Sorry this is my first fan fiction, so… ya. Anyways enjoy and leave a review pretty please?
I don't own Soul Eater, sadly. *sigh*
Soul quietly opened the front door and slipped into the dark house. As he kicked his shoes off out of habit (courtesy of years spent living with Maka and her vast collection of hard back novels) he looked down at his phone to confirm his suspicions, it was past midnight and Maka was pissed as hell.
He had listened to the messages that she had left on his cellphone, all 27 of them. Vaguely Soul remembered a message about the fact that there was an important mission in the morning and, "if you don't get home and to bed soon you are going to be tired as hell, and don't think I will show you an ounce of mercy!"
As he ventured into the living room he was surprised to find a light on next to the couch, shedding its warmth dimly on a small angelic form curled up on the couch.
Maka's hand clutched at her pink cell phone, drawing it protectively against her chest. Soul sucked in his breath when he realized that she had stayed up waiting for him.
He slowly walked up to the couch and kneeled beside her. His fingers lightly trailed along her flushed cheeks and came up to tuck a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her delicate ear.
Soul then stood and gently took his sleeping meister and carried her bridal style back to her bedroom. She felt light as a feather as Soul held her close to his chest. Her warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine.
After tucking her in he heard a small moan escape her pink lips. His crimson eyes narrowed when Maka's brows furrowed and she whimpered his name, "Soul…"
It was so silent that he might have missed if he wasn't so in tune with his partner.
Maka looked so small and her pale, creamy skin seemed to glow under the light of the grinning moon, whose blood endlessly fell into oblivion from his white teeth.
Looking down at the beautiful girl below him Soul remembered why he had felt so enraged when Kilik came to the house and dared to ask his partner on a date.
He guessed he must have thought that it was obvious that she was his, but he reminded himself that no one knew because he was a stupid coward and he couldn't bring himself to admit the tugging on his heart when he looked at Maka.
I probably shouldn't have gotten so mad, shouldn't have acted so rash. But it should have been me taking her out to dinner, me kissing her goodnight…
Soul felt a sharp pain in his palm and looked down to find his fingernails had cut through the rough flesh. His blood flowed from his palm darkly and he felt a tug of fear at the sight of the dark black color of the blood.
He could dimly hear the sound of chuckling of the demon currently occupying his mind. The little devil had taken advantage of the strong feeling that Soul had felt for Maka. He had taken advantage of Soul's brief lack of control.
Soul was just happy that his fist hadn't smashed through the dry wall. That would wake up Maka and make her even angrier with him. But the thought that any man would touch Maka that way infuriated him beyond words. Besides him, of course.
He had loved Maka almost the entire time he had known her. From when they were kids messing around, until they were fighting the Kishin, to when he had been made an official Death Scythe, to now looking down at her sleeping form. He had loved her all throughout that time but it had only been recently when he had actually admitted the feelings had existed.
Ever sense that point in time, the only thing keeping the horny boys somewhat at bay was an angry glare from him and maybe a glint of his razor sharp white teeth.
He imagined kissing her eagerly, backing her hotly into the wall… cold water poured over him and he gasp at the cold shock. But it was the only thing that kept those thoughts from wandering into his mind.
Dripping and shivering Soul stepped from the shower and rapped a towel around his thin waist. Exhaustion had smothered him with its heavy blanket and he found his eyes drooping.
Soul walked into his bedroom and flung himself onto the bed. Its velvet comforters and sheets beckoned his tired body. It looked so soft and the silk slid over his bare skin as he clambered under the safety of his covers.
I need to apologize to Maka tomorrow, was Soul's last thought as sleep drowned him in his blissful dreams.
Sorry for the short chapter. I'm trying to develop the storyline. For those of you waiting for action it's coming! Again reviews would be much appreciated. I might do a lemon if you guys want, be sure to tell me.
