Kemon acho? Ami bhalo korche...well actually I'm not doing so well. You see, I was making lemonade, so I got icecubes. Then I had the fantastic idea of sticking my tongue to the icecube. And it stuck. I practically had to tug it off. That resulted in the tip of my tongue tingling and hurting pretty bad. And hours later, it still hurts. WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! So obviously you can tell from this experience that I have trouble thinking before I act.
Strawberries And Soul
Strawberries were an interesting fruit. They were a common fruit and could be found anywhere and everywhere. They were a symbol of purity and innocence. Strawberries could be sweet, tangy, even sour. Although each could be different, they seemed the same on the outside. And although they were said not to have much variety, if someone looked in the right way, they would see a stream of endless possibilities.
The same could be said for Soul. He had a multitude of emotions, but kept them all hidden under that cool and fixed-yet-flexible exterior. Recently Maka often caught him glancing at her, in such a way that had she not been searching for it, she would have missed the look entirely. He stared at her with those mesmerizing pools of red.
And what did those mesmerizing pools of red remind her of? Strawberries, of course! Which did not help her situation in the least. In fact, every time she looked at a strawberry, she immediately thought of her partner. Even when she saw a strawberry that was cut open she thought of Soul. The way the whites of the fruit were spiked up reminded her of his hair. The way it was the shape of a heart reminded her of how many times he told her he would protect her. And the way that there was a hole inside of it...reminded her of the gaping emptiness deep inside of him.
One day, when it was deep into the night, Maka had asked about his emptiness. But he had just given a slight smile, and speaking so that she barely caught his words, said that she was helping to fill in the gap inside of him.
Then another day, they were having strawberry cake-Soul's favorite. There was one last piece...and Soul insisted Maka take it. Maka said he should, but he stuck to his word. Maka was confused, his normal 'cool' facade contrasting with this sweet Soul. So they decided to share it...but Soul stuffed the last piece in Maka's mouth. She protested, but then he stated the could both have the piece. He answered her unasked question with the sweetest of answers. Of course, a kiss.
Soul was an interesting character.
Short, sweet, and simple! And if anyone can figure out in which language the words at the top are in, you get your own drabble! So good luck guessing! :) And don't forget to review! ^-^