**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!**
- Soul -
I never thought I'd see the day when Maka would start skipping. I guess I'd always expected it'd be at my funeral. But that day had come (no, not my funeral, Maka skipping). You'd better never tell anyone this, but I kind of felt like skipping. Walking down the night streets of Paris, hand and hand with her, not a care in the world...
We stop at a cafe, get some lattes to get through the day (after all, it is like two in the morning). I get mine double shot - Maka's is vanilla flavored. We pay then sit down in a booth. We hold hands across the table. God, is this really happening? She smiles at me, and my heart melts.
"Let's call Lord Death and see it we can stay in Paris for a little," she asks. "I bet he can also send your bike over, so we can drive around." I nod. It's a good idea, and now me and Maka can figure out where we are without the pressure of the gang.
"Cool," I say. Maka pulls out her cell phone and uses the screen as a mirror. I watch her fingers draw the numbers and my heart seems to swell into my heart. Her fingers, so delicate, so strong, so good at making me feel amazing. Those fingers, the only ones that can touch me in my true form. The fingers I'd do anything to kiss right now.
"HEYYA!" Lord Death yells, smiling. "How was the mission?"
"Successful," Maka says. "Me and Soul achieved Kishin Hunter again."
"Wowza! Congrats. Maybe we can upgrade you and Soul to level two meisters when you come back. Shall I book you both a spot on the next flight?"
Maka glances at me, and I smile confidently. She grins, looking nervous. "About that... can I stay here for a few more days? Me and Soul were planning on relaxing a little about Kishin hunter, ya know."
Lord Death's grin semi-disappears. He nods. "Sure, but you kiddos can only stay for a day," he says. "I will put you both on the flight back to Death City tomorrow morning at 8.32 am."
"Thanks," Maka says, smiling adorably at Death. She winks at me. My heart flutters around in my chest.
"Okay-dokay," he smiles, returning to his old, usual mood. "I'll send over Soul's bike too. Oh, and give Kid a call. He's been trying to contact you, something about his Cayman. Byea!"
Maka hangs up on Death. She's smiling after the successful negotiations with Lord Death. I laugh at her. "What?!" she asks. "Is there something on my face or something?!"
"No," I say, looking at her in all her beauty. She did have a little foam from her latte on her upper lip. I reach across the table and wipe it off with my thumb, the rest of my hand cupping her face. "Well, not anymore," I say. I kiss her. She kisses back. Her tongue tastes like vanilla-y coffee goodness. I smile.
Nothing better than coffee and Maka.
We walk around the streets of Paris. It's not the best time to go for a stroll, but after all, I am technically an ginormous red and black scythe in human form. And Maka happens to be an extremely talented scythe fighter. So I'm pretty sure we'll be fine.
Daylight hits and we stumble upon Chansee-Elyse, so, of course, Maka wants to go shopping. Well, she is a girl. She disappears into some weird designer shop then comes back out with a big bag and a much lighter wallet.
"I saved enough for food plus dinner tonight," she says. "Where are you going to take me?"
"Hmm?" Shit, she already expects something thoughtful. "Some place cool."
She giggles. "I'll find a good restaurant."
We visit the Arc du Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and basically just walk around the city, drinking a ton of coffee to stay awake and stuffing our faces with Nutella crepes. God, this is amazing, I think to myself. Coffee, chocolate crepe goodness, MAKA. I love her so much. I feel like my heart is flying. We head back to the hotel at about three in the afternoon, and Maka showers and changes into her dress, which takes two hours. Girls.
I lay on the bed and watch some French TV. It's all really weird stuff, according to the captions. Hmph. I end up calling Kid.
"Hello?" Liz says, picking up the phone. The reception kind of sucks but I'm too tired to actually get up.
"Hey Liz, it's Soul, Maka and I are chillin' in Paris until our flight tomorrow. Lord Death said Kid wante-"
"HAVE YOU AND MAKA FALLEN IN LOVE YET?!" Liz yells. I tear the phone away from my ear, wincing. Damn, that girl can yell. Patty must've gotten it from her.
"Umm.. to tell you the truth, I'm not sure. She told me she loved me last night when I was in weapon form, after I told her as a human. We've kissed a bit throughout the day, but they've all been small. And now I'm just waiting to take her out to dinner."
"Aww, that's so romantic!" Liz croons. "For me and Kid, it's all hot and heavy."
"Wait, you two are dating?!"
"yeah, we originally planned the sleepover to tell everyone," she explains. "We've been dating, er, more like having make out sessions, for about three or so weeks now."
"Wow," I say, genuinely surprised. "Cool. But seriously, what do I do with Maka?"
"Well, she obviously wants you,: Liz says with a tone that leaves a picture of her laying on Kid's bed half naked painting her nails. I throw that image away with the force of a sniper rifle. "but she's a girl, so she'll automatically want romance. Hemhem *Kid*," she fake coughs. I bet Kid's listening in. "Which is why she hasn't been kissing you too much today. She doesn't want to lose , at least not until she gets a little romance. Anyways, as long as you're not a douche tonight, I'm sure Maka will fill your manly needs. Maybe you'll even get to see that she does have some pretty decent boobs that she hides under that sweater vest of hers. Dude, every time she comes over, she mentions that you don't like them. I've lended that girl so many bras, Jesus."
"Been there, done that," I say, remembering last night's kisses on her bed.
"Wow, nice," Liz says. "Anyways, here's Kid."
She hands him the phone. "Hello?" he says, sounding as stiff and Kid-y as always.
"Hey Kid. Lord Death said you wanted to talk."
"Oh yes, that," he says, decently calm. "WHERE THE HECK IS MY FREAKIN' PORSCHE?!"
God, my ear must be bleeding at this point.
"You lent it to me. Remember?"
"No, you idiot, we were all hammered."
"Right," I said. Whoopsies. "Well it's at my place, but the keys are locked in the apartment
anyways. Sorry."
"Hmph. Well at least I have my board. Oh yeah, I overheard Maka's going out with you tonight?"
"Yeah, why?"
"What's your hotel room number."
"Umm..." I stand up, go to the door, open it, then look at the number. "263."
"Kay, well go check your closet."
"I do. There's a dark gray suit with lighter gray stripes, just like the one from my old
dreams, a maroon button down shirt, and a black tie. Plus dress shoes.
"Cool man, I owe you one," I say.
"Trust me, I'll get back to you on that."