X-x-x Religion x-x-X
There was an ominous hue radiating from the TV that she wasn't watching. She should really go to bed. It had to be later than midnight, but the meister couldn't bring herself to shift from the couch.
Maka didn't notice that she was no longer alone in the room until Soul flopped himself down on the sofa next to her.
She snapped out of her trance and frowned at the white haired scythe as he tipped his head back; draining the last of the milk from the carton he was gripping.
"Can't sleep?" Maka asked after he was done wiping his mouth clean of liquid.
He shrugged and slid further down into the couch, throwing the empty carton on the floor, knowing that the meister would no doubt make him pick it up in the morning. "What about you?"
"Haven't tried yet." She sighed and without thinking shifted her weight so her body involuntarily crashed against his side.
"Ouff." Soul huffed, taken off guard. "Jeez, you want to be any heavier?"
Maka pinched his leg, scowling. "Shut up Soul."
The said scythe moved under the new weight, trying to get into a more comfy position. Finally succeeding he sighed and shut his eyes. "Why are you still up anyway?"
"Soul? Do you believe in heaven?" Maka asked, totally ignoring his previous question.
His brows knitted together in confusion, although he kept his eyes firmly closed. "Uh. Why does it matter?"
"Do you think that I'd be going to heaven?" She paused before continuing. "If I believed in it that is?"
"Sure why not?" Her head rose with his shoulder as Soul shrugged again. "Why? Don't you think the big guy would accept you?" He scoffed.
"I was just wondering. Seeing as I've done a lot of killing, and all."
"But you don't even believe in this kind of stuff? Why are you thinking about it all of a sudden?"
She didn't answer his question. Partly because she didn't know the answer herself, but mainly because a sudden fatigue wave had washed over her. She lifted her head up and grabbed his arm out from in between their bodies, wrapping it around herself, and sliding down so she was using his right thigh as a quite comfortable pillow. She sighed, his smell invading her senses. He smelt woody, like a fire that hadn't been put out, except this fire had been sprayed with hints of cologne. Not that she minded. He smelt like comfort and like home. Like safety. So she couldn't help that she fell asleep like that.
"You don't need to go heaven. You're already a god damn angel."
A/N: :O That was probably the most cheesiest crap I've ever written. I apologize for the immense amount of fluff.