SoMa Week 2014
By: KarmaAliceFowl009
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater *cries away into the sunset*
Summary: Day 4: It always made her angry how Blair would throw herself at him and how his locker would fill with partner requests, but when would she realize that he was loyal to her and her alone?
Rating: T (language)
Chapter 4: Loyalty
"Souly-kun!" Blair yelled, throwing her almost naked self at Soul, causing him to get an immediate nosebleed as his face made contact with her oversized breasts. Maka gritted her teeth in annoyance, trying to ignore the scene before her, attempting to cook a decent meal since Blair could not cook to save her life.
"G'off!" he cried, flailing as he tried prying himself from her to stifle the nosebleed.
"You don't want Bu-tan?" she asked, eyes drooping in a seductive puppy dog look that made Maka grip the spoon she was using to mix the pancake batter tighter, threatening to snap it in half. His reply fell on deaf ears, as she tried to finish cooking without hurting anyone, or herself. She should be used to this by now; it was almost a morning routine. Soul would come stumbling out of his room, sleep still in his features as the damned cat woman pounced him, trying to persuade him to join her in the bedroom for some fun time. What she didn't understand, though, was why this was so aggravating to her. It's not that she felt anything for Soul. That was a lie though. She felt that she had a claim on him since he was her partner. But her feeling ran deeper than platonic. She wanted to be more than just his partner; she wanted to be his. Sadly, she knew that that would never happen, he had made that clear on multiple occasions. So she was doomed to see him slip from her grasp. He was already a Death Scythe, it was only a matter of time before he grew bored of her and left.
"Breakfast is ready," she called in a fake, cheery tone as she turned around, a plate in hand for her weapon and her. Luckily, Blair had stopped molesting him and had transformed into her cat self, padding off to Maka's bedroom to take a nap.
"Thanks," he grinned, taking the plate from her, his fingers lingering a tad too long for her to be comfortable with. She turned around, blushing madly as she grabbed her drink, trying to calm her racing heart.
'He doesn't want you. He only sees you as a meister, nothing more,' she chanted in her head. She needed to get her priorities straight. She was a meister and did not need a relationship. All she needed was her grades and her abilities.
She joined him at the table as they ate in silence, her heart heavy as she continued thinking about all of the what if's in life. What if he did want her? What if they did get together? She shook her head, not letting herself go any farther down that destructive path. She looked at him from under her lashes as she nibbled on her pancakes, watching him eat with that stupidly cute grin on his face.
They finished and went their separate ways, readying themselves for the school day. She was ready quickly, waiting by the front door for him so they could leave. He came out of his room, a goofy grin on his face as he spied the meister waiting on him. She wordlessly walked out the door, the two of them making their way to school in a somewhat comfortable silence.
It wasn't long before Maka was seething. She saw the lingering glances that the girls in the lower classes were giving him, longing for him to be their partner. Too bad because he was HERS. 'If only though,' she sighed dejectedly. She tried to keep her face neutral as she walked the halls beside him, attempting to not growl at every girl that gave him the once over.
"Not this shit again," Soul muttered, snapping Maka out of her murderous thoughts as he opened his locker. Letters on various stationary fell from the storage space. Maka saw red as she recognized what they were. Partner requests and love letters from the girls who were too afraid to confront him with her around. She felt low growls reverberate through her chest as he bent over, collecting each and every one of the damned letters.
'He's probably gonna read them later and save the most promising ones,' her mind spat as she turned away, starting to head to the classroom.
"Maka wait for me!" he yelled, slamming the locker shut and chasing after her. She ignored him as the students filed through the doors of the classroom. Just as she was about to reach the door herself, she was yanked back into the now almost empty hallway buy a very confused and slightly pissed off Soul.
"Let go," she growled. She couldn't deal with this right now.
"What the fuck was that about?" he asked, gripping her arm tighter, yet not tight enough to hurt her. "You've been so distant and moody lately and I can practically feel the rage coming off of you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she spat, trying to wrench free from his grip.
"Like hell you don't. You're being defensive right now! Just tell me what's wrong damnit! I'm your partner!" he yelled and that was the breaking point.
"For now I am! Soon enough you'll leave me though!" she cried, finally freeing herself from him.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, confusion and hurt on his face.
"You're a Death Scythe now! You can have whoever you want whenever you want! Especially when sexy women like Blair throw themselves at you and you get all those love letters that you save. I know you read them when I'm not around to pick from the best!" she screamed, losing control. "Why would you possibly even want to stay with a loser like me? I'm nothing compared to the women you could have!" she cried, tearing up. He looked like he has been slapped across the face before he growled, grabbing her again and slamming her into the lockers. Before she could even utter a 'what the hell,' his mouth was over hers, lips greedily stealing her breath, and her first kiss, away. He pulled away, both of them breathless as he towered over her, his eyes boring into hers.
"You. You have to be both the smartest yet the stupidest person ever," he panted. "I don't want Blair. I don't want any of those bimbos who shove letters into my locker. I want you and only you." His eyes held a conviction that she had never seen in him before.
"Wha-what about the letters?" she squeaked, her anger starting to die down as her heart rate attempted to return to normal.
"Trash. Every single one of them." He confirmed each word with a kiss along her face, making her cheeks flush. "I want no one but you. It's always been that way. And I intend to keep it that way," he said, silencing the rest of the protests she was starting to come up with with his lips upon hers. His loyalty to her ran farther than just a weapon meister relationship, and she was more than happy for that.
A/N: Day 4 down! Read and Review lovelies!
