A/N: I should be doing my homework right now, but I just had to get this story out of my head and onto a document.
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The weather was horrendous. There was a blizzard in the snowy tops of the Alps. The violent wind whipped around the land and pummeled more snow onto the place.
In this blizzard, a battle was taking place. Maka and Soul were assigned to this place as a supplementary lesson, to allow them to teach themselves to fight in all possible platforms. They both prepared themselves by wearing layers of clothing over them, but the cold was still bitter. A yeti monster lunged itself at Maka and she blocked its attack with Soul, while kicking it over her body. She scrambled to her feet and taking the chance, she unleashed her attack.
The yeti was sliced in half by Maka and her human scythe, Soul. The body disintegrated and revealed the flaming demon red soul that was inside of the demon. Soul resumed his human form and grabbed the soul that was in front of him and ingested it. He slurped it down, licked his lips and grinned. "Delicious."
Maka was shivering and her teeth chattered as she tried to warm herself by wrapping her arms around her body.
"So-so a-are w-we r-ready t-to go h-home n-now?" she stuttered. She hid her nose into her turtleneck and breathed hot air into the collar to warm her nose.
"Yeah, I think we can go. Yo, Maka, are you okay?" Soul asked his meister.
"I'm f-fine! D-don't w-worry about m-m-me," Maka replied and sneezed. An icicle of snot ran down her nose and Soul made a disgusted face.
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Maka trudged around the halls of Shibusen, clutching her book closely to her chest, breathing heavily.
"Maka-chan? Are you okay? You don't look well," Tsubaki said.
"I'm totally fine!" Maka forced a smile to her face and waved away Tsubaki's concern. "Don't worry a thing about me!"
"Are you sure? I can take you to the nurse's office right now..."
"No! Honestly, Tsubaki-chan you don't need to do that, I'm fine."
The day continued on like this. Maka continued to refuse any visit to the nurse and even dosed off in class while Stein was doing a lesson. Despite the fact she was red in the face and weakened, she still continued with her classes until she got back home to her apartment.
She plopped down on her sofa, rested her head and covered her eyes with her arm. She calmed her breathing and grasped the cloth of her shirt.
"I'm fine," she murmured to herself. "I'm fine, I'm totally fine, totally fine..."
She heard the door open and she saw Soul walk in.
"I'm home," he yawned and threw his jacket onto the coat hanger.
"Oh, welcome home... Soul..." Maka said weakly.
Soul looked at his meister with his ruby eyes and cocked an eyebrow, his face full of concern and worry. "Wow Maka, you look terrible. I think you need to see a doctor."
"No!" she gasped. "I don't need a doctor. I'm perfectly fine, just a little tired. I'm just gonna get back to my room..." Maka got up from her couch and stumbled over, but luckily Soul caught her before she hit the ground and threw a hand to her forehead.
"Jesus Maka, you're burning up! Don't need a doctor my ass," he growled and placed her back on the couch. Soul knew his partner hated doctors as much as the next person, but she was sick as a dog. He was just about to head out of the door to rundown to the manager's office to look up a number for a doctor until Maka grabbed his arm, pleading him with her emerald eyes to stay. Soul could feel the heat coming from her hand and gave in to her wish.
"Fine, I won't get the doctor to check up on you," he sighed, "but one thing's for sure: You've got a fever. And you're staying home until you get better. Got that?"
Maka nodded and let go of his arm. She coughed and leaned her head against the sofa. Soul felt pity towards her weak body and strained mentality. He went to her, gently scooping her up in his arms and took her to her room.
"Well, first things first is to get you changed and put you to bed for today." Soul placed Maka on her bed and looked around her bedroom. "Where's Blair?"
"She's not home," Maka murmured and attempted to unbutton her jacket.
Soul cursed. "Damn it, just when I needed some female help she's not around. Just great."
Soul saw Maka struggle with her unbuttoning and moved in to help her. Maka, although flushed, blushed with embarrassment and allowed her partner unbutton the last of the buttons and pulled the black cloth off of her body.
"You can get yourself dressed, right?" Soul asked and Maka nodded once, not looking him in the eye.
Soul was confused. "What are you blushing about? You haven't got any important body parts yet so don't get so embarr- OW!"
Maka, infuriated at his blunt comment, smacked the top of Soul's skull with her heavy book and glared at him. "Shut up, stupid!"
Soul rubbed his cranium and winced. "Ow... You didn't have to hit me!"
Maka dropped the book to the floor and went into a coughing fit. Soul didn't finish his comment and just straightened himself out. "Okay, then you just get changed and stay in bed for the rest of the day. And call me when you need me, alright?"
"Okay," Maka murmured softly and Soul left her room, still rubbing his head.
