Stronger than Words

A/N: So here's the next chapter! I was a tiny bit busy this week, but no worries, because I'll be updating on weekends. Read on, and review after! :)

Quick note: This second chapter is mainly Soul's p.o.v., but still has some of Maka's thoughts. I forgot the name of what that is. I might look it up.

Chapter 2

Soul

Soul had woken up pretty early the next day, and decided to actually make breakfast since he had company. So he rolled out of bed, put on some pants, and walked out of the room, forgetting a shirt. As he went to the kitchen, he noticed that the door to the guest room was still closed. She must still be asleep, he guessed.

As he cooked pancakes, he thought about the girl sleeping in his guest room, and what he knew about her. Her name was Maka, she ran from wherever to some fields near Death City, she almost got ran over by a truck, and has the most beautiful emerald green eyes he'd ever seen. He denied the truth quite a lot in his daily life, but he wasn't going to deny that.

By the time he remembered he was making pancakes, they were just about to burn. "Crap!" He muttered as he took them off the pan and put them on a plate. After he put the pan in the sink, he walked over to the guest room and knocked on the door.

"Uh, Maka? You awake?" He said, but heard no response. "I'm gonna come in, okay?" He opened the door, walked in, and sat on a drawer next to the bed she slept on, and stared at her sleeping form, thinking of how mysterious she appeared. A minute later she started waking up, and sat up as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. When Maka realized he was in the room, she immediately became more alert, and just stared at him tiredly with those pretty eyes of hers. It didn't take long for her to realize that he was, in fact, shirtless. Maka blushed and seemed to find great interest in her lap.

He noticed her blushing and looked down at himself. "Oh…" Force of habit. Then he awkwardly said, "I made pancakes, so go to the kitchen when you're ready to eat breakfast. So, I'm gonna go put on a shirt now…" She nodded (still red all over) and he retreated from the room. He heard her footsteps from his room, heading down the hall.

. . .

The whole time they ate breakfast, Maka stayed silent and looked at everything curiously. Like a kitten. She was still wearing her clothes from the day before, a thin, white collared t-shirt and a plaid skirt. Her pigtails were messy from sleep.

"Your place is kinda dirty," she blurted.

"... Huh?"

"If you live alone, it shouldn't be that hard to clean."

"Yeah, well, cleaning is boring."

Maka just nodded and asked to sit on the couch in his living room. Soul went to clean the dishes in the sink, and it was still silent the whole time. Should I say something? He thought to himself.

"Hey, do you want something to drink?" He offered as he opened the fridge.

"Yes, please. Can I get water?"

"Uh, sure," He replied awkwardly. Man, this is so uncool. Why am I so awkward? He walked over to the living room to hand her the water she'd wanted. She took it gratefully with a small "thank you."

"So, what were you running from yesterday?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Home, wasn't that obvious?" She snapped. Her harsh tone surprised him, but not for longer than a few seconds out of understanding. After all, he knew it was probably still a sensitive subject for her. But... He sat down on the opposite side of the couch from her. "Can you tell me why? It helps to talk about your problems," He asked. Maka raised an eyebrow at him.

"Family issues," She said. "I'm leaving it at that. I'm not going to tell some guy I just met my problems."

"Well that guy is giving you a place to stay for a while, not to mention all the extra stuff, like food." He said smugly.

"I'll repay you by cleaning your filthy house."

"Hey, it's not filthy. But you can clean it if you really want to. Girls are into that kind of stuff right? It'll be like my own maid-!" He said before his wishes were interrupted by a pigtailed teen.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" The blonde teen said, losing what little resolve she had in seconds. She picked up the closest thing to her, in this case a pillow, and half yelled, "Chop!" as she threw it as his face.

"HAHA! What the he- OOMPH!" He began saying before he was pelted with his own couch pillow. "Oh I see how it is!" Soul declared before he grabbed the pillow off the ground and chucked it back at her. He was content with himself for a second, until she dodged the pillow and yelled, "HA! You're going to have to do better than that if you want to get-UMPH,"

"HAHAHAHA!" So, things continued like this as a pillow war took place within Soul's living room. Five minutes had passed with the two of them throwing pillows at one another, when things became especially interesting.

