Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry its been so long since the last chapter, but I've been on a bit of a writer's block for drabbles ideas. I did however go back and touch up on these ones. I only wish I had more to give you. For now though I thought it would be nice to give you all a little something to read.
On a side note, I got my own English copy of Soul Eater vol. one the other day, so I had A Lot of inspiration to write these! That and I just made a musical playlist Just for Soul Eater. Cool right?
Haha well, before I let you all read the drabbles, I've had a very interesting blot bunny take refuge in my brain...Review if you're interested! ;)


1. Amazed

Maka stared out across the ocean, vibrant green eyes wide and her lips upturned into a childish awed smile. It was the first time she had seen the ocean, let alone been there, and there it was vast and wide and laid out in front of her very eyes. She was so taken aback by the sight that she failed to remember why she was there in the first place.
Up until a loud, but very amused sounding, cough interrupted her amazed gasps from behind her. "Maka, don't forget we're on a mission here."
Soul complained, smirking as he stared after his meister with affectionate eyes. "I know, I know. But you have to admit, this is a cool view! Right?" She gushed, laughing as she took her place beside her weapon as they walked toward the town hall to get their mission brief. Soul simply grinned and rolled his scarlet eyes. "Sure, it's cool alright."


2. Irony

Maka peered into the display glass of the shop, eyes roving over everything she could see from her place outside. Tsubaki beside her smiled and did her fair share of cooing as they continued to gaze into the glass window.
They'd finished up their 'girl's day' shopping adventure, and had just left the café they'd had lunch at when Tsubaki spotted the pet store across the street.
Maka found no argument as she was instantly drawn in by the animals on display. "Aww, that one looks like Soul-kun." Tsubaki pointed out, earning a loud laugh from the blonde as she followed her friend's finger.
"Soul's allergic to cats, but you wouldn't think so what with Blair and all." Maka muttered, eyes rolling at the mention of the mischievous cat girl. Oh the irony of it all, she thought.


3. Expectations

Soul didn't know what to do with himself when he came home to find Maka sitting on the couch and crying her eyes out. The first instinct he had was to turn his arm into his trademark scythe and cut something, or someone, up. The second was to spring into action and demand what exactly was wrong.
He went with the later, minus the scythe arm, and took two quick strides over to her to see what the damage was.
Maka looked considerably embarrassed at being caught sobbing so badly and her mumbles admitted as much.
When he finally got out what she had been so distraught about he could not help but laugh and swoop his meister into his arms, lavishing her with kisses. If a book could make the girl cry like the end of the world had come, then he was in a lot of trouble later on in their relationship.


4. Restless

Soul had to admit he was the restless type. It didn't sit well with him to sit still for long periods of time and wait. So the fact that he was sitting here in this chair, and had in fact been sitting here for at least a half hour or more, was truly a feat worth bragging about. If he ever got out of this that is.
The only reason he was sitting so still and forcing himself to listen to Kid drone on about formalities and protocol was that Maka had begged him to go with her.
Looking over to see his technician fidgeting in her own chair amused him for half a minute before he felt the color in his face fade at the sound of double doors being thrown open and a familiar booming voice announcing he had arrived. "Oh for the love of Shinigami-Sama!" Someone up front shouted.
Soul sunk further into his chair, exchanging a horrified glance with Maka. Black*Star had some horrible timing.


5. Chain

If Maka had to think about her life for any amount of time longer than an hour, she would give herself quite a headache and a bad case of pessimistic thoughts. On the one hand there was her no good lying, cheating father and the fact that she was by far the least normal teenage girl she could ever hope to find.
She read hours at a time, studied like nobodies business and enjoyed sports almost as much as a sprained ankle.
On the other hand, there were her friends who made school seem almost worth it, the battles with Kishin worth fighting, and lest she forget the most important factor of them all; her weapon, partner, best friend. Soul Eater Evans.
She had a good feeling he was the only hand she needed to hold to make her life counter-balance. And somehow, that made her life almost, well, perfect.