**Hey guys! This will be my first FanFic so go easy on me. But I'm also trying to improve as a writer so criticism will be helpful!
Soul Eater is not mine!**
- Maka -
I wake up with the feel of dry spit in my mouth, a horrible headache, and a warm body pressed against mine. Normally I'd freak out, but I can sense Soul's, well, Soul, so I enjoy it. I rub my eyes with my fists and he reacts instantly. He must've been awake, but to afraid of waking me to move.
"Erg, I feel like crap," I say. "What happened last night?" I glance at the alarm clock. "Shit, we slept through school, its like 4pm!"
"Correction," Soul says, standing up and pulling on his shirt. God, what happened?! "You did. I was awake about an hour or so ago, I guess. Last night? Well... basically, you got drunk, Tsubaki and Black Star fell asleep on each other, and the last time I saw Liz and Kid, they were making out."
"Wow, I don't remember any of that," I say, sitting up. I look down at myself - I'm shirtless, in my hot pink bra, and wearing an old pair of Soul's boxers. I blush. He must've had to undress me last night. I'm not sure if I should find this creepy or what. But it's Soul, my partner, my first true crush, the only person who could truly ever understand me. So I decide it's not.
I sit up, but automatically feel sick, so I run to the bathroom and puke. Eww. When I walk back into my room, Soul is gone. I wander over to the kitchen, squinting and feeling dizzy. He's making me breakfast/lunch/whatever you eat at four pm. I sit down and twiddle with my fingers.
"So.. what else happened last night?"
He stiffens a little and concentrates on the toaster. "Well, we were playing truth or dare, and we ended up making out, too.."
Awkward.
"Then you ended up stripping..."
Double awkward.
"And so I drove you home and got you ready for bed, but you wanted to learn guitar.."
"And?"
"And we also ended up making out."
Triple awkward.
"After I sang you a song about how I loved you."
Too much awkward to keep track off. I change the topic. "Shit, seven missed calls from Lord Death," I say, wobbling over to the mirror in our living room. I breath on the mirror to create fog, then draw 42-42-564 on the surface with my finger. Soul walks over while it's ringing. Just feeling his body being close to mine makes me blush furiously.
"Soul! Maka!" Lord Death squeaks enthusiastically, giving us a huge peace sign. "Thanks for calling me back. Where were you two during school? Never mind that, I can see Maka is flushed and must not be feeling very well." Soul glances at me blushing and blushes too. "Soul too, it seems," Death remarks. "Anyways, you two have a new extra lesson to make up for today! How does Paris sound to you two?"
I gratefully pull down me and Soul's duffel bag from the overhead apartment in the plane. The ride had been long and awkward and ended with me sleeping on Soul's shoulder. I need to work on that. Me and Soul slowly make our way out of the plane and wander through the French International Airport. We stop and get some croissants and hot chocolate with some of the euros Lord Death had given us. Then we catch a bus into the city and get super lost until a nice French person shows us to our hotel.
"Phew," I say, throwing myself onto our bed. "I'm wiped."
"Me too, but we still have to track down that Kishin soul," Soul points out.
I yawn and nod. He takes pity on me that I don't really want. "I'll take a shower and order some food, you can crash if you want to," he says. "I'll wake you up when it's time," he adds quickly. I don't really want to seem weak and take up his offer, but I end up curling up and trying to sleep while I hear him turn on the shower. I imagine him stripping off his clothes... his muscular chest, his square shoulders, him...
I tell my brain to shut up and fall asleep.
Soul shakes me awake at about twelve pm and hands me a sandwhich. "Eat up, it's time for Kishin hunting." I stuff the sandwich in my mouth, stand up, pull on my trench coat, and dig around in my duffel bag for my gloves. I force myself to swallow it all and then pull on my gloves. I also put on some socks and slide on my boots, then tighten them. Soul watches me do this, but looks away when I turn my gaze to him.
"Let's whip some Kishin ass," I say. We walk out of our room together and hit the dark streets of Paris, the city of love.
I send out my soul length, then hold my hand out to catch Soul in his scythe form. Then I start running down the twisty, cobble stone streets of the ancient city. I feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. My soul feels so close to Soul. Its thrilling, but I don't want to admit it to myself. Concentrate, I think to myself, making a few quick turns, following my senses towards the Kishin's evilness.
I stop a few minutes later, catching my breath and hearing my pants echo off the steep alley walls. "Where is it?" Soul asks. I glance at the blade and wish that I wasn't as distracted as I was by his bare chest.
"I'm not sure, I know it's close though," I say. I turn my head away from him. FOCUS! I scream at myself. I hear a gurgling sound coming at my left side. I twirl and bring Soul down in a diagonal sweep strike, to defend my side.
