Partners
Move 2.0
His very first instinct was to move and to move quickly so he could cross the street and throw his fist straight into the middle of Spirit's face.
When Soul had come to pick Maka up from outside of the restaurant, he hadn't expected to see her mossy eyes glossed over and on the verge of tears. She had approached him earlier that day and mentioned that that she had a previous engagement with her Father when he asked to go buy a new video game after school. Soul was fine with that as long as he was able to pick her up on his way home from going to the game store himself and she was quick to agree since she would have rather taken his deathtrap of a motorcycle home than be walked back by Spirit.
So when he realized that Maka had been reduced to tears yet again because of something her stupid Father most likely did, Soul felt his boiling rage spill over and he stepped off his bike to go teach the older Death Scythe a lesson for hurting his Meister's feelings for the hundredth time.
"Stop." Maka rendered him motionless as she reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Forget it. I don't even care anymore."
Soul eyed her suspiciously as her eyes were downcast and covered by her bangs. He stepped back onto the curb and frowned at her. "What happened?" He fought the urge to shoot a dangerous glare over his shoulder so that the maroon haired man would know he meant business, but he kept all of his attention on Maka instead because she was much more worth looking at anyway. "Did he flirt with one of the waitresses or something?"
The pigtails that hung from her head swung as she turned to climb onto the bike. "He's moving in with some girl he met like, four days ago."
Soul bit on his tongue so he wouldn't say something stupid.
"I'm pretty sure he's going to end up leaving her within the month."
Oh, what he wouldn't give to turn around and go chew off the other man's arm by this point.
"He's probably only doing it because she's a little harder to get between the legs than the others."
Soul grabbed onto the handle of his bike and leaned forward into her face. "Shut up." His bluntness was the only thing that spared him in moments like these. If he beat around the bush then she would most likely misunderstand him and get mad about something completely different. "Your Father's a piece of shit. Big deal. We don't need to worry about him right now." He smirked at her wide eyes and knew that he was still going to get chopped for this. Be it right then or later when they got home. "Right now, all you should be thinking about is how delicious your dinner is going to be because I'm going to actually put some effort into it."
"Soul, I just ate!"
"Okay, I'll make you a late dinner."
Soul snickered at her flustered reaction and he turned to climb onto his bike in front of her. He brought the vehicle to life, causing her arms to immediately ring themselves around his torso and her cheek to press up against the square of his back. As he revved the engine a few times, Soul turned his bloody pools to find the aquamarine hues of Spirit Albarn. As he heard a soft 'thank you' over the roaring of his orange beast, Soul held up his middle finger to silently curse the old man as they drove by; leaving him speechless at the restaurants front entrance.
this is the other version of 'Move' that I wrote.
I didn't like it as much as the dancing one but someone thought it would be funny to read this one too so I posted it
yay SoMa
xoxoxo