Author's Notes: Hi, guys! I know… I haven't updated in forever. And, now that I'm updating it's so short? Yes… you have the right to be mad at me! But, I hope this semi-fluffy fic will make up for some of my absence.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Sad face…

Maka was sitting at her desk, typing something up for school on her newly bought laptop. It was a Christmas gift from her papa. He gave it to her in hopes that she would forget all about what happened between him and mama. But, that was definitely not going to happen. Although she accepted the gift, her hatred still burned with a passion in her heart. Throughout all these years of hating her papa, that was not going to change anytime soon. But, the gift was a very nice gesture nonetheless. Her mind was occupied on the paper that was due in Stein's class in two weeks. She decided to start it –and hopefully finish it- tonight in hopes that this would ease her workload a bit. Soul wasn't home, as he was hanging out with Black Star and Kid. She was actually glad for once that Soul wasn't there to distract her from schoolwork. It always seems as if he couldn't keep himself busy for more than ten minutes at a time. Especially when there was a paper due in the near future. Glad to be free of distractions, Maka stopped and decided to take a five-minute break to stretch and get something to snack on. When she reached the kitchen, a shiver ran down her spine.

"Brr. It must be winter if it's cold in the apartment. I better turn the heat on before Soul gets home so he is nice and warm when he gets back." She thought out loud to herself. Grabbing the first available thing in the fridge, she put it on the counter and then took out a can of Death Juice. Maka put the food in the microwave and leaned against the counter, waiting for the food to heat up. As she was waiting, Maka walked over to the thermostat and raised the temperature to a nice, comfortable temperature. Then she walked back to the microwave.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1…Time's up!" Maka opened the microwave and took out the hot place filled with leftovers from last night. She brought it back to her room where she placed everything on her desk. She took a bite of her food and then returned her attention back to the paper she started. It seemed as if this paper was going to be a cinch to write. Dr. Stein always assigned the silliest things for class. It usually involved a lab write up about the previous dissection they did in class.

Maka shuddered at the thought.

It always made her uncomfortable to dissect anything in class. Usually, Soul would take leadership at that point and do everything for her. Now that she thought about it, that was the only time Soul was actually active in class. Regardless, she hated it. And she was pretty sure she wasn't the only one in class who didn't appreciate the class work.

It was almost 12 in the morning when Maka heard the front door creak open. It was probably Soul, trying to sneak his way in without being noticed.

"Boy, is he going to get an ear full from me…" Maka stopped her typing and opened her door. There was Soul on the other side of the hallway, looking at her like a criminal being caught red-handed. "Soul, what are you doing home so late? I told you to call me if you don't get home before 10." She crossed her arms and looked at Soul.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I was hanging out with Black Star and we just kinda lost track of time…" Soul scratched the back of his head in a nervous manner.

All Maka could do was sigh and go back to her room. But as soon as she looked out the window, she noticed something falling outside the window. It was a flurry of white matter being blown in the wind. Her eyes widened and she instantly put a smile on.

"Soul, look outside!" Maka ran to her window and unlocked it from its secure position.

Soul's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he walked down the hall. When he looked in her room, he too, noticed the weather coming down from the sky. "Maka…. So uncool. It's just a little bit of snow." He shrugged her off and leaned against her doorframe to stare at Maka gawking at the falling crystals.

"Soul, how can you just stand there and not appreciate the snow?" Maka was still gazing out her window and tried to catch some of the snow coming down.

"It's just snow, Maka. That's it. It comes every year."

"No… You're wrong, Soul. It's not just snow. It's… it's magic." She turned back to face Soul and she smiled at him. "There's something about the snow that brings people together. I don't know how, but it creates this feeling in everyone that just makes them want to smile and laugh." She continued to smile. Maka had a look of longing in her eyes. As if she was happy, but not happy.

Soul still wasn't buying any of it. It's not like the snow was any good. It made people miserable. He of all people knows that nothing good comes out of snow. Nothing. "Maka, there's nothing great about the snow. It just piles up in the driveway and sits there doing absolutely nothing." He gave her a know-it-all look.

