An elaboration on a scene from Soul Eater Not! ep 6, when Soul and Maka appeared at the bazaar. I know Maka isn't that whimsical, but it's fun to imagine. :) I don't own Soul Eater, Soul Eater Not!, or Soul and Maka
The girl from NOT had obviously lost her mind, that much Maka could tell off the bat. After some hurried questioning of the insane girl's NOT friends, Maka stood, deadly calm, in front of the wildly swinging butterfly knife.
"Eternal Feather, please calm down," Maka ordered. The pigtailed girl didn't respond, instead opting to lunge, blade first, at Maka's face. Maka had grievously miscalculated the extent of Eternal Feather's remaining sanity, and now she braced for impact. But the slice never came; a blur of white temporarily obscured her line of sight, and a scrape of metal against metal jarred her.
"I won't let you touch my meister." In that moment, Maka couldn't tell if her sudden-onset arrhythmia was being caused by fear (highly unlikely), the fact Soul uttered that sentence or the meaning behind his words. Her analytical brain was running amok, wanting to analyze and decipher this very moment, and her training kicked in to suppress those urges. There would always be time later to think. For now, actions would speak louder and get more accomplished.
He turned, giving Maka a brief once over. She gave a small nod and he morphed into the scythe she adored wielding. She never tired of holding Soul's weapon form; she cherished the cool feeling of the metal seeping in through her gloves, and his very, very faint heartbeat reminded her that he was there for her, he was always there for her, and he always would be by her side.
After dispatching of the insane girl, and the authorities from Shibusen had arrived to take care of the rest, Maka slumped against a pillar. So much for a calm Saturday afternoon.
Soul approached her after speaking with Sid and the others, scanning her again, and Maka tilted her head.
"What're you doing?"
"Checking to make sure you're okay." He stopped his survey and clenched his fists. "If that girl had put even one scratch on you, I swear to Death I would've…" Maka held up a hand to stop him.
"Soul, you're my weapon partner, not my bodyguard." Her mind screamed what are you doing while her heart shuddered to a stop. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Steel's pretty durable, you know." Soul didn't want to think about it anymore, so that meant Maka had to stop, too. She was just going to have to wait until later, when she was alone and could analyze to her heart's content.
"Soul?" A barely audible grunt allowed her to continue. "Thanks. You're the best." He stuffed his hands in his sweatshirt pockets and flashed a toothy grin at her.
"No need for thanks. You're my meister, it's what I do." Maka was exhausted from the spontaneous fight, and she could feel Soul was, too. But his words cut her deeper than she would've thought possible. She yearned to argue with him, but neither of them had the energy to fight anymore today.
Soul dug their house key out of his pocket and Maka just stared. How could he be so dense? He had just stomped all over her emotions and acting like everything was normal. Maka wedged her way under Soul's torso and stepped inside, making a beeline for her room and slamming the door. Feeling like the main character in a teenage television drama, she threw herself on her bed, burying her face in the blankets and releasing painful sobs.
Soul was such an idiot!
His customary knock came at her door, and his voice followed immediately after:
"Oi, Maka, are you okay? You looked upset." She rolled her eyes, not lifting her head from where it lay.
"I'm fine, Soul," she yelled, and she waited for him to say something else, anything else to try to ease the ache in her heart. He didn't, and his footsteps padded away from her door, leaving her with her thoughts.
Some time later, Soul knocked again and didn't receive an answer. When he opened the door, he found Maka curled up in a ball, sleeping. He smiled, going to the side of her bed so he could shift her and get her under the covers. When she was deemed to be satisfactorily under the blankets, he leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
"Good night, my meister."