Opposites Attract

by EliseMcKenna214

It's been about 6 years since Soul and Maka first met, and since they've gotten along. They now face a new threat; themselves. As their arguing keeps going from bad to worse, they'll have to find out what it is they both really want. Will they be able to find what's hiding in their hearts? And their souls?

5. Not Sick

I don't shout Soul's name when I get home, like I normally would. As much as he bugs me, I'm not that cruel. Maybe I should make him some soup? That would probably weird him out. Besides, the smell from the kitchen indicates Blair might have made him some already. So I walk to the kitchen, but it's not Blair with the apron on holding a soup ladle. It's Soul.

"Soul?" He turns from his pot, "Oh, hey Maka. I didn't even hear the door open. Uhm. I made, uh, soup." I just stare at him. One, I can't remember the last time he made any kind of food in the kitchen; besides cereal and sandwiches. Second, he's wearing Blair's apron; the pink one with the ruffles. He just stares back at me, soup ladle in the air. "Want some?" he finally says. Without knowing what else to do, I nod my head. He grabs a bowl from the cupboard and pours me some. I sit down at the table where he's put it. It's not bad, could use some salt. He comes over, so I leave it be. I don't want to hurt his pride. "I thought you were sick?" I finally ask, my thoughts starting to process. "Well, yeah. I wasn't really sick, well, I was but not really. Uhm. Well, I'm feeling better now." I stare at him. He's being extra super weird. I reach out to put my hand on his forehead. His eyes get wide and when my hand touches his forehead he gets red. "Are you sure you don't have a fever? You're really red. And you're kinda warm."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." He spits out, and he removes my hand. I continue looking at him weird, "Maybe you should go back to bed. You can take some soup in with you. You actually did a pretty good job."

"Maka, I'm fine, really."

"Well, just to make sure, Soul."

"Maka—"

"A good night sleep does wonders."

"Maka."

"C'mon, I'll help."

"Maka!" he shouts. He's not looking at me, "I'm fine." Ugh, he pisses me off. "Whatever." I get up from the table, rinsing my bowl. I decide to take a shower. Soul can't bug me in there. I don't know why I thought he'd be any different when he's sick. He's too cool for help, apparently. Shocker. Although, he did seem weird at first, he's definitely still Soul. I shake my head to clear it. He's not supposed to be able to bug me in the shower.