A/N: Holly crap. It's almost been a month since i've updated this. *gets shot*
I'm blaming it on writers block at the moment.
So sorry this is so shit.
:L
Oh yeah. I don't own Soul Eater.
X-x-x Framed x-x-X
She didn't have many photo's.
Well, not many photo's from recent anyway. Sure she had a whole album filled with pictures from when she was little, but Maka didn't exactly want to remember the days where her whole family was together as one.
They where the days that her Papa had made her Mama cry.
Besides, those photo's weren't the ones she was referring to here anyway.
Maka didn't have any photo's of the two of them together.
Just her and Soul.
That was until the day that Tsubaki handed her the rather large envelope.
"What's this?" Maka cocked her head to the side, flipping the paper over, trying to find the scripture that would rid her of questions. But was slightly annoyed when she found the envelope blank.
"Remember the day I brought my camera to the basketball courts?" Tsubaki asked her. Maka nodded. "I went and got the pictures made up, asking for doubles so I could give them to you as well." The weapon smiled.
So here she was. Sitting on her bed, back against the wall flipping through the photographs.
Maka grumbled as she quickly flipped through the ones that Black*Star stuck his fat head in. They were a waste of money to print. Tsubaki had obviously thought otherwise.
The two definitely had something going on.
The meister smiled as she flipped to the next picture. It was a group picture of Patti, Liz and Kid. The two girls on the outside with the Shinigami sandwiched in the middle. She'd give it to one of them tomorrow, as they would probably want it more than she did.
Placing it on a separate pile, she turned her attention back to the photos, feeling her lips pull up into yet another smile. She remembered this one.
"Maka, you need to be in at least one of the photos." Tsubaki frowned raising her camera in attempt to snap the meister when she wasn't expecting it. Maka placed the book she was trying to read between her and the lens. Not allowing the photo to be taken.
"Lay off Tsubaki, can I not just sit here in peace and read?" She pouted, peering over the top of her book, checking to see if she was still holding the camera.
"No you can not. If you wanted to sit in peace you should have stayed at home." Tsubaki grumbled and snatched the book from Maka's grasp, receiving a death glare from the meister as she stood up and attempted to take it back.
There was a sudden weight over her shoulders, quite forcefully pushing Maka back down onto the bench. Looking up, her eyes where met with the familiar blood red ones. Soul grinned at her, before speaking.
"Tsubaki's right. If you wanted to read peacefully, you should have gone somewhere away from Black*Star."
Maka couldn't help but notice how close his face was to hers. She turned to face Tsubaki, feeling uncomfortable with the close proximity. Soul's messy hair tickled at the side of her face.
"Smile." He whispered. Only audible to her.
And before she knew it there was the distinctive noise of a camera shutter and the weight on her shoulders had re-joined the game of ball that Black*Star, Kid and Patti where playing.
"Aw it's a really cute picture!" Tsubaki giggled as she looked into the screen of the camera.
"I don't want to see it."
Maka laughed at herself. The picture was cute.
She was blushing, Soul wearing an actual smile beside her.
That was the best thing about the picture. Soul was smiling. Actually smiling. Not pulling the stupid smirk he wore when he knew he was pissing her off. That freaking smirk that drove her up the wall in frustration.
She really did like it. That boy did not smile nearly enough.
Maka jumped off the bed with a sudden energy burst. Sprinting down the hall with the photo in hand.
"Soul!" she laughed, throwing his bedroom door open without knocking. He'd lock it if he wanted privacy.
He was lying on his bed, music in his ears, relaxing, as anyone would do on a peaceful Friday afternoon.
The weapon sighed when she burst into the room, proceeding to sit up while taking the ridiculously oversized headphones off from his head, pausing his music.
"Soul! Look, look!" Maka giggled, thrusting the photograph into the boys face.
Said boy furrowed his brows trying to focus his eyes on the photo that was stupidly close to his nose. He grabbed the hand that Maka was holding in front of him, pushing it away so he could make sense of the picture.
"Do you remember this?" She asked him, after he realised what the photo was. He looked up, to find her smiling down at him. His stomach, naturally flipping like there was no tomorrow.
"Yeah. Basketball about 3 weeks ago right?" He turned his head to the side, snatching the photo out of her grip. Smirking as he looked at the picture in more detail. "Nice blush Maka, was that my doing?"
