This drabble mainly focuses on the thought and emotional viewpoint of Maka while in a dangerous resonance situation. It doesn't have much fluff, but more so the beginnings and realization-point of their 'love'.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER!

Resonance Choice

The feeling of their resonance crawled through her body. Her entire form fizzed with energy. The melodious call of the piano beckoned to her, pulling her towards Soul. He was playing. She was watching.

The dangerous lull pulled her forward, as if she was in a trance. Her feet moved on their own, each note of the song matching each of her steps. She got closer and closer yet...with each step, she feltfarther from her weapon. As if something was purposefully getting in the way and pushing her back. Each step became harder to accomplish. The tension felt just about ready to break, about to shatter into a million tiny fragments. Then suddenly it snapped, tossing her into an obscure abyss.

She let out a silent scream as the darkness engulfed her. Around her were burning pieces of paper. Upon closer inspection, Maka realized that they weren't just pieces of paper; they were pieces of Soul's composures! 'I have to save them!', she thought.

'But you may only choose one.'A voice called out to her.

'What? I must save all of them; they're all Soul's!', she replied.

'Only one, only one.'The voice whispered, cackling in the darkness. Maka recognized the voice as that of the Little Ogre's.

She grabbed one sheet of paper, which immediately stopped burning. Then, not heeding the deamon's words, snatched another. This one, instead of ceasing its flame, burned her hand. In her surprise she let go of both papers, causing them to burn up immediately.

'Choose you must, else all others will burn.
Fail in your choice, along with you he will vanish
He took his fall, now it's your turn
Lest all will be lost, memories forever tarnished.'

'So if I don't pick the right one then both Soul and I will die?'Maka asked.

'Well not so much die as fade away, but yes that's the basic idea.'The ogre snickered in glee.

Maka concentrated on the sheets of music, focusing her Perception in a different way than usual. Each paper had an aura of its own-though they were quickly burning up due to the flames. She set her focus on a mere feel, not a conscious thought. Then...

"This one!" Maka exclaimed out loud. She grabbed at a crumpled sheet, which seemed as if it had been discarded a while ago. It didn't stop burning, yet flared blue. Then the flame died out and the paper was restored.

"Well?" Maka asked impatiently.

"Damn you. Damn you and your pathetic love for each other!" The deamon howled, and Maka was swept by a giant gust of wind, falling up. Then a flash occurred and she was blinded. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in the practice field with Soul staring down at her. As if nothing had happened. All traces of the past occurrence...gone.

"What, are you just going to lie there all day? It's not cool to just pass out like that," Soul's voice held a tiny hint of concern, which mad Maka smile to herself, "C'mon, we should get back home now!

"Uh...yeah..." Maka got up and walked next to Soul, a trace of a smile as well as confusion playing on her face.

'Love...? What had the ogre meant by 'our love'?...'