Partners

Accusation

It never mattered what the situation called for, if there was someone to blame, her blazing emerald eyes were turned at him. Sure, half the time it was his fault that something like that would come up, but he was pretty sure the other half was all on Black*Star or her sorry excuse for a Father, Spirit.

"I can't believe you." Maka slammed the book down on the dining table as a warning shot and Soul sprung up in the chair. That had been too close to his head for comfort. "You must have lost it in the laundry! It was my favorite skirt too."

Soul scowled and turned to look away from her. "It's just a skirt, so what?" The way her eyes flashed in anger should have told him to shut up, but he hadn't noticed it in time. "Just go buy another one or something."

"My Mama sent it to me for Christmas!" Maka went ahead and tossed the book at him this time. He didn't have time to dodge and was thrown out of his seat and toppling onto the floor with a thud. "I can't just go buy a new one. Ugh! This is all your fault!"

Then her bedroom door slammed shut and he was left to pry the book from his face and push himself up off the tile flooring. Soul set the novel down on the table then let out a sigh. She always ended up blaming him for the laundry issues because she had seen him drop something from the basket on the way down the hall once before.

There had to be some sort of logical reason why her damn skirt disappeared. Honestly, if it were up to him, he would have gotten rid of her skirts a long time ago anyway. It was bad enough that they were super short, and now that he'd become a Death Scythe and they had the ability to fly, it just wasn't working out for him in the emotional end. He was able to play it off fine and ignore it for the most part, but there were days when just a little flip of the skirt from a breeze of wind threw him over the edge, and that was even before he became a Death Scythe. Just swinging him around in a mini skirt was enough to get a few shots here and there—and those damn legs of her's were just too long and delectable for her own good.

Hell, if it really had been his fault the skirt disappeared, then he would have thrown it away instead.

"Oh!" He heard the Meister yelp in surprise from behind her bedroom door and he turned his red gaze to see the door crack open. "It was in my dresser all along."

Soul sighed under his breath. "Geez…"

Maka gave a sheepish smile, laughter bringing up the mood that had been cursed between them. "Ah, whoops. I guess I should remember where I put my stuff." No kidding. Soul could only roll his eyes as she retrieved her book from the table and trotted back over to her room to go put the very skirt on. She was about to head out and hang out with the other girls and she'd been complaining all day about wanting to wear it but of course, Soul just had to lose it in the laundry.

She always accused him for little things like that, but these days it bothered him as much as a freckle on his arm would. It was stuff like that, that made Maka who she was, and without her, He wouldn't be the guy he was at all.