"Shut up idiot." The meister crossed her arms over her chest, extending one hand out. "Can I have the photo back now?"
Soul shook his head, lifting himself off the comfortable mattress and slipping past the meister, photo in hand.
"I'm keeping it." He told her simply, walking out into the kitchen.
"What! No! Tsubaki gave it to me." Maka argued angrily. "I was allowing you to see it, not to take it!"
"I'll be back later." Soul grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, sliding his arms through the holes and pocketing her picture, all the while ignoring her annoying whining.
"Soul!" She yelled at his back, while he was retreating out the front door.
"Bye."
He shut the door behind him. Leaving Maka to fill the silence that was her now empty apartment.
She growled at the sound of his motorbike roaring to life and down the street.
o-o-o
She filled most of the time he was gone reading.
It wasn't too bad. Actually, after a while she enjoyed the silence the apartment possessed. It enabled her to concentrate on the words she was reading rather than the usual interruption every 10 minutes. And she was only three pages from finishing the book as well.
The meister was so enveloped in her own world that she jumped when the jingle of keys and her doorknob being turned broke the silence. Sighing and placing one hand on her heart to settle the palpitations, she dog eared the second last page and put book of the coffee table, standing up.
The door opened and a flustered Soul stumbled in, holding a box of pizza in one hand, a bottle of soft drink in the other and what seemed to be a small bag of garlic bread in his mouth.
"I vrouh inna." The scythe muffled through paper bag, shutting the door with his foot.
"Oh thanks! I forgot that you were cooking tonight." She responded, translating what he said, which was, 'I bought dinner.' She took the bag from his mouth, opening it and peering inside. She was right, it was garlic bread. "…Or not cooking." Maka finished, wrapping the bag up again and dropping it on the table.
Soul sighed and placed the pizza box beside the bread, walking over to grab a glass and pour himself some soft drink.
"Want some?" He asked Maka, who was now stationed on the couch, the pizza on the coffee table next to the book she was 2 pages off finishing.
"Please." She responded, lifting the lid off the box, feeling the warmth and aroma from the food wash over her face. It smelt good. "Yes, Hawaiian!" Maka exclaimed, tearing off the closest piece.
"Of course. You won't let me get anything else." The scythe reminded, placing a glass of coke in front of the blonde.
"Mmhhm." Maka mumbled around her pizza slice.
She expected Soul to sit down beside her then. But he stayed standing, hands behind his back, looking unfamiliarly anxious or something along those lines.
Maka swallowed and looked up at him.
"You gonna sit down any time soon?"
He looked everywhere but at her.
"Uh, here." The weapon held something out to her, finally looking her in the eyes, grinning his lopsided grin.
Maka's heart almost stopped.
Why did he have to be so god damn sexy!
Blushing severely, Maka extended her hand and took the thing, before she could make too much of a fool out of herself.
"I got it made this afternoon." He flopped down beside her, finally taking a piece of pizza and downing half of it in one bite. "I hope it's ok."
Maka was dumbstruck.
She held the black frame in her hands. Behind the invisible glass was the photo that Soul had so rudely stolen off her this afternoon. And along the frame, the sentence "Coolest partner ever" was etched in.
Maka laughed.
Simply laughed.
"What?" He asked from beside her.
She couldn't believe he had gone and framed it.
Framed it!
Standing up, Maka walked over to the kitchen, skipping over Soul's outstretched legs, frame in hand.
"What are you doing?"
The meister flipped the stand up on the back of the frame, and placed it on top of the microwave. Spinning around she smiled widely.
"Next time we doubt it, " She pointed to the sentence engraved into the frame, "we'll see that and remember why we're such an awesome pair ok?"
Soul blinked, before laughing.
"You're the one that doubts these things not me." He grabbed another piece of pizza.
Maka sighed -not bothering to argue against him- and returned to her spot on the couch, picking up her drink as she sat down.
They were silent for a while as they ate their unhealthy dinner. It was a comfortable silence. Both relishing the state of peacefulness between them.
Maka spoke first, looking into her empty cup while talking.
"Thanks though. For the frame and stuff I mean."
"Hmm?" Soul was dragged out of his own thoughts. "Oh yeah, no problem. I like that picture anyway."
"Me too."
A/N: GAH.