Maka slowly changed into her pajamas and let her long hair down. She went into her bathroom and washed her face, dried it clean and went to her bed. She dropped her head onto her pillow and pulled the covers over her, then kicked it off her body after a few seconds. She pulled it over her again, left it on for a good minute then kicked the blanket off again. She felt shivers when it was off and heat when it was on. She pulled the pillow to her face and screamed into it with frustration.
This was going to be a difficult fever.
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Every so often, Soul would come into Maka's room and put a cool, wet towel on her forehead. Maka protested at Soul when he suggested to clean the sweat off of Maka's body with a towel and he soon gave up on her after getting a Maka Chop. Soul had gotten minimal demands from his meister, like getting her some water or a book from the living room. But all in all, he didn't mind it as long as his meister was ill. He just wanted to please her as much as he could.
As day turned into night, Soul was tired. He was on the couch staring into space and his stomach suddenly growled. Loudly.
"Damn... since Maka's sick we won't have dinner for tonight..."
Despite the fact that Soul could perfectly cook himself a meal, he liked Maka's cooking better. A depressed aura clouded over Soul and his stomach growled even more.
"Dammit."
Ding dong~
He heard the doorbell ring. It ranged a few more times until it moved to impatient knocks to the door.
"SOUL! OPEN UP! IT'S ME, THE GREAT BLACK STAR HAS COME TO GREET YOU WITH MY GREATNESS!"
Soul stiffened with irritation. "God, as if this wasn't bad enough..."
He dusted himself off and went to the door. He opened it and saw the blue haired "assassin" grinning with Tsubaki right behind him holding a package.
"What are you guys doing here?" Soul eyed the clothed package with great interest. "What's in the bag?"
Tsubaki smiled. "Some food that I cooked for you and Maka-chan since she can't do the cooking for you two tonight. Please enjoy them."
Soul took the package from Tsubaki's possession and thanked her. The clothed bag was still warm.
Black Star elbowed Soul in the stomach. "Ey ey, tell Maka I was here. We're gonna get going now. We got a supplementary lesson to go to and I, Black Star, will accomplish this task and get Tsubaki some demon souls! Ja~!"
Black Star left just as quickly as when he arrived and Tsubaki bowed to Soul. "Give my regards to Maka-chan, Soul-kun. Goodbye for now." Tsubaki chased after her meister and Soul was left standing at the door way holding Tsubaki's generous donation.
Soul heard his stomach growl. "Well, at least I won't go hungry tonight."
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Maka heard the door bell ring, door knocks, and murmuring. Curious at what the noise was about, Maka pulled the covers from herself and slipped her feet into her slippers. She got up, stumbled a little from the sudden rush of dizziness, but regained her posture. She slid her feet on the floor and wretched open her bedroom door, only to find unwrapping a package.
"Oi, Maka." Maka's head jerked up from the sound of her name. "Tsubaki dropped by and brought us dinner. You hungry?"
"She did?" Maka was relieved. At least Soul didn't have to skip a night of dinner this time. She felt her stomach growl softly. She blushed and placed a hand on her tummy. Soul didn't notice Maka and her slight hunger, to her relief.
"No, not really," she lied.
Soul unwrapped the package on the table and in it was two square bento boxes. He picked the lid from one of the boxes and looked at the contents. It had fried omelet, pickled vegetables, roasted salmon, shrimp and cucumber tempura and rice.
"Ohh... what a nice dinner she made us." He glanced at Maka and waved her away. "Go back to your room, I'll come in with some tea in a bit."
Maka pouted and reluctantly went back to her bed.
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After ten minutes of gorging himself of Tsubaki's cooking, Soul prepared some hot jasmine tea for his meister. He placed the teapot and cup into a tray and brought the tea into Maka's room.
Maka sat on her bed with a pillow propped up against her back to cushion it. She had the blanket over the lower part of her body. She looked a little better for resting most of the time, but she still could feel chills and heat spasms every so often.
"Tea's ready," Soul said and placed the tray on top of Maka's beside table. He poured the tea into the cup and handed it to Maka's hands.
"Thanks," she said and sipped from the cup. She could feel her fever going down a bit when she drank the liquid, and she could finally breathe a little easier. Soul sat down on her bed and sighed.
"You know, if it wasn't for that stupid trip to the Alps, you wouldn't have gotten sick. And if you didn't get sick, it wouldn't have been such a hassle. You're such a handful, you know that?"
Maka pouted. "Don't complain, you wanted to take care of me anyway. If you don't like it then don't, I can manage even if I'm sick."
"It's not that I don't like it," Soul replied and looked at her over his shoulder. "I actually don't mind taking care of you."
Maka and Soul looked at each other for a moment, smiled and then they burst into laughter. They laughed with each other with good intentions and they felt all that stress leave their system.
Maka wiped the tears from her eyes when they quieted down. "Hey Soul..." she murmured and looked at her cupped hands in front of her.
"Hm?"
"Can you... um..."
"What?" Soul was getting curious.