"You're all out of ammo!" Maka yelled, on the opposite side of the room with ALL the pillows. "What're you gonna do now?"

"Infiltrate!" Soul yelled back. They were pretty into the whole thing. "NEVER!" Maka stood up and ran towards him, but he sidestepped and put his foot out. So, the obvious outcome, Maka tripped, but as she was falling, she turned around and grabbed his wrist. If I go down, you're coming with me! She thought to herself as they fell. Little did they know, a blue-haired, self proclaimed idiot had been outside the door, knocking on it repeatedly.

When they hit the ground, Soul was on top of Maka. He got up and hovered over her. "Heh, guess I got a little carried away. Are you okay?" He said as he inspected her face for any signs of pain.

"I'm okay." She said, staring up at Soul. They stayed there a few moments, staring, until they were interrupted by Blackstar as he entered the apartment through the open window.

"Hey Soul, why didn't you get the-EH? SOUL I KNOW YOU'RE DESPERATE AND WILL NEVER BE AS GREAT WITH GIRLS AS ME BUT YOU CAN'T DO THAT WITH MAKA!" He exclaimed as he pulled Soul off of Maka. Maka sat up and blushed furiously while looking down.

"THAT WASN'T WHAT WAS HAPPENING AT ALL YOU IDIOT!" Soul yelled back, but then he thought about Blackstar's words. "Wait, you know Maka?" He said, confused.

. . .

After much confusion amongst everyone, they all sat down on the couch to talk. Soul decided to ask a question first. "So how do you two know each other?"

"We're childhood friends. He used to live in my old neighborhood before he moved a while back." Maka answered.

Blackstar went next. "So why are you here?"

"She needed a place to stay," Soul decided to answer.

"Why would you need somewhere to stay? Don't you live with your parents?" Blackstar said, confused.

"Not anymore." Maka answered coldly. "I ran away."

"WHAT!? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Not really."

"WHY?" He said unbelievingly. Maka was a star student, the goody-two shoes, definitely not a runaway. Still, she didn't say anything. Maka knew he would figure it out himself in seconds.

"Oh… Maka, did they finally…?" Blackstar said quietly (for him anyway). She nodded silently.

"Uh, hello? Still here," Soul huffed. "Someone please tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Sorry, bro. That's not up to me." Blackstar said.

"Heh, who knew Blackstar could be serious. He hasn't said a thing about being a-" Soul was cut off immediately.

"I AM STILL YOUR GOD, DON'T WORRY, BUT RIGHT NOW YOUR GOD MUST BE SERIOUS FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE BELOW HIM." The more sane two in the trio sweat-dropped, and thought the exact same thing: He really is an idiot.

. . .

After their little chat, the three of them went out to eat lunch. At first Maka didn't want to go because she didn't have any other clothes to wear but the tattered ones on her then, so Soul gave her one of his leather jackets to wear. Then he got it thrown back at him in a crumpled state. "Look through my closet and see if you like anything. We'll get you more clothes later."

"What is this, a store?"

"Geez… Just hurry up and pick something, would ya?"

"Yeah, yeah." She had settled on one of his old jackets that kind of fit her. It was black and yellow with some random design that Maka didn't understand, near the top corner.

Then they finally went out to lunch at some burger place. It was a nice reunion for the two childhood friends, happiness in the air, Blackstar standing on tables, Maka yelling at and threatening him to get down, and Soul laughing his ass off. Good times.

A/N: So, I hope you liked the chapter! Sorry it's kind of late, and not as good as the first, but I've got some stuff ahead for you guys, so just keep on readin'! I want your thoughts. Did you enjoy it? Did you hate it? Leave a review of your thoughts! I was thinking it might have been a bit rushed, but what do you think? 'Til next time, peace! :)