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

By: amy2may

Collection of One-Shots: Soul Eater Edition

Story Four: Taking Cover

Summary: Maka is afraid of tornadoes. Soul is afraid she's insane. Enjoy.

Rating: K+

(for some language I might of forgot about!)

Word Count: 775

Author's Notes:

Wow, it's been a while since I've updated, so sorry if this is really crappy. I'm in a musical and so half of my summer is taken so yeah! This story is based on my biggest fear- tornadoes. I've had traumatic experiences so I at least wanted to make the best out of my fears with SoMa fluff!

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. JUST MY OWN FEARS.

"Damaging winds up to 70 miles per hour, with a slight rotation forming. Those in
Death City take cover immediately as the storm is heading directly in your direction
and should be there in an estimated three minutes. More coming up after this."
Maka was pacing back and forth, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Soul's eyes
followed her as she made her way to the left side of the room once more today.
Irritably, Soul sighed and rested his head on his fist. "Maka, seriously, how long are
you going to do this?"

"You know tornadoes are my worst fear." She spat in return. The wind began to pick
up speed as their bickering continued, the leaves rustling started to pound against the
house along with limbs that strayed from their branches. One particular limb falling
onto the powerline. Maka let out a scream, launching herself at her roommate.

Soul fell back onto the couch with an 'oomph', cursing under his breath. The storm had
knocked out their power and updates on the raging storm, the last thing he needed was
his Meister falling apart on him. Literally.

He stood up, his partner still clinging to him enough where he didn't even have to hold
her up; she was stuck to him like super glue. "Alright, Maka," he groaned, hoisting her
up onto his hip, "We are going to the storm,cellar." Nodding, she wrapped her legs
around his waist and whimpered into his collar.

Stepping down the stairs to their apartments, Soul felt ridiculous, as if he were having
to carry a baby on his chest. When he signed up to attend Shibusen, he never would
have imagined that this was what he was signing up for. Granted, he must of chosen
the wrong group to hang around with, because somehow, it was always them being
dragged into these kinds of things.

Once reaching the bottom floor, Soul had his own realization as to how chaotic the
storm really was.

The wind was howling and roughly whipping trash, twigs, dirt, and other litter out in
the streets. Dry lightning cracked across the sky, followed by great rolls of thunder.
Branches were falling left and right, along with the blueberry-sized hail.

Maka held tightly onto her partner's shirt, squeezing her eyelids tightly together and
her teeth clenched. "Soul!" She cried, her voice cracking, desperately. His white hair
frequently blew in his face, making him squint his eyes in an attempt to located the
shelter, given these events don't occur too often due to their desert-like surroundings.
And how a tornado grew to be Maka's worst fear instead of- I dunno -a Kishin or Witch?
Soul will never know.

Nevertheless, he evacuated the trembling girl into one of the few storm shelters. He
opened the dwarf-door and allowed Maka to slide off of him before he pulled the chain
for the old light to flicker on and letting the two crawl in the small area, shutting the
door behind them.

Despite the fact they were underground and out of harm's way, Maka continued to
shake in her boots as the wind grew louder outside. The teen next to her rolled his
eyes, again, and hoisted her form up onto his lap, allowing her to bury her face in the
crook of his neck, her arms wrapped around his neck, as well.

A deep shade of red took place on his face while awkwardly pat her back.
This was going to be a long day.

Soul woke up to the sound of light breathing in his ear. Blinking a couple of times to
renew his vision. Once he could see straight, the Weapon realized that his Meister was
sound asleep in his lap.

Her sleeping body laid slanted on his, her head against his shoulder blade, her hands
curled into loose fists in front of her mouth which was slightly open. Her small legs
were bent next to his thigh, knees resting on his torso. As for the boy underneath her,
he was simply sprawled out. Legs spread, one arm thrown over his partner and the
other limp at his side.

He observed his surroundings, concluding that they had fallen into slumber in the
storm cellar. Even though the sound of winds at 70 miles per hour were no longer
heard, he still couldn't tell if there were clear skies yet or not. He'd never tell her, but
he let a few more hours pass just so they wouldn't have to leave this cramped, yet cozy
room.

Soul kind of wished for more tornado visits in Death City, Nevada.