DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER
Just like when they first fought Crona in Italy, Maka felt useless. Soul had been out cold in the small witches' room for a week leaving her to sulk in her sorrows. It wasn't fair. She had just been reunited with her secret love and now he might die on her. To make matters worse it was her fault. Blackstar and Tsubaki had traded with Kid and the girls last night for watch. All of them were on full alert of any sign of the rouge miester/weapon girl. A storm was rolling into the area as Maka glared out at the desert landscape. The moment Soul woke up he was getting Maka-chopped, no buts. Hell he was getting several. One for scaring her, one for protecting her, and one for being Soul and acting cool when he wakes up. Happy with her decision Maka crossed her arms and stuck her nose up.
"Stupid Soul, no one can be cool all the time." she hissed as the small rustle of sheets escaped her hearing. Maka had taken down her pigtails and was wearing a pair of white capris with a read belt and a short black and white tank top. Blair had told her that the outfit made her more like an adult than the normal get up causing people to think of a twelve year old.
"How can I be stupid when I'm protecting the girl I love?" Soul's weak voice asked as his miesters head whipped around to face him.
"Soul!" she cried out as she launched herself at his bed.
"Ow Maka, it's called pain and it's what my back is in right now." He smirked, showing off his shark like daggered teeth.
"Oh my gosh Soul, I'm so sorry!" Maka yelped rushing to stand at his side rather than crushing him.
"Geez bookworm, it's fine really. We've been here before; I'll live and have a cool scar matching my chest on my back." Soul said adjusting his body wincing slightly at the movement. Maka watched confused and helpless. Finally her weapon patted the empty spot beside him.
"Join me, you look dead on your feet." He told her, his eyes conveying the worry he felt towards her state. Maka paused unsure of her next move before allowing her exhaustion to guide her. Once both teens laid in bed Soul held her hand.
"What did you mean earlier, when you woke up?" Maka asked breaking the comfy silence they had shared. Her face was heated and she knew Soul could see her blush.
"I meant exactly what I said. I was protecting the girl I love. I failed at that during the fight that mattered and I nearly lost you. I couldn't handle it if you died now after I just got you back." He whispered, his voice beginning to fail him near the end.
"Idiot, how do you think I would feel if you died right now instead of me?" Maka asked trying in vain to hold back her tears. Neither spoke as a flash of lighting, quickly followed by the clash of thunder filled the area. The silence from them was both heavy and welcomed. Heavy because they wanted to say so much, welcomed because neither knew how to say what they felt. Finally Soul acted refusing his aches and pains to roll onto his miesters small body. If Maka was in pain he couldn't tell it. All he saw in her eyes was faith, sleep, and some other emotion he couldn't place. With a final sigh he closed his eyes and kissed the girl beneath him. At first her soft lips were inactive then he felt her small force as she returned the small gesture. He tried to pull away, to shyly apologize but his miester refused as she dug her hands in his hair to keep him in place. Once they had finally pulled apart the embarrassment took hold. Both could feel the heat from their skin.
"I'm sorry." Maka whispered her vocabulary failing from her lack of sleep.
"I'm not." Soul replied bringing her closer and holding her tighter. Maka's face showed confusion.
"Cool guys only kiss the ones they love and apologize when the other hates it. You enjoyed it as much as me. We both nearly lost each other hell I went to your funeral! I refuse to let you go now." He told her as he arched his back and swallowed the intense pain shooting up his back from the long scar recently given to him by the woman who was meant to replace his miester. It over joyed him when he felt Maka's small hands grasp his baggy shirt and bury her head under his chin at his neck. Her soft breathing and gentle rhythm of her heart caused a smile to erupt on his face. Ignoring the pain in his body he joined his miester no his girlfriend in sleep.
"You owe me fifty bucks." Tsubaki deadpanned as she held her hand out to Blackstar's grumpy face.
"No way they didn't even proclaim their love!" the ninja growled as he flung himself from the window. The one story house seemed bigger suddenly as he marched to face his doom in the living room. All their friends, the three witches, and Mifune watched as Tsubaki entered humming and dragging the now self-conscious ninja behind her.
"Well?" Liz asked secretly praying to have won the bet.
"They didn't proclaim anything, but they are sleeping together and they kissed." Tsubaki announced.
"Damnit!" Kid growled as he handed over the eighty dollars to the twins who jumped in joy. Mifune smirked as he and Angela traded candy as for Blair and Eruka Blackstar was now testing the witch food.
"How can a god like me be forced into losing to his followers like you?" he ranted as he ate the burnt meals. For some reason witches could not cook.
