AN: Oh my lord...this chapter came out way too easily, but then again I do owe a lot of credit to my own personal Soul. This was actually from a roleplay we had before she decided to switch characters. So this piece is really special to me because it was our last roleplay as Maka and Soul. Now with that said I hope you all enjoy it and hopefully the next chapter won't take nearly as long as this one did.
The argument hadn't been about something entirely serious. In fact looking back on it now Maka was embarrassed to admit that it was definitely one of the silliest reasons she'd ever come up with. It all started when she had come home from a two day break with Tsubaki and the Thompson sisters and Soul was nowhere to be found in the apartment. No note on the table, no message on her phone, nothing. So naturally she completely panicked and assumed he had left her or had gotten called on a mission. He was a Death Scythe now; she couldn't stop Shinigami-sama from using him.
Until an hour and a half later he shuffled through the front door and stopped as he noticed the mess that was Maka on the living room couch. Would his luck never change? That was when the relief and panic turned into accusations and huffy temper tantrums. Soul could only hope she would give him a chance to explain before she assumed imaginary scenarios and Maka chopped him good for something he was sure he wouldn't even think of doing.
Once both parties had calmed down, Maka was feeling decidedly less angry and instead ten layers of mortified and humiliated. She really needed to stop listening to Liz go on about her horror stories with ex-boyfriends. Soul chuckled then, ruffling the blonde's bangs affectionately and smiled at her reassuringly. "You are something else." He said, a mock annoyed look crossing his features. Maka smiled bashfully and shrugged at the comment, shuffling her toes along the floor and avoiding his crimson colored eyes. "I guess so?" She mumbled, her cheeks still a shade that could make a tomato envious. Without thinking Soul flicked her forehead and laughed. "Stop being so paranoid." Pouting a little at the unsuspecting action, Maka rubbed her head and looked up at Soul, trying not to let her temper rise again and smack him back.
"I'm sorry..." She muttered, her hand still pressed against her forehead and let her gaze lock on his face. "Don't be. Try using your brain for something other than books." Soul said as he chuckled, kissing the spot where he had hit her. "I'll keep that in mind." She mumbled softly, blushing a little at the kiss before looping her arms around him. "Guess I should know you better by now." She said, avoiding his face once more. "Exactly my point." Soul muttered, rolling his eyes as he placed his hands at her waist.
"Honestly, what do I have to do? Chain you to my arm or leg?" He joked, smirking at the blush that seemed to travel from Maka's cheeks all the way down her neck at his comment. "I said I was sorry." She half-whined, narrowing her eyes at him before turning a deep scarlet again. She was supposed to be used to his flirtatious jabs by now wasn't she? She'd thought so, but apparently not. They'd been dating for at least half a year now, but everything about this was still new. "You know I'm just kidding. Loosen up a little Maka." He chuckled before unwrapping his arms from around her hips and plopping himself down on their couch, feeling around for the remote and turning the tv on a moment later.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Maka sighed and rolled her eyes at the scythe weapon. "Yeah, yeah. You've been saying that for years. I doubt I'm going to change overnight." She grumbled, taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch anyway and crossing one leg over the other. If she had a book close by she would have smacked him just for the hell of it and stalked back to her room to finish unpacking.
Soul smirked again as he watched her from the corner of his eye, stretching his legs out until they were nudging her arm and thigh, holding back his laughter at the annoyed look on his girlfriend's face. If the puckered lips and eyebrow twitch wasn't a clue. Maka gave him an irritated sigh the first time he nudged her, but it turned into a full out growl the second time as his leg wiggled. "Do you like invading people's personal space...wait don't answer that." She groaned, catching one of his legs and holding it above her lap. "Geez, you're just like a toddler." Maka said with an exasperated sigh, pinching the arch of his foot as he continued to smirk at her.
"It's not my fault I'm bored." Soul mock grumbled and shifted his body the opposite direction, laying his head down in her lap. Looking up at her, he blinked a few times before an idea surfaced. With a serious expression, he twisted his lips into a small frown. "Kiss me." He said seriously, crimson eyes meeting apple green. Maka watched him shift until his head was on her lap. Surprised by the request, she lifted a brow and frowned softly herself before she gave him a suspicious look.
When he continued to stare up at her, no crooked smiles or snorting involved she obliged and lowered her head until her lips were pressed against his. Laying a hand over his cheek, Maka let her eyes close as her lips molded to his. No matter how many times they'd kiss Soul still felt his stomach twist into anxious knots. Raising his hand gently towards her chin, he caressed it slowly. Every finger sliding across her chin smoothly. Leaning his head back and ending the kiss he smirked. "I love you, and I'll keep proving it until it kills me." He said, lowering his voice as he looked up at her, letting his hand slide down the side of her face and onto his chest.
Maka smiled then, lips still tingling from the kiss. He always seemed to make her fears and anxiety go away, even if sometimes he was the very cause of it. Her smile grew at the tender look on Soul's face, reaching her hands down until they were nestled against his head, fingers running through the soft white strands. "I love you too." She whispered softly, willing her hands not to shake before she was lowering her face to his and pressing another gentle kiss to his forehead. Soul was the only person she needed to give her heart to.