The Kishin is barely human anymore. It's grown to nearly eight feet tall, from all the human souls it's consumed. It's not fat, just, well, heavy-looking. I'd guess about three hundred or so pounds? Its skin is grey-purple, and disgusting. In some places, it's liquidy, and almost boiling. Other parts used to be liquidy but seemed to have dried over, like scabs. The Kishin reaches over and scratches one with long, disgusting nails. The skin flakes off, leaving a disgusting smell in the air.
"Kishin spirit! You have strayed from the path of human goodness! You will be defeated," I say, spinning Soul through the air so that the tip of his blade is right at the Kishin's neck.
"And your soul will be mine," Soul says. I can almost hear him licking his lips. The Kishin grins and points at me.
"Your soul looks delicious," he informs me, before attacking. I'm caught off guard - after all, I was kind of holding a blade to his through, so attacking wasn't really a reaction I was expecting. I jump back and swing Soul around, feeling his blade sink deep into the Kishin's side. I pull Soul out, smiling. That was easy.
The Kishin also smiles, then keeps advancing. What?! This was supposed to be just a normal human Kishin egg! That blow should've killed it! I jump backwards again and attack with a downwards sweep, then a quick zigzag. Soul's blade slows down when I cut through the skin, but nothing else happens.
"Soul!" I shout, gritting my teeth but holding my ground against the Kishin. "Soul resonance!"
The usual adrenaline rush goes flaming through me as I feel him and me becoming one. But this time..
Soul falls to the ground, clattering and echoing in the alley. I also fall to my knees, clutching my hands. OW! What happened?!
The Kishin laughs, and I glare at him. Soul transforms into human form then grabs me by the wrist and starts towing me away through the streets of Paris. I shake him off me and follow him up a fire escape to the roof tops. We run across the buildings, jumping to others, then stop, panting, far away from the alley with the Kishin.
"The heck happened, Maka?!" Soul pants. I lean over and put my hands on my knees, breathing hard.
"I don't know!" I say.
"We still need to get the Kishin," he says, "But we obviously can't do it without at least Witch Hunter, maybe even Genie Hunter. You need to get your act together!"
I sit down, crying silently. What is up with me?!
Soul sits next to me, and hugs me close to him. We sit there for a while.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault," I say, sobbing. "I don't know what happened."
"I think I do," Soul says.
"What?"
"I think you're scared. I think you're scared of accepting me as more than a friend. I think you're scared of being with me. I think you're scared that you'll ruin our friendship, if not our partnership. You're afraid I won't love you back. And so you were scared of connecting with me then." He laughs quietly. "Does that make sense?"
"Y-yes," I say, rubbing my face off on my coat. I chuckle nervously.
"Well, let's get a few things straight," he says, adjusting us so that we are sitting face to face. My hands are in his. "Our friendship... well, it's not ruined," he states thoughtfully. "But even if we go back now, it will be very different. I'm sure we could work it out. But I don't want to go back to being just friends. Maka, you don't have to be afraid. I love you. I love you so much, it hurts. I'd do anything to be with you. I'd go back to being just friends for you, if that's what you want. I wouldn't like it, but I'd do it. Maka, you don't have to be afraid. I will always be here for you." His fingers leave mine and he tips my chin up so I'm looking him in the eye.
He kisses me. Not on the lips, but on the cheek. I sigh, squeeze his hand, then lead him off the roof with me.
"Time to whip some Kishin ass," I say. He laughs.
"There's my Maka! Let's do this," he says, then transforms. I catch him. He feels perfect in my grip. I smile and lightly kiss the handle of my weapon, my soul, my one and only love.
"Soul?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
"Little girlie, where are you?" I hear the Kishin murmur. "I want to eat your delicious soul!" I shudder. Disgusting.
Me and Soul are perched on a balcony in another alley. The Kishin is below us. He must've sensed us, but he couldn't find us. Let's go, Soul says in my mind. I take a deep, calming breath then leap down from the balcony, feeling my coat fly out behind me. I land squarely on the Kishin's back, and hear him yell in pain.
He'd already absorbed all my impact, so I just kicked off the back of his head, did a flip, and landed in front of him. "LET'S GO, SOUL RESONANCE!" I yell. I feel the usual electrifying sense of me and Soul becoming one. This time it happens much faster and smoother that normal. I feel so much more power. I feel him. I feel me. I feel.. amazing. Strong. Unbeatable.
"Kishin HUNTER!" I yell, kicking off of the cobble stones and into the air. Soul transforms into a jagged blade, lighting up the sky with sheer power. Our soul lengths are almost blinding, and are almost as big as, well, my mother's and father's. I smash Soul's blade downwards and straight into the body of the Kishin. He screams and dissolves within a millisecond. I land lightly in a crouch, balancing Soul on my back. I stand up and he transforms back into his human form.
Normally he goes straight to the soul and eats it.
This time, he comes to me, and kisses me, on the lips.
I kiss back, with everything I have.