Finally updated, sorry to keep everyone waiting. Anyways enjoy the next chapter!
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Soul stood in front of the oven with his hand buried in his hair in frustration. He was glowering intently at the pot of spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove. "Now do I use two tablespoons of oregano, or one…?" he mumbled to himself.
Just then Blair bounced through the door. "Oh Souly, are you making spaghetti for Maka? How sweet! Can I stay for dinner?" she asked musically.
"No Blair, we just got you out of the house!" he glared at her with the same intensity of his staring contest with the marinara sauce a few moments ago. "How do you even still have the key, I thought you gave us back your set?"
"Oh Soul, I had a spare made, you know, to check on you two love birds," Blair replied with a seductive wink. Soul felt his face grow hot. She stalked towards Soul and shoved her large breasts up against his chest. He had grown taller and she could never get "the girls" up to his face anymore.
Soul rolled his eyes and covered his nose with his shirt's sleeve. He could feel blood about to burst from his nostrils from the sexy kitty in front of him. Suddenly, the pair whirled around towards the kitchen as an extremely loud alarm sounded. Smoke was billowing out of the oven where Soul had obviously forgot about the garlic bread he had put in there to bake.
"Ah fuck it," Soul yelled over the alarm as he ran and pulled the black bread out and threw it onto the counter. He then yanked the window open and used a hand towel in an attempt to get the smoke out of the apartment. Blair turned off the smoke alarm off with a snap of her fingers.
"Soul, I'm surprised that you haven't burned down the house down without me here," Blair said with her hands on her hips and an underhanded smile tugging on her lips.
"That was all your damn fault!" Soul yelled as he juggled the hot bread and shoved it into the trash. "Maybe if you hadn't been distracting me the bread wouldn't have burned!"
"Oh don't go pinning this on me! And are you the provider for the house now?" she asked with a provocative wink.
"I've always been the provider, especially when you were here. Now leave," Soul deadpanned. He would have looked scary as he scowled at her, if not for the fact that he had an apron with the words Soul Eater with hearts all around it. Maka had gotten him that for Halloween and he always wore it when he cooked.
"Oh, fine, you don't need to be all stingy! If you want me to go I'll go."
"I want you to go."
"Hmff, you're no fun," Blair turned around hotly and walked towards the door. "Oh and tell Maka I hope she feels better soon," she said before she left, with all playfulness gone from her voice.
"Will do," Soul said with a smile and with that Blair headed out the door. He turned back towards the spaghetti and decided that there should be two tablespoons of oregano. "This is going to be the best damn spaghetti Maka will ever taste," he yelled with a cocky grin.
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Flashback
After Maka had woken up she had to stay another week. Tonight was the only time Soul had been away from her, and only because her mom had decided to visit. She had only come a week later because she had to take a detour and visit this village in the desert. (Soul guessed now that her daughter wasn't in a coma, killing her wasn't a priority.) Nobody had the heart to tell Maka that the real reason her mother had come was to say "goodbye."
Soul couldn't stand to see that selfish bitch that Maka worshipped, that's why he had decided to come home. And also the fact that he probably he would have punched her flaky ass, and it was uncool to punch a girl, even a bitch like Kami. Maka's dad would drop her off at the house after her mom had seen her and visited. Maka's mom would be catching the late flight out tonight.
Soul decided the best thing to do was come home, take a shower, and make a nice dinner for Maka. So here he was, slaving over the oven to make some kick-ass spaghetti.
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Soul had just finished boiling the spaghetti noodles when he heard the front door creek open. He walked over to see Spirit helping Maka in through the door, and she making quiet a fuss. Spirit looked down at his daughter lovingly despite it.
Soul crossed over to where they were and took Maka's arm from Spirit. "Listen, I wouldn't want you to hurt your back or something," he said with a sly grin.
"You-you little cretin!" Spirit fumed.
Soul laughed, "Well I got her from here old man."
"You are a fool if you think that I am going to leave my delicate little flower with you. I'll be spending the night with you two!"
"Say what?" said Soul who was clearly taken aback.
"You could take advantage of her in her fragile state," Spirit whined, "she wouldn't be able to defend herself if you came onto her!"
Maka's arm came flying down towards Spirit and a book crashed into his skull. In her "fragile" state I'm guessing her Maka Chop still packs a hell of a punch, Soul thought with a smirk.