Maka swallowed. "Can you play the piano for me?"
Soul blinked at her and scratched his head awkwardly. "I can, but why?"
Maka played around with her thumbs. "Well, I thought that if you played a song for me I think I'll feel a lot better. Please Soul? Just this once?"
Soul couldn't say no to his meister when she was making a cute puppy face at him. He sighed and got up from her bed. "If it'll make you feel better, then okay."
Maka was glad and the look on her face was proof of her joy. Soul helped her into the couch of the living room and brought a blanket from her room for his meister. Satisfied that his partner was now comfortable, Soul sat down on the polished seat and slid the cover away from the ebony keys of the piano. His fingers fluttered above the white and black keys and his feet found the pedals of the instrument. A moment of silence took over, but it ended when Soul tapped the keys and played.
It was a sweet but dark piece. A classical tune altered to suit Soul's preferred taste. It was slow, but deep. Maka closed her eyes and remembered back in the time when she and Soul first met. He was playing the exact same tune as he was now.
[Flashback]
Maka came into the dark room and saw a white-haired boy in front of a piano. He grinned and had his hands over the keys.
"This is the kind of person I am," he suddenly said and played the piano.
The tune was dark, but sweet at the same time. It was weird too, but Maka thought that it fit the atmosphere anyway.
The boy stopped playing and wheeled around to face her, with the same grin on his face, and red eyes staring into her green ones. "My name is Soul Eater Evans," he said and held out a hand. "And I've been waiting for you for a while now."
Maka was confused, yet had the same feeling, but nonetheless she placed her own hand into his. "Maka," she replied with a smile. "Maka Albarn."
[End Flashback]
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Soul continued his piece until he noticed that Maka had fallen asleep. He stopped and walked over to see that his meister was leaning perfectly still against the sofa, her head tilted sideways. He was about to pull the blanket over her and suddenly stopped when he heard her mumble in her sleep.
"Thank you, Soul..."
Then, Maka snored softly in her peaceful sleep. Soul smiled at her and gently covered her in her blanket.
Soul was satisfied that he had put his meister into a peaceful sleep. He had always hesitated from playing the piano every time she asked in the beginning, but that was when she wanted everyone to hear him play it. Now that it was for Maka, and that she asked it to be played just for her, he didn't mind playing it. Besides, that tune was meant for her and for her only in the first place. It was his song made especially for her. He couldn't deny her the request this time.
Soul sat down beside her, carefully move her head to lie on his shoulder and starred off into the ceiling, drowsiness overcoming him as well. He was happy though, even though it was a hectic day, but when he saw his meister satisfied, he couldn't help but feel he had done his job.
"No problem," he whispered and closed his eyes. "Good night, Maka."
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The sun's rays shone through the window of the living room and illuminated the area. Maka's eyes slowly fluttered open and she explored the brightness of the living room. Her eyes fixed itself on the clock: it read 7AM. Maka felt something firm on the right side of her head and slowly turned to look at what she was lying on.
It was Soul, and he was sound asleep too. Maka blinked a few times to register the moment into her brain and blushed bright red. And also felt a little bit of guilt and embarrassment.
Had Soul stayed up the whole night for her to keep her comfortable? And did she say anything in her sleep that would allow Soul to hold it against her? She was really fidgeting over it.
Her movements caused Soul to groan and wake up as well. "Ah, what time is it...?" he murmured tiredly.
Maka panicked. "I'm sorry I woke you up! Did I interrupt you on anything?"
Soul rubbed his eyes and yawned. "No, not really. Are you feeling any better?"
Maka blinked for a moment and then smiled. "Yeah! Much better. It's like the fever's almost gone..."
Soul put a hand on her forehead and then to his. "Looks like you are. Just a little bit of the fever left, but otherwise you're fine."
Maka giggle. She leaned against his arm and held Soul's hand with hers.
"Hey Soul, thanks for playing your song for me."
He blushed madly. "N-no problem," he stammered.
Maka turned to face him. "Soul... Let's skip classes for today."
Soul's mouth was hanging open. "What! Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah. Besides," she placed her hand on Soul's forehead. He was flushed and completely red. "I think you caught my fever. I think it's time for me that I take care of you."
Soul nodded blankly and Maka got off the couch, fresh with new energy. "So, let me cook you some breakfast and then we'll stay at home then, okay?"
Soul was tired. He felt chills, but it wasn't from the fever. It was from Maka's touch and kindness. Soul couldn't help but smile at his newly recovered meister and leaned back on the couch. He could use the TLC treatment anyway.
"Sure, I can work with that."
The End.
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A/N: Wow, to tell you the truth that was a pretty fluffy ending. But I liked it anyway, and we all know Soul and Maka are meant for each other. After a couple of hours invested into this story, I'm pretty satisfied with it. Well anyway, I hope you liked it. Review it and all that jazz~