A Sound Soul Dwells Within a Sound Mind and a Sound Body

By: amy2may

Collection of One-Shots: Soul Eater Edition

Story Three: Isolation

Summary: Maka realizes that she has fallen in love with Soul and she will go to any extent to keep this discovery a secret.

Rating: K+

(for slight language)

Word Count: 2,055

Author's Notes:

Updating earlier than I thought, but I had started this story a while back, so I just realized how close I was to finishing it and yeah... I decided to finish it because you guys are amazing! Thank you so much for all of the reviews, follows, and favorites! It means the world to me! Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, OR THE CHARACTERS. ONLY THE PROMPT.

Isolation

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It had been a rough day of training. Maka and Soul both knew the struggles would only grow for the two of them. Not only had they screwed up getting their hundredth soul, mistaking Blair as a Witch, but also they had to start over entirely. Surprisingly, the partners took their failure quite well, willing to start over again; they both understood that it was possible for them to gain that many souls, and step up to the home plate like they were before. Even if that meant having to run the bases that have already been imprinted with their footsteps.

That, though, was not the only obstacle. After Soul and Maka's challenge with Stein, testing their partnership, seeing if the two could have disagreements and still keep their soul-wavelengths intact, Maka had been struggling with herself.

Obviously, the challenge started off shaky, but the Meister and Weapon had to make the ultimate decision on what was more important, their little disputes, or advancing with one another. That was enough for them to obtain the main goal they had set for themselves in the first place. With that, they had won another battle together.

However, Maka and Soul have never felt so connected. Those specific events replayed over and over in the shorthaired girl's mind, and it still amazed her how far they have come. Yet, for some reason, Maka felt a sentimental relationship towards Soul. She couldn't exactly point out what it was, or what kind of feeling it was, but she was positive that such an emotion dwelled within her, and due to that, she had been avoiding Soul ever since. The brunette realized that wasn't a very strategical move on her part, but she could not help it, afraid of completely destroying the bond they have created.

She sighed, as Maka hugged her knees and admired the scenery that could be seen from her window. It was so difficult for her to comprehend, and it almost hurt. Soul had seemed to notice her isolating herself from the group and had pestered her a few times about it, but she always brushed him off, pretending that she was alright. Of course, Soul wasn't an idiot (for the most part), and Maka was well aware that Soul knew better than to believe her. The small girl had never lied with such ease, much to her annoyance.

Maka's thoughts were interrupted when she heard the TV flip off and a door close. Knowing it was Soul, she perked up. The young Meister was starving. She refused dinner from the Scythe, saying she wasn't hungry. Although, she didn't lie when she said that. With all the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and the uneasy emotions that were assumed to be her newly discovered feelings towards Soul, her appetite was pretty occupied at the moment. As the hours of thinking and being almost quarantined in her room, however, Maka figured her butterflies and her "Soul-Eater-Evans-Feelings" fought to the death, leaving no survivors and her stomach empty.

The Technician couldn't help but to release a sigh when she stood up and walked to her door. Her breath shook slightly, as the anxiety built up, along with the rate of her heart increasing. Maka was afraid of bumping into Soul. She wouldn't know what to do or say! She has never been placed in such a nerve-wracking position before in her life! All Maka knew was that she would have to let him know eventually, and just thinking of that caused her to hold her breath. Whether she liked it or not, Soul was her Weapon, and in time of resonating their souls and continuing their work as a team, this would only be harder to hide.

Never, in her life, would Maka risk her friendship with Soul simply to hide her attraction towards him. As time passed, she knew that if she kept these thoughts buried deep below, the more obstacles her and Soul would have to overcome. Their wavelengths would sooner-or-later become off-balanced.

All of this, because Maka had fallen in love with her partner.

Exhaling once more, Maka turned her doorknob slowly, her door creaking as she carefully tugged it open. Despite her efforts in making this soundless trip to the kitchen, she was failing horribly, and poor Maka hadn't even taken one step outside of her room. The door eventually cracked open just enough for her to squeeze her body through. The girl's emerald orbs scanned the room. When it appeared to be empty, Maka relaxed some of the tension she unknowingly had building up within her.

She tiptoed towards her destination, patting herself on the back, feeling nothing but pure accomplishment. Therefore, to drain her excitement, she hopped an outstanding one-inch off the ground, throwing her fist up, and opening her mouth to let out a silent cheer. She then did a double take, verifying the fact that both Blair and Soul were still locked away in their rooms.

With a content sigh, Maka began to pull out the desired meats and condiments to decorate her sandwich. With a swipe of mayonnaise, a pinch of salt and pepper, a slice of pepper-jack cheese, a slab of turkey, a squirt of mustard, and a dash of oregano, her masterpiece was complete! At this point, Maka was practically drooling as she rubbed her hands together, ready to devour her meal.

Grabbing her plate and plucking a napkin from their pantry, the small brunette carefully set her things down on the coffee table in the living room, and took a seat on the couch, savoring the feeling of the soft cushions as she was finally free to relax. That is until she spotted the television remote across the room sitting on top of the TV, taunting her. She groaned and stomped her foot on the carpet, before clutching the device in her hand and clicking the on button, instantly turning the volume down so no one knew she was outside of her room. Flicking the remote on the couch, Maka decided to fix herself a glass of water while she was still standing.

