DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER OR ANYTHING IN THIS FIC BUT MY OWN MESSED UP MIND THAT SELF MEDICATION HAS DRAWN OUT OF ME. ALSO DISNEY SONGS FROM THE OLD MOVIES HELPED. ENJOY AND PLZ REVIEW
Soul woke the next morning surprisingly before his girlfriend. It was strangely quiet and Soul was abit uneased by it. Silently he crept from his bedroom to his miesters door which was slightly ajar. The sight made him laugh softly. Maka was lying in her bed facing him, her hair sprawled arounf her head like a halo her covers were wrapped tightly around her midsection as her hands held it in place. Quickly before he awoke the sleeping girl he left for the kitchen. He grumbled softly as he began takeing the bacon and eggs out of the fridge. He had never really made bacon and eggs being from such a prestigeous family cooking had been beneath them. Sighing he placed the head band he had in his white hair and pulled up his sleeves.
"Okay cool guy's like me cook meals for their girls all the time. Besides Maka does it all the time how hard can it be?" he silently mused as he placed the pan on one of the eyes of the stove. He successfully placed five peices of bacon in the pan and turned the heat setting to high. Soul grinned as he readied a plate to place the food in. In his opionion the blonde miester would be proud he actually cooked a meal he had yet to be taught. Humming to himself he grabbed a spatula from the drawer beside the now popping bacon...wait popping? Soul glanced at the pan as grease from the small strips were popping everywhere from their high setting.
"What the hell bad piggies stop!" Soul yelped as he tried to pull the bacon from their heated doom. Grease popped on his hands and arms as he yelped and danced around the stove avoiding the pops in vain. Suddenly mid jump from a particularly bad pop he slipped to the floor. Curseing he tried to get up. His bare legs were red from the many grease marks. Sadly he took notice that he was only clad in his boxers having forgot his pants in his haste to make breakfast. Hey maybe if he explained that to Maka she wouldnt maka chop him for the mess he was makeing...Yeah and Blackstar and Kid loved visit's from Excalibur. He was screwed.
"You pigs will obey me now stop popping me with grease!" he snapped as he added more bacon determined to finish the battle. But once again the bacon retaliated by popping him several times on his body. Curseing he moved over to the sink and began making the eggs.
"Chickens should be safer they dont bite." Soul growled.
Maka sighed as she heard Soul's yelps from the kitchen. Slowly she sat up and scratched her messed up hair.
"What the hell is that idiot doing?" she qquestioned as she glanced at the clock beside her bed. Five thirty; he was up earlier than usual. Maka put his odd behavior to his insomnia which he was alway's complaining about. After getting ready for school she crept to the; what to her sounded like a battlefield. Metal against metal sounded and the sound of a breaking dish made her flinch as she entered the kitchen. A silent laugh escaped her as she watched Soul dance around the stove area clad in a short sleeved orange top and read boxers with black sythes on them. His right arm was in it's sythe form as he yelled insults at the had he said offending pig? Maka didn't try to concele her laughter this time as she made her presseance known. Soul spun around so fast he fell back against the stove yelping as his hand made contact with the hot bacon pan.
"YOUCH DAMN PIG I'LL KILL YOU SLOWLY I'LL TURN BACK TIME AND BURN YOUR ASS SO SLOW YOUR GONNA WISH YOUR MAMA HAD BEEN EATEN BEFORE YOU ARRIVED OR MAYBE LET STIEN DISSECT YOU! I'M A FREAKIN COOL DEATH SYTHE AND SOUL EATER WILL NOW BE EATING YOU...YOU EVIL KISHIN PIG!" Soul snapped. Maka was on the floor by now as her boyfriend went through his mental breakdown. Finally calming sown she walked up behind the teen and turned the temprature down to medium.
"You had it to high. And just so you know making death threats to already dead pigs is a bit insane." she mused as her white haired weapon messaged his now blistered skin. Soul grumbled as he made to finish the meal. Maka blocked him by hitting his hand away with the disgaurded spatula.
"One: we don't use our weapon forms to handle our food. Two: you made enough mess to clean up when we get home today and three: go put on pants and get ready for school I'll finish here." she instructed. Soul hung his head as he mumbled an apology and sulked from the room. Maka laughed lightly to herself as she finished up the half burnt food. Indeed the weapon had managed to creat a huge mess with grease covering the floor, wall, and somehow ceiling. Once Soul had arrived looking more decent Maka had halfway cleaned up the kitchen and their food sat waiting on the table.
"Thanks Maka sorry about the mess I'll clean up the rest when we get home." he pouted. Maka laughed for what seemed liked the hundreth time that morning as she stared at the albino's face.
"Soul thanks for attempting breakfast. You did good for a solo begginist." she smiled. Soul returned the smile as he tried to eat the burnt pieces of bacon. Needless to say it was like eating play doh in his opionion. The only delicious thing was Maka's eggs. The ride to school was anything but enjoyable as Maka continued to nag Soul on his How to talk to food skit.
"Come on Soul you have to admit that talking to food is a sign of black blood Crona crazy." Maka said as they parked the bike outside of Shibusen.
"No because I dout Crona talks to food let alone cooks it." he spat. Gently Maka placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Don't worry maybe Proffesor Stien can dissect your brain for us in class today." she managed as Soul tried to bite her neck. Suddenly a dark figure over shadowed them.
"What are you doing to my daughter you octopus headed brat?" Spirit yelled. Maka sighed as she held the book in her hand dangerously above her head.
"Maka went crazy this morning and talked to porky pig and now she wants her papa...bye Maka." Soul rushed before dashing to the safety of the classroom. Needless to say Maka's expression when she got to the room finally was worth the many maka chops.