Soul Eater

Soul x Maka

Fresh Start


Black Star and Tsubaki left Maka with bandages wrapped around her wrists. Soul pulled her over to the couch and sat her down before getting a movie from a rack. He popped it in the DVD player and sat down next to Maka.

"What are we watching?" She asked.

"A movie," Soul said as he grinned at her.

Maka squinted her eyes at him. "What movie?"

"A good one."

Maka huffed as she made herself comfortable on the couch. She watched the title come up on the screen, and when she saw it, she gasped and slapped Soul on the cheek before scooting all the way to the other side of the couch.

Soul rubbed his face and laughed at her. "Not a fan of 'Fifty Shades of Grey?'"

"Not at all! You're a real pervert, you know that?" She yelled at him.

"I do know that, thanks," he said sarcastically.

Maka just puffed out her cheeks before getting up and going to his room, with Soul realizing what was happening as he got up as well and chased after her, discarding the movie.

On Maka's side of the door, there was a chair under the locked doorknob. On Soul's side, there was a key, frantically trying to unlock the door.

Soul got it unlocked and grunted as he slammed his shoulder up against it for the sixth time, breaking the legs of the chair that was keeping the door shut.

He swung the door open and saw a lump in the blanket on his bed. He lifted up the covers at where he thought was her head. But this is fanfiction, so it wasn't her head.

Soul slapped a hand over his face to stop a nosebleed as he peered up her red miniskirt. He was knocked out of his trance when a thick book dented his skull.

"Just as I thought," Maka said. "You're a pervert. A really big one, too."

Soul glared up at her. "Yes, I am really big," he said with a smirk on his face.

This resulted in an even larger dent in his head.


Okay! Sorry it's so short, and I haven't updated in a while because of school and writer's and artist's block, and because of the roadblock in the creative side of my idiotic brain, I need you guys to give me ideas. Please help me out, but no lemons allowed! Let's keep this T-rated.

Thanks everyone!

Love, Alice Faye