While tapping her foot, Maka filled her glass with water and began making her way back to her food, when she came to a sudden stop in the doorframe. The Meister wanted to bellow out in frustration at this point. There, in front of her, was her Weapon sprawled out on the couch, obviously waiting for her return. The last thing Maka wanted to do was make any kind of contact with Soul, but of course, as if planned, he was there, guarding her work of culinary art. A pleasant surprise, however, was that Soul had not taken any interest to her sandwich. Honestly, Maka would have expected Soul to be munching on it by now, but obviously, he was there for another reason.

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Gripping harder to her cup, Maka slowly backed up, trying to quietly maneuver herself around the house and back into her room without being caught. Her plan failed horribly when she heard, "Maka, I know you're there. It's uncool to avoid your partner."

The dirty blonde cursed under her breath, beginning to step backwards more hastily, now. Maka put down her water on the counter before turning on her heel and darting towards the door that led inside her room, but right as she was about to reach her place of comfort, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her to a abrupt halt, with a tiny, high pitched yelp leaving her lips.

"S-Soul!" Maka squealed, struggling to release herself from his hold. "Soul," she tried to reason, as the boy lifted her bridal-style, "I just want to eat my dinner in peace!" Maka squirmed in his arms, but Soul continued to walk in the direction of the living room, ignoring her.

Dropping the petite girl on the couch, the silver-haired teen held her in place by grabbing her shoulders, shaking her upper body, slightly. Even though Maka averted her eyes from his, Soul's stare was icy, yet it was as if those crimson eyes were pleading, confused, hurting, and even. It almost made her shiver. Isolating herself from her closest friends, and the one person her soul can bond with, stung her heart. Sadly, facing the girl's pathetic insecurities, she felt as if it had to be done. Soul, on the other hand, disagreed entirely.

"Maka, what the hell is up with you?!" He growled, causing his friend to cringe. Sure, Soul knew making the other-half-of-his-duo feel bad was extremely uncool, but Maka had been making him feel the same way. It was about time she knew how he felt, too.

"Come on, Tiny Tits; answer me." Hearing the nickname he had given her when they first met infuriated the girl. Her eyes shot up to meet his, flames meeting flames. They both were obviously pissed, but they were also both obviously dying without each other.

"Shut up, Soul! If you are so unhappy with me, you could find yourself someone with an hourglass figure to make you feel better about your 'cool status!'" She snapped back. The words felt like an attack that reflected back to the person who directed it.

Soul's eyes softened, only to become hard again as he comprehended her words. "Maka," the sterling-haired Weapon began, his voice low, "I don't want anyone else." His gaze refused to meet hers, "That isn't the point, though." Soul adjusted his stare back to his handler, pulling her close, their noses centimeters from touching. "What's up? Why are you avoiding us? No, why are you avoiding me, Maka?" Her mouth was gaping slightly, arms hanging limply at her sides, and tears outlining the Meister's piercing, green orbs.

She attempted to free herself from Soul's grasp, however she only got angrier at the fact that she couldn't. Sighing, Maka looked down at her lap and allowed her bangs to drape over her features. She bit her lip and mumbled, "Just let me go, Soul. You know I'm not strong enough to fight you..."

He relaxed, sighing, "Maka, I just need to know what's been up. As partners, I have to know. You can't continuously hide your soul wavelength. I mean what's up with that?! How are we supposed to fight? You are struggling to keep it hidden from me!" He screeched, "What?! What is so damn secretive, Maka?!"

Abruptly turning her head, she whispered, "I didn't want you to find out." With that, she released her wavelength in order for Soul to understand what had distracted his Meister for so long.

And he did.
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The wavelength had so much force, her partner's back slammed against the couch, but it didn't cause pain. It was more like a sensation. Lightness floated around him, filling his chest with nothing Soul had ever felt before in his years of living.

True love, at it's finest.
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Though, by the time he felt it all, Maka was already on her feet, tears streaking her face with clenched fists at her side.

"There!" she cried out, suddenly cupping her hand over her mouth to muffled her sobs, shutting her eyelids together, tightly. "There."

Beginning to walk away, the Meister was stopped by weight holding her wrist. Yet, she refused to face his direction, that was until he spun her around, swiping her hand away from her lips, and kissing her, passionately.

Maka squealed a tad, eyes widening, before melting completely. Soul had loosened his grip on her wrists, Maka then using that to her advantage as she maneuvered her hands to the back of his neck. Her partner soon following along, by wrapping his arms around her waist and smiling into the kiss. Lips gliding in perfect harmony.

Hesitantly pulling apart, the couple lingered, feeling each other's hot breaths on their lips. Then, resting their foreheads on their significant other's, big jade eyes searched for his darker ones, as if she were asking him the unspoken question.

In response, Soul pressed a feather kiss against Maka's lips before grinning, sincerely; something she hadn't seen in ages, and she returned the gesture.

"I love you, Maka."

Sobbing freely and jumping, coiling her legs around his waist, his newly pronounced love about strangled him in an embrace, her face in the crook of his neck.

A/N:

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"I love you, too, Soul."