Partners
Companion
They were just Partners in the beginning. They were Weapon and Meister, working hand in hand to fight against evil souls before they turned into Kishin that would enslave the world in madness. During the first couple months of their relationship, the word Partners didn't mean anything to them other than the fact that it meant business. It meant that she was going to use him to collect ninety nine evil souls and one witch soul and turn him into the greatest Death Scythe anyone had ever seen; a Death Scythe that surpassed her Father by a landslide. It meant that he would follow every order his Meister gave him and stop at nothing to gather the right amount of souls by her side.
Living together was what brought them closer. He hadn't expected to grow so fond of her, and she hadn't expected to trust him more than her very own two feet. The word Partners began to mean a lot more to them as time went on and as they worked together to gather souls again after embarrassingly losing them to Blair's rotten tricks, they found that they could really call each other companions.
They were Partners for life, both professionally and emotionally.
When the time came that Soul had finally become a Death Scythe, Maka had begun to feel like they were slipping apart. Back before all of what happened before losing their souls to Blair the Cat, she probably wouldn't have minded as much as she did now. The fact that her Weapon had been given so much responsibility and letters of partner requests since eating Witch Arachne's soul didn't settle well with her. She felt like she was going to lose him and that he was going to become a distant stranger.
He wouldn't let her feel that way for too long, however, since he always seemed to catch the melancholy edge to her frown when she would see him tossing letters or get assigned a mission to complete on his own. Whenever he saw it, he shot a toothy smile at her and said something that would for sure make his Meister laugh or even hit him with a book just so she would stop making that awful expression that made him sick inside. It made his gut twist and ache because he knew exactly what she was going through.
He didn't want to feel this distant either.
Maka soon realized though, that he would never become a stranger to her. He simply knew her too well for that to happen, and it was the same on the flipside. She knew more about him than anyone in the Academy. In fact, it was possible she knew more than his very own parents. At the same time, Soul knew much more than her sorry excuse of a Father, and knew exactly when and when not to intervene when she was seething about an assignment gone wrong. He knew that she liked pink marshmallows on her hot chocolate. He knew what kind of books she liked to read when she was sad. He knew her deepest insecurities and feelings, while she knew about his darkest memories and envy toward his older Brother.
They were Companions: Partners for life.
They both realized that there was just too much between them to let go of each other so easily.
They were stuck with each other, and that wasn't a bad thing in least.
literally, I looked at this subject and was like
'oh boy what am I ever going to do about this'
sarcastically of course
pshaw
xoxoxo