Maka gave Soul a shocked look. "I can't believe you don't like snow, Soul." She looked very hurt by his statement. "You'd think with your cold attitude that you'd also gravitate to something your temperature." She sarcastically noted. He scowled and rolled his eyes at her.

"No matter what you'll say, I'll still hate the snow. Period." He wasn't going to budge anytime soon.

That's when Maka had a great idea. The look on her face made it completely obvious. She furiously nodded her head in response and grabbed her coat and keys. Soul pushed off the doorframe and walked back to the front door. Maka stormed down the hall and looped her arm around Soul's. "Let's go!" She shouted and opened the front door.

"Where are we-"

"The snow, of course!" Maka didn't give Soul enough time to protest as they ran downstairs and into the streets of Death City. The snow was falling in very thick clumps and sticking to every single open surface. The streets and walkways were slowly turning white, along with the cars, bikes and lamps lining the streets. It was truly going to be a white Christmas. Maka was running around with her hands in the air, trying to eat the snow that was falling from the sky. Soul was standing on the street with his arms crossed, acting cool. He was staring at Maka, who was now picking up the snow and balling it in her hands. After a few seconds she put the ball down to warm her hands up before picking it up and reshaping it. Soul rolled his eyes at her, thinking how stupid she was for not bringing gloves with her.

"Soul, what are you doing? This is a happy moment! Don't just stand there." Maka tries to convince Soul to join her.

"Oi, Maka. This is so uncool." He walks to the edge of the sidewalk and balances himself atop the rim. "What's so great about the snow, anyways?" He grumbles to himself. But, apparently Maka heard because she looked up and gave him the stink eye.

"Soul, you're always such a party pooper. Haven't you ever had one good memory in the snow?"

He shakes his head and gives her a 'you're ridiculous' look. "So what kind of memory do you have that's so great?" Soul slouches and puts his hands in his pockets to warm them up.

Maka stopped fidgeting with the ball and turned to Soul. She had a playful smile on her face as she remembered all the good times that were in the past. It seemed like such a long time ago that she could barely remember what it was like to feel that way. But, as soon as the snow came falling down, all of her memories rushed into her head in an instant. She walked over to Soul and stood right in front of him.

"When I was a little girl, my mama and papa used to take me to the mountains and we'd stay in a cabin for a weekend. I had the greatest times with them up there. It was before all the drama started and we were still considered a family." Maka played with the snow in her hands. "While we were there, we had no contact to the outside world, so it was nice. Mama and papa didn't have any missions to go on, the cabin was a secluded place, and there was no one to bother us. We usually went around early December, so it wasn't like there was any snow. It was just really cold up there. But, one year we didn't have time to go during early December. Instead, we had to postpone it to early January. One morning, I woke up and I saw snow falling from the sky. I jumped out of bed, woke up both mama and papa and we went outside to play in the snow for what seemed like hours. It was probably one of my greatest memories of childhood that I can remember." She looked up into the sky and faintly smiled. "Ever since then, I've loved the snow and its magical powers. It will always remind me of happy times…" She closed her eyes, trying to envision how it felt when she was younger. "But, as usual, happy times must come to an end."

Soul was speechless. He looked at Maka and didn't know what to do or what to say. He waited for a few seconds, then stood right next to Maka and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and then smiled at him. They stood like that for a few minutes, just resting in each other's warmth.

"Maka… it's good to hear that you have great memories with your parents, even though you are always bashing your father." He continued to stare forward into the streets, not making eye contact with Maka. She smiled and nudged Soul.

"Thanks for coming out here with me tonight. I really appreciate it." Maka looked up and Soul and pecked him on the cheek before turning around and walking back to the apartment. Soul instantly blushed and stood there frozen as a popsicle.

"So not cool for making me blush…" He smirked and trailed behind his meister. "I guess I do have a cool memory of the snow now."

How was it? You tell me!