Chapter 8

Well, well, well, look who got her act together! Here we are friends, chapter 8! I've got another 1 or 2 chapters left and then this story will be complete! If you have any suggestions or prompts on what I should write next, throw them my way! I love knowing what you guys want to see! Leave a comment below and stay safe, stay happy and stay reading!

Hugs'n'shit

Vichalmers

It had been three days and neither Maka nor Soul had stirred.

After patching them up, Stein had the two of them moved back home, ignoring the loud, insufferable protesting from Spirit, insisting that being in a familiar environment would bring his precious daughter back to him.

Stein argued that being far, far away from Spirit would be best for her. Death agreed and the whole ordeal ended with a disgusting amount of crocodile tears from a Death Scythe. It was all incredibly embarrassing.

So Maka and Soul were moved back to their apartment and placed under the careful watch of the magical cat Blair, who took her job of overseeing her companions surprisingly serious. She came every half hour to check on them. Make sure nothing had changed and they were still comfortable. It was hard, seeing her closest friends so still and lifeless when they were normally anything but. Never the less there was 100% confidence from everyone that sooner than opposed to later the Weapon and Miester would come around and everything would go back to normal.

The alternative was too painful to even consider.

It was a cool Nevada night when Maka awoke, jackknifing upwards and clawing at the collar of her t-shirt, the feeling of cloth on her stifling and unbearable. Breathing hard, Maka looked around frantically taking long seconds before she recognized where she was. Safe in her own bed. Confused but relived, she swung her legs out from under her light duvet and tested her feet on the cold floor.

A little weak and dizzy, but all together alright, Maka stood, and shuffled out of her room. She needed to see Soul, touch him. Make sure he was real and alright.

Heart in her throat, Maka pushed open his door, almost sobbing when she saw her Weapon lying peacefully in bed, his chest rising and falling with every breath and a look of contentment on his pale face.

He was here. Real. With her.

In three large steps Maka was at his side and before she could even think about it, she had pulled back the covers and slid in next to him, the warmth of his body driving away the lasting chill she had been harbouring since the Witch Jenifer had come into their lives.

It was wonderful.

Carefully, as if she was afraid any sudden movements would make him disappear, Maka wiggled over so she could lay her head on Soul's broad chest and listen to the sound of his heart beat steadily beneath her ear. She could almost hear the rumble of his voice saying, "This is so not cool Maka." And Maka couldn't help but whisper back to the empty room,

"At least we're not cool together." Slowly her eye's drifted shut with her last sleepy thought being she hoped to really hear Soul in the morning.

Soul Eater

Soul was roused from his rather deep, peaceful sleep by the unpleasant feeling of suffocating. Groaning, he tried to turn away from the pressing force, only to find it groaned back and followed him. God damnit, was there no peace in this house?

Fumbling, with stiff limbs, Soul tried to shove what ever was on him away not expecting it to sass him back.

"For the love of Death, would you stop that? I'm still sleeping Soul!" Opening one red eye, Soul looked down at a tangled mess of ash blond hair spread across his chest and a small, familiar head tucked into the crook of his neck. Surprised, Soul opened both eyes and took in the lithe figure of his Miester sprawled out against him. Suddenly it felt a lot less like suffocating and a lot more like… well he wasn't sure, but Soul liked it, even if he wasn't sure why Maka was on top of him.

"Why…?" Soul's voice cracked and he chuckled nervously, licking his dry lips and trying again.

"Why are you here? In my bed? And why do I feel so…"

"Scuzzy?" Maka filled in, lifting up her head and shooting him a smile and made his toes curl. "I woke up last night and just, I don't know, needed to be with you. I can leave if you want." But she made no move to get up and Soul didn't particularly want her to go either. "And as for that gross fuzzy feeling on the inside of your mouth, I have it too. I think we've been asleep for a while." Maka frowned, a cute little line forming between her eyes which Soul found him self unconsciously smoothing out with the pad of his thumb. "But I don't know why we've been asleep. I-I can't really remember what happened. There was the Witch, I thought I beat her but-'' Maka shook her head then burrowed back into the safety of Soul's chest. "Then everything goes black and I can't remember anything else."

It was just like her, Maka hated not knowing.

"I'm not sure," Soul said honestly, running his long fingers through Maka's hair, gently working out the tangles as he went. "I don't remember much either. A bright light, being chained up." His fingers stopped their methodical strokes as he came to a realization.

"I remember you came for me. You protected me. Put your self in danger for me." Maka lifted her head, looking her weapon partner dead in the eye.

"That's what we do Soul. We protect each other. We're a team. We would be lost with out the other. Its in our DNA to keep each other safe." She placed a hand on each side of Soul's face, grounding him to her touch and feel. "And I would do that all over again, go through Hell and back a million times to save you Soul Evans." For long seconds they just existed, feeling the other's heart beat, synching their soul wavelengths, relishing in the feeling of being whole and complete again.

"We should let someone know we're okay," Soul whispered, not making any move to detangle himself from where he belonged. "I bet everyone is really worried. Your dad is probably losing his mind-''

Maka's hands fell from his face and like a light switch flicking, she was scowling down at him.

"Damnit Soul Evans, you sure do know how to ruin a moment." She rolled off him with a loud dramatic groan.

"I was going to kiss you but then you just had to go and bring up my dad." Mouth open and gaping all Soul could do was make choking noises as his Miester got out of his bed and stretched, showing off her gorgeous figure.

Idiot! I'm such an idiot!

"Woah hold up here," Soul sat up quickly, back peddling desperately as she slowly sauntered to the door. "lets just pretend like I didn't say anything! I never said anything about your dad! I bet no one misses us, I know I don't miss anyone and-''

Maka turned to look at Soul over her shoulder, a deep, sultry smile shutting the Death Scythe right up.

"I made my move. The ball is in your court now Evans." With that, she slipped out the door and left Soul with a lot of thinking to do,