes and tilted her head to the side. "We're going to be late for class, you know!" Maka scolded him and straightened back up. She put a hand on her hip and thoughtfully nibbled on the straw of her smoothie.

Soul sighed gloomily and cast one last look back up at the swirling clouds. He flicked his maroon eyes back on his Meister whom was expectantly waiting for him. His gaze fell from her own and trailed down to the smoothie she had. Soul watched as she nibbled the top of her straw, pinching it between her pink lips and sucking on it gently. Soul blinked, suddenly ripping his gaze away and looking back at Maka. Her face was tinged with pink and Soul adverted his gaze. "uh, yeah, I'm coming... Tiny-tits!" Soul teased her, quickly recomposing his cool demeanor.
Well, he expected that Maka-Chop.

The ending bell woke Soul up from his nap. He yawned loudly, leaning back in a stretch to rub the back of his neck. He could feel his Meister's searing glare but he shrugged it off. Soul didn't bother rising from his seat as the rest of his class quickly filed out in a loud, excited clamor. He could feel Maka's impatience to leave, confusion, curiosity and demand for an answer all in one sweep. He glanced up lazily at his Meister to explain before he got another Maka-Chop. She was awfully brutal today. "Sorry I can't drive you home I have a detention with Stein today." Soul mumbled, folding his arms around his neck.

"That's okay. The weather is nice, so it'll be good to be outside. See ya later!" Maka smiled easily and turned around.

"-Maka"

"Hmm?"

"Take it easy, alright?" Soul peered back up through his messy hair to see Maka's flushed face contort thoughtfully. She nodded and quickly bounded off, leaving him alone with Stein... and Black Star.

"YAHOOO! A DETENTION WILL NEVER TEAR DOWN THIS GOD!" Black Star bellowed, pumping his fists.

The detention dragged on. At some point he had put his headband on to see the clumps of gum easier while scraping them off. Soul let out a exasperated sigh and paused curiously. Instead of a faint rustle of leaves from outside he heard an ever-present white noise. He glanced up from scrubbing the desks and peered out the windows. A steady sheet of rain drizzled down. "Shit. Not cool, not cool." Soul groaned to himself, already picturing Maka having to tramp through the rain. Their apartment was nowhere near close either. Once that guilty image passed his mind, another horrible one took it's place. He imagined the soaked, screaming Maka he would come home to. And not only that, the torrent of Maka-Chop's he would receive. "Shit." Soul grumbled again. Detention was only supposed to be an hour, but apparently it had stretched out to three. Whenever Soul and Black Star finished a task, Stein had something new for them. Neither of them dared complain anymore, because the thought of being unconscious in Stein's house while he cut them open was enough of a threat to keep their mouths shut for good. Finally finished and fingers worn, Black Star and Soul shuffled out of class. Black Star had the brilliant idea of "waiting out the rain" before leaving, which only cost them another hour and half of wasting time. Soul rose back to his feet and slipped on his leather jacket. "I'm going home, Black Star. Maka is going to kill me." He grumbled, grinding his sharp shark teeth together.

"I think I'm going to ask Tsubaki out." Black Star declared seriously.

Soul blinked, shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at his friend in surprise. Everyone in their friend circle knew they both liked each other. Black Star often came to Soul for advice. He never thought his loud, immature friend would actually go through with it. Soul pursed his lips for a moment, mulling over what he had said. "Go for it man. You two are great for each other." Soul offered his friend a wide grin and gave him a slap on the back.

"YOSH! This god is the ideal boyfriend NEHEHE!" Black Star boomed with a massive, cheeky smile. He bolted out into the rain and charged in the direction of Tsubaki's house, whooping as he went.

Soul shook his head and chuckled. His thoughts drifted back to Maka and he too darted out into the ran, kick started his bike and sped home.

By the time Soul had returned to their apartment it was dark. Outside the rain had become a strong downpour. Soul slowly swung the door open and precariously shut it behind him. He made a mad dash for his room, quickly peeled out of his soaked clothes and changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. He was surprised Maka hadn't come after him with a book, no, a scolding pan yet. Soul opened his door and made his way through the apartment with wary caution. He made his way toward Maka's room to beg for mercy when his gaze idly swept across the tiny living room. Soul stopped, his attention catching onto something. Sprawled out of the couch was Maka, curling against the cushions for security in her sleep. Her ashy golden hair cascaded around her face, off her shoulders and tumbled down the side of the couch. Soul's gaze trailed down farther, realizing she was wearing his missing t-shirt. It flowed over her chest (which from here, were totally not tiny-tits), across her stomach where the shirt gaped from her waist curving in and then swooped back out, meeting the contours of her hips. His crimson gaze continued down, seeing his shirt stop dangerously short over her long, agile thighs. "Not cool..." Soul took a deep breath, forcing himself to advert his gaze from his Meister. He scowled out the window instead, feeling his face warm slightly.
Soul shook his head. What was he doing. This was Maka. Tiny-tit (but after this, he needed a new name), Maka-chopping, stubborn, bookworm Maka. Soul deadpanned, recomposed himself, deadpanned again then pinched the bridge of his nose. He sighed hoarsely and sat down on the floor beside the couch, careful not to bump Maka. He flicked on the T.V.; seeking a distraction, and rested his head against the side of the couch. A sudden, unexpected touch made him freeze, however. Soul peered up, keeping his head still. Maka, still asleep shifted slightly and slung her hand off the couch which just so conveniently rested on his head. She murmured incoherent sleep jabber and subconsciously ran her fingers through his hair. Soul, trapped underneath her gentle stroking attempted to focus on the T.V. but soon the relaxing, repetitive brush became all too intoxicating and he drifted off into sleep . . .

Soul awoke, disoriented and groggy. He blinked his eyes and jerked away from the couch, realizing at some point in his sleep he nudged the side of his face into her dangling palm. Soul eyed his Meister warily, making sure she was still asleep. It was still dark out, but Soul had no idea of what time it was. He rubbed the back of his neck feeling a ache in it from resting up against the couch for so long. Unaware of two bright yellow cat eyes, he rose and hesitated, glancing down at Maka. He couldn't just leave her on the couch. Soul bent down and scooped her up (bridal style) gently, careful not to wake her. He shuffled to her room, trying not to dwell too long on the fact that his hands were wrapped around her bare legs. He placed her down on her bed and sighed in relief. He gazed down at his Meister, her eyelashes gently resting against her pink cheeks. Her mouth now formed a little "o" as she breathed deeply. With a tentative hand, Soul reached forward and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, ever so lightly grazing her cheek with his fingertips. He stiffened, recoiling his hand and turned from her room. Soul had reached her door, almost home free when he heard her stir.

"mmmm... soul?" Maka mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "oh, you're home."

Soul turned around and nodded, "Yeah." He said lamely and watched as she buried herself beneath her blankets and made a soft noise of content.

"Night Soul..." Maka sighed and grew back into her mattress, completely out.

"Goodnight, Maka." Soul whispered, watching her sleep for a moment longer before he too found himself a good night's sleep.

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