A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. You guys are the best. It was interesting to see what you thought about the matter of happy endings. I really appreciate the support. Uh. Hope everyone had a good Christmas. :D
I don't own Soul Eater.
X-x-x Acetone x-x-X
It was Sunday. The only day of the week that Maka would devote to simply relaxing. Doing as she pleased without the pressure of knowing there was other things that had to be done. She wouldn't study, (not that it stopped her from reading) she wouldn't clean and they wouldn't cook as they'd most likely order take out.
So inevitably, Sunday was Soul's favourite day.
On this particular Sunday though, the meister wasn't home, and well. Soul was bored and lonely.
Maka had been dragged along to an all girl sleepover at Thompson's mansion, which happened to be Kidd's also. She wasn't expected home until late that afternoon.
The bored Scythe had tried everything to keep himself entertained. He slept in until 11, he tried to watch TV until realising that there was nothing particularly interesting on on Sundays, the poor boy had even tried reading for god's sake.
Soul collapsed back onto the couch with a huff. His precious Sunday was wasting away before him and he was doing absolutely nothing about it. Therefore when Black*Star rung to ask whether he wanted to play basketball he immediately accepted. Anything to escape the confinements of the apartment. Soul agreed to meeting him in 15 minutes before hanging up and proceeding to change into something more suitable for public viewing.
He grabbed the keys off the kitchen bench and was about to walk out the door when an annoyed and flustered Maka burst into the apartment, falling through the door frame and into his unexpected arms.
"Ah, sorry Soul." She backed up, shutting the door with her foot, as her hands were full with overnight bags and shopping. Maka sighed and dropped the luggage onto the floor before blowing her fringe out of her eyes.
"Maka? I thought you were coming home later?" He questioned, glancing over at the clock in the kitchen. Something was up, it was only 1o'clock.
His meister didn't offer him an explanation, instead she simply held up her hands, showing him her nails. The blonde was scowling and Soul couldn't help laughing.
Maka's usual plain enamel was covered in a thick coat of pink nail polish. Not only that, but it appeared that the polish was sparkly.
"Shut up Soul. They were going to do my hair and makeup as well, but I told them to shove it and walked home."
The fact that Maka told her friends to 'shove it' was almost too hard to imagine. Soul stopped his laughing and settled for a grin as his brain registered the last of the sentence.
"You should have just rung me. I would have come picked you up." He told her, still grinning.
She sighed, picking up her bags again. "Oh well, I'm home now."
Soul watched from the lounge room as Maka disappeared into the hallway, returning a couple of minutes later with cotton balls and nail polish remover. Soul smirked, amused.
"How was your night?" Maka asked, sighing as she sat down on the couch, placing the polish remover and cotton balls on the coffee table.
"Fine." Soul told her, observing as she poured the nail polish remover on the cotton, effectively drowning it in acetone. "A bit boring though. What about you?"
The meister sighed again, scrubbing the horrid colour off her nails. "It was good until they held me down and forced this unto me." She motioned to the nail polish. "Anyway, can you do my other hand? I suck at using my left hand for things."
Soul scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well uh… you see, I was just about to go to the courts… so…" The fallen face that Maka made when he said this made him stop in mid sentence. He looked everywhere but at his meister. "I guess I could spare a few minutes…" Soul walked over to her as she thanked him. But her words sounded sad and forced.
He shoved her over so he could sit next to her, reaching to the coffee table to grab the removing material, prepping it ready to get rid of the horrid colour that stained her nails. She held her hand out, and he took it in his own, starting to scrub away at the polish.
The fact that they were sitting so close to each other burned at the front of Soul's mind. So when she pushed herself even closer to him- in attempt to make it easier for him to reach her hand- the places they were touching warmed pleasantly. Soul tried not to think about this while he was removing the polish.
Her hand was ridiculously soft for someone that swung around a scythe on a daily basis.
"Ok so I lied." The blonde admitted out of the blue.
"Uh what?" He stopped his ministrations and looked across at her.
"No. Half lied." She corrected, now staring up at the ceiling.
"Can you just explain please?"
"They did tackle me down and force girl stuff unto me, but that's not the only reason I left." Maka avoided his gaze, Soul going back to his removal job, now even more curious than before.
"What worse could they do to make you leave?"
Maka shook her head. "They didn't do anything." She sighed. "I wanted to come home because I'd rather spend my Sunday with my weapon than my friends and their girly tendencies. The makeover threat served as a window of opportunity. So I took it." Maka was blushing as she stared intently at the hand he was holding as if she was suddenly interested in how the nail polish removing was going. He was up to her pinkie finger. "I hired a couple of movies out on the way home. I thought we could make popcorn and waste the rest of the day away together. But if you're going out then don't worry."
He liked the way she phrased that. 'Waste the rest of the day away together.' So before even thinking about the assassin, Soul responded.
"I'll call Black*Star and cancel. He shouldn't mind that much." The scythe looked at her and grinned. "All done." He released her hand.
"You don't have to cancel…" Maka said, looking away.
"No, it's fine." Soul stood up before looking down at her, smiling again. "I'd rather spend my Sunday with my meister than my friend and his obnoxious tendencies."
Apart from the abuse he received from Black*Star when Soul had called him, the rest of his Sunday was certainly better than expected it to be when he got out of bed that morning.
A/N: It's not the best, but it'll do. I just got up and am still half asleep. Sorry if there are spelling and grammar errors. Just shrug it off. On another note, I'm gonna watch D. Gray Man next! No dammit i need to finish Durarara then K-on... But then i'll watch it! Have a good new year if i don't update before hand. :D