Partners

Thanks

"Thank you, Soul."

Said Death Scythe silently glanced over his shoulder and met the sad gaze that belonged to his long time Meister. She was smiling quite bitterly and it made him frown slightly where he stood. He had just scared off a young man that had done one of the most terrible things one could even think of doing to Maka Albarn. He had asked her out on a date, taken her out, ignored her for other women, and then revealed in the end that it had only been a bet. Soul had been walking down the street—totally not spying on their little rendezvous at all—when he realized the guy had basically thrown her heart on the ground and stepped on it. Or so he thought. The Scythe never stayed put in the background long enough to get a good reason to attack. He just normally jumped in with guns blazing the second her eyes glossed over to signify the beginning of a night locked up in her room with a sappy book.

He grabbed the boy by the collar, shoved him back and made sure to make a few threats before the guy ended up running off with his tail between his legs. It was known all over Shibusen that it was not cool to get on Soul Eater's bad side. What he couldn't understand was that even then they all still hadn't realized that messing with Maka Albarn also meant they were messing with Soul Eater.

Poke a finger in Maka's face, and you'll be getting a full set of shark teeth chomping down on it.

"No big deal." He shoved his hands in his pockets and stuck his nose in the air. He wouldn't admit to her why he had suddenly appeared to help her out because it would have been an obvious lie, even with her thickhead, if he ended up telling her something stupid like 'I was in the neighborhood'. He was always jealous whenever Maka went out to do something with a male that wasn't himself. Black*Star or Kid never really bothered him, nor did they count as 'other males'. It was just those loser guys in their grade that liked Maka, and especially those pathetic dickwads that thought it to be funny to trick her into thinking they liked her.

They didn't do anything but piss him off.

"He was kind of a jerk." Maka reached up and rubbed her jacket sleeve against her right eye before spinning at the heel to begin her tread back to their apartment. Her Partner wasn't far behind and he walked right at her side so that he could see her face wrinkle into an annoyed scowl. "Whatever. I didn't like him all that much anyway. He's not that great." For a second there, he thought he noticed her flash a small smile his way. "He couldn't compare to how cool my Weapon is."

Soul grinned. "That's because no one is as cool as me."

"Yeah." Maka found herself agreeing to that arrogant statement easier and easier as the years went by. "Who needs him, anyway?" She scoffed and snatched up the Scythe's hand after he had pulled it from his pocket to eye the watch on his wrist. He jumped slightly and looked down at his Partner with surprise as she stuck her nose up and smiled contently at the sky. "I have the coolest guy in the whole school to keep me company. I'm all good."

He turned his gaze away once he found that he couldn't fight back the small smile that threatened to tug at his lips.

"Thanks Maka, but you're not exaggerating enough. You shoulda' said 'coolest guy in the world'."

"Oh shut up and take the compliment."

"Will do."

oops sorry for the late post!

i'll be publishing two for you today to make up for it

xoxoxo