Hey! Ok so I went over to my friend's house yesterday. Her brother had a coconut. So he and their mom took the coconut, poked a hole, drained out all the milk, and drank it all. Then their mom left for a couple of minutes. So he came over to my friend and I and enlisted our help in cracking the coconut. We yelled at him for being selfish and not giving us any of the milk…and then we decided to help him. So first we tried taking one of those long metal sticks you use to sharpen knives, stuck it in the hole, and pushed it at an angle to get it to crack. All we got was a coconut-on-a-stick. So then my friend took a skinny knife and stuck it in the hole and tried to saw it open. Needless to say, that didn't work either. So finally, I took it outside onto their porch and whacked it hard on their concrete step. And it cracked. So I turned it around to the other side and whacked that, too. And voila! It opened! So we each had our own share of coconut...but we couldn't get the white part unstuck to the hard brown shell. My friend used a butter knife, her brother used…I dunno…and I used my teeth.
End of story.
EDIT: In this drabble, what I mean when I say 'search' in this sense, I mean that both Maka and Soul are sort of searching for something…something special...they both feel as if they're missing something. Read on to find out whether the found that 'something!*grin*
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER! ONLY THE PLOTS TO THESE DRABBLES!
Search
The moon shown. And its blood glistened. It laughed. And its sound echoed. It stared. And its eyes searched. It searched for a path...
"Do you ever wonder...if you could just escape?"
"Hm? What do you mean, Soul?" Maka replied, not looking up from her book.
"Like say, run away from this," Soul paused, and then continued, "Just leave it all." At this, Maka looked up sharply.
"What do you mean?" Her words were careful, calculated.
"Sometimes, well I dunno. I know I never show it but doesn't it seem a little over the top at times?" Soul was quickly losing his cool exterior, which was whittling down to something deeper. Having-emotions-deep. Maybe him actually putting some effort behind his thoughts had something to did with that.
"Why would you want to?" Maka's words were still precise. She spoke as if talking to an unaware animal. She didn't want to scare him into letting this new side of Soul go, yet she also didn't want to delve too deep in fear of bringing out a certain idea into the light.
"Well sometimes it gets too much. We need to get stronger, focus, keep up appearances, etc. It's all a bit surreal at times, especially with the pressure to get stronger. Sometimes it feels like something's pulling me back, dragging me down inspite of all I've been trying to do." As Soul was saying this, Maka's eyes were growing wider by the second. She couldn't believe what she had just heard and the (1)screw that was holding her in place snapped.
"I knew it! You men are all the same! You think I'm pulling you down, huh? Well I've been trying to get stronger, you know!" Maka stood up, the forgotten book falling aside.
"Wha-?" Soul snapped out his daze. He had been speaking without thinking; without calculation. Exactly opposite from Maka. "Waddia mean?" Caught off guard, he rushed so his speech was slurred and his facade(2) was still down.
Maka continued, "Well you know what? I've been getting stronger for a reason, Soul. It's because of you! I've been getting stronger so I can match you and not be a dead weight! Guess it didn't work, huh?" Maka spit out.
"No-! Wait that's not what I meant Ma-!"
"Shut up. Just shut up and leave, if you want to so bad." Maka said with malice, and by now tears were visible in her eyes.
"Maka, that's not what I meant. You've got to listen to me." Soul said softly, but with force.
"No." She was looking away.
"Listen, Maka!" Soul said with urgency in his voice.
"No! I don't want to hear it! I should have known. I put my trust in you and this is how you really feel!" Maka's voice had risen with each word, finally coming to a scream by the last word.
"You just...should have told me...I-" Maka was cut short by Soul, who grabbed her shoulders. His hands slid down to her arms and gripped them hard. Her eyes widened.
"Listen to me Maka!" Soul thundered, "You never let me finish! I was about to say that although 'escape' might seem like a good idea sometimes, it isn't an option! And do you know why it isn't an option? Because I have you!" Soul took a second to breathe, then continued, "I was going to say that theBlack Blood was the thing that's holding me down, but you are the one who pulls me back up! You're always there, you always push me to the best of my abilities and I love you for that, damn it!"
Both of their eyes widened at his statement, which had come out in a rush of (fix)unabridged emotion.
"Wha-...what did you say?" Maka said in barely a whisper.
"I-...just forget it, Maka," Soul looked away and ran his hand through his hair, "Nothing. I said nothing."
"No. I want to hear you clearly. Say it again, Soul." She said.
"No I-"
"Say it!" She demanded.
"But-" He protested.
"Soul!"
"Fine! I love you, alright? Now just leave me alone!" He exploded, and then turned away stiffly. Maka reached out to touch his shoulder.
"You...you really mean that?" she asked quietly.
"What do you think?" He shot back.
"Then..." And in that spilt second, Maka made up her mind.
"Kiss me," she ordered.
"Wait, what?"
'No way,' he thought, 'What is she thinking?'
"Kiss me," she stated again.
Soul couldn't believe what he just heard. 'She serious? Then again, she looked totally serious and Maka isn't the type of girl to put me in this situation just for a joke.' Soul hesitated.
Soul thought, 'What if...what if it isn't what she's looking for?'
Maka thought, 'What if...what if made a mistake?'
"Maka." Soul said.
"Huh?" Maka looked up with big eyes at Soul.
Soul cracked a grin, "I'm going to grant your request."
(1) You know how sometimes you have these worries, troubles, etc., and you're trying to keep a lid on it? Yeah well that's how Maka felt, except what Soul said (but didn't mean as offense to her) made her kinda snap. So yeah.
(2) You'll often hear me refer to Soul's cool, calm and collected exterior as a 'facade' because in a way, it's just an act. The occurrences in which he lets his guard down and exhibits actual emotions are, although rare, still existent. So that's why I often call Soul's attitude a 'facade' or 'pokerface'.
Oh and the reason why she asked him to kiss her instead of him first was because she had read in books that the guy always made the first move (which I know, it's entirely stereotypical-though in a lot cases true) and not the girl. So she was ready to wait. I know I might have just contradicted myself for earlier-and maybe later-chapters, but for this drabble, it fit so I went with it.
Oh and Happy Mother's day, Mom! And to all other moms! :D ;D :P