"Papa, go home," Maka said to her father crouching on the ground clutching his head. After a couple of minutes and a lot of grumbling Spirit made his way out of the apartment and down to his car.
Maka slammed the door, loudly, behind him. She slowly turned to face Soul, "So, did you make dinner?" she asked with a smile. She looks adorable, Soul thought.
"Uh, ya I did, just for you," he said. He noticed that she blushed a little at his comment. She made her way to the counter but stopped and wheezed. She clutched her stomach and Soul was there in an instant, firmly but gently wrapping his arms around her.
"Be careful, Tiny Tits, wouldn't want you to get hurt," Soul said quietly. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Soul could smell Maka's strawberry shampoo and breathed in deeply. Her skin was so soft and he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. He could feel her pulse start to race under his lips.
Abruptly, the whistle of the tea pot made both of them jump and Maka said shakily, "Um, that's the tea. I'll get it."
"No, don't worry, I'll get it!" Soul said as he untangled his arms from Maka. "Anyways I bought you The Hunger Games movie." Yay Hunger Games came out yesterday!
"You did? Thank you Soul!" Maka said. She had been waiting for it to come out before she watched it, she didn't really like the movie theaters.
She plopped down on the couch as Soul served up the spaghetti. He walked over to where Maka was sitting and set down their plates on the coffee table. He started the movie and sat down next to her.
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Maka stared at the T.V. screen. She was trying to pay attention to the movie but Soul had scooted over and was now subconsciously leaning into her. Her skin felt warm where he touched her, and whenever he shifted her cheeks flushed red.
Suddenly everything went black. The power had gone out and taken all the light with it.
"Damn it all. Hold on Maka, I'll go get a flashlight," he said as he got up. As he heaved himself up she felt the warmth from his arm leave her. Maka got up and made her way over to the kitchen where Soul was digging through a drawer for the batteries were kept. She wanted to help so she began to walk around the counter. Her eyes hadn't adjusted and she felt a sharp pain her stomach.
She hissed in pain and leaned against the counter top, which she had run into right into her wound. Swiftly, Soul was there, lifting her up and cradling her in his arms. His breath was hot in her hair and she flushed at the unanticipated contact.
"You idiot, what the hell were you thinking? Why can't you just let me do something for once?" he growled.
"Because I'm not a weak little girl, Soul," she retorted.
"But your hurt."
"That doesn't mean I'm helpless!"
"Can't you just except some help."
"I've let you take care of me all night! I can take care of myself you know."
Soul hissed in annoyance. He set her on her feet but had one arm wrapped affectionately around her waist. He used his other hand to flick the flashlight on and shined it up to his face. A large, devious smile crossed his lips.
"Soul?" Maka asked suspiciously.
"Hold on Tiny Tits," he said and swung her up so she was hanging off his back. She squeaked in surprise, clinging to his neck and wrapping her legs around his thin waist.
"Soul, what are you doing?" she squealed as he climbed out the window and started crawling up the wall to the roof. When he got up to the roof he let her down gently and brushed off the dirt on the ground.
He motioned for her to lie down and he did the same. She looked at him skeptically but then hesitantly positioned herself down next to him. As she rested her head against the cold concrete of the roof she gasped.
The Milky Way was spread across the sky, countless bright little lights dancing across the purple atmosphere. The laughing moon was nowhere in sight, just the beautiful stars. The lights from the city were all out, allowing what seemed like the whole universe to become visible.
Soul's fingers brushed against her hand and without even knowing it, she slipped her hand into his. Suddenly the stars were replaced by Soul's pale face hovering above her, a deep pink staining his cheeks.
He leaned down until his breath was tickling her face; she noticed he smelled like cinnamon. It was Maka who finally broke the tiny barrier there was between their lips. Soft skin brushed up against her and Souls hand reached up to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her soft, blonde hair.
After a moment more of the drawn out kiss Soul leaned back to laying next to her. She was still clutching his hand, only more tightly now. The two sat in silence as a soft wind ruffled Maka's bangs. She breathed in deeply through her nose and noted the smell of rain heavy on the air.
After about ten minutes of enjoying the comfortable silence between the two, Soul spoke up, "Hey Maka?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Again silence ensued but was soon broken by Maka. "Hey Soul?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Love you too."
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All right I'm done with the chapter, I'm going to try and start another Soul Eater story soon, this one being an AU. Reviews please! I'll update soon.
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