Hey there! :D This is kind of a quick update, so yay! This week is has been pretty awesome all of my friends are coming back to town, job is going good, and I have been reading obsessive amounts of fanfiction. Just to let you guys know I love you all! I am so impressed that we have reached 101 reviews. This story is getting much more love, than it probably deserves and I want to thank you. I may get around to rewriting the beginning chapters so that they flow with the rest of the story better, just a heads up. It may take a while to be done though because of my new story. I have no idea if this will slow down my update time but I promise I will finish this story. I have no end in sight so yeah we will see how that goes. Now on to Soul and Maka, WHOO!
Disclaimer: Ummm… yah still don't own Soul Eater but I own a whore and a pervert and they really need to leave Soul and Maka alone.
I slumped in my chair groaning with relief the quiet was nice. It was familiar and it gave me the peace of mind to sit here and think about what I was going to tell Liz. I needed to just tell her maybe it could be like a band-aid, just rip it right off.
I groaned at the analogy, it sucked to rip a band-aid off. Usually it pulled all the invisible hairs and left a rim of grim. There was nothing clean or comforting about ripping the damn bandage off. Pushing my hand through my hair, I tried to come up with something, anything but nothing came. Fuck, I was screwed. May be if I read I could come up with something. Reaching down I began to pull my book out of my overstuffed bag, yanking the book with a little too much force I sent it flying. Pens, papers, and binders scattered over the carpeted floor. Cursing I stood and made my way over to the discarded cloth.
Giving the bag a dirty look, I tossed it to the ground and fell to my knees. Crawling around the floor, I began to fill my bag, shoving all the discarded pens in with no real organization or pattern. I was pissed, today was awful. I may as well have stayed home, I didn't even go to my important class, I couldn't participate in anything physical, and I only had Marie's death scythe class later but I didn't have a fucking death scythe. He was out being tortured by my overbearing father.
Crawling around the floor, I began stacking my papers, I had known they were going to fall out eventually but I had been too lazy, to actually do anything about them. I should probably just hole punch now, groaning I pulled the discarded binders out. I was just about finished digging the last of the papers out from under the table when I heard a shout.
I was about to raise my head and see who had entered the library so rudely, but I forgot that I was under a friggin table. I slammed into the wood, stars exploded behind my eyes as I slumped forward. Clutching my head, I held in a stream of obscene curses.
I heard muffled voices and a slam of the large oak doors; I even heard the faint click of the doors. Shit, I was locked in this room with someone who had fricking detention. God, there really was no point to coming to school today.
In the far corner I heard someone muttering and cursing, crawling out from under the table I felt the slight bump on the top of my head. I rubbed the throbbing skin, cursing my stupidity. How the hell do you forget you are under a table?
I sat on the floor, letting my eyes clear and waiting for some of my balance to return. After a minute, I decided that I felt better. I shakily moved from sitting position to all fours. I gave my head a rough shake and began to stand, damn. I laughed at my shaky limbs and took a step towards my chair, suddenly the earth tipped. Shit, I clinched my eyes waiting for the inevitable shot of pain to travel up my spine… but it didn't come. Instead, I felt a very solid chest against my back, turning my head I prayed that I knew the savior.
Staring up I let out a happy laugh it was Soul of course. He was always my savior.
"Hey there!" I smiled at the weapon earning myself one of Soul's stunning full smiles.
"Hey yourself," he laughed pulling me up. "I thought the library was empty," he smirked raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, I've been in here since you left." I chuckled. Thank god, my dad was an idiot, if it had been any other teacher I wouldn't have gone unnoticed.
"Well I think you're stuck in here till school ends, which is really uncool. Your dad sucks." Soul scowled at me. I raised an eyebrow and took in Soul's disheveled appearance. His clothes were unusually rumpled and his hair was kind of a mess, guess my father was being serious when he said he would kill Soul.
"You're a mess," I smiled again.
Soul sent me a dirty look as he took a seat at my dirty table. "What happened to your bag?"
I let out a groan of frustration and slumped back into my seat, "Stupid thing spilled."
Soul let out a peal of laughter; it almost made the situation funny. "Maybe you shouldn't carry everything you own in that little bag." He smirked, tipping back in the chair.
I fought the urge to slip my foot under his chair and tip the annoying bastard on his head. "Whatever, I don't carry everything I own. Just the stuff I need," I muttered, pouting at the annoying weapon.
Suddenly his smarmy expression was gone, he held an intense expression, I didn't want to say angry, but I couldn't describe his face. It looked solemn and thoughtful which was a bit of a stretch for the droopy-eyed boy. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable under his scrutinizing look.
"What? Is something on my face?" I joked pulling away from his stare.
Suddenly I felt hands cup my jaw, looking up I saw that Soul had moved closer. Suddenly the proximity was overwhelming. The room was too hot and every sound echoed. Staring into his crimson eyes I saw a flit of uncertainty, I was about to ask what was wrong but before I could, his lips were pressed against mine. I felt his tongue slid against my lower lip, tracing each curve before pressing between them, and tracing my teeth. I groaned as my arms came up to slide around his neck and pull him closer.
My hands moved up to touch his hair; one went to play the silky hairs that rested against his neck, while the other ran through the thick locks. His tongue collided with mine and it became a dance of dominance. I put up a semblance of a fight, pushing against his while trying to move it back into his mouth. His tongue quickly took the lead; the dance was slow and sensual. I was thankful that I was sitting or my knees would have given out when his tongue gave the roof of my mouth a lick.
He pulled away from the kiss taking in a deep breath. He paused staring into my eyes; he gave me a snarky grin before planting smaller, lighter kisses down my chin. He began lapping at my exposed neck, trails of spit snaked behind. I expect gut retching disgust but somehow with Soul it was all right. Ah, so that's how spit had changed, a playful grin spread across my lips. I was about to pull Soul back to my mouth when I felt a nip to the side of my neck. Pleasure was intense, but then the image of my father's fuming face flashed through my mind.
Panting I pulled away from Soul's ministrations, "No bites you moron." I groaned at the weapon before pulling him back into a kiss. I felt his smirk widen as he leaned in to deepen the kiss.
Suddenly the intercom buzzed to life, scaring the shit out of me, making me jump. I watched Soul's amused expression before he wiped spit from his face. Suddenly I felt the trails of spit on my neck and my chin. Ewww… I pulled Soul close and used his shirt as a makeshift towel. He laughed at my exaggerated scrubbing.
"Hello, this is Death the Kid." Kid sighed into the intercom, "As you may have noticed my father announced the dance that will take place next Friday evening. It will be the first annual Death Weapon Meister Academy homecoming of sorts. It will take place at eight sharp the attire will be formal. It is a costume ball so feel free to wear a mask or simply come as you."
He let out another sigh as the muffled noises of his father were heard in the background, "Yes, well that will be all."
I laughed at his disgruntled voice, Kid was way too uptight, turning I gave Soul a look. He had his face pulled into a big grin, "Well Maka, want to be my date."
"Will you dance with me?" I pursed my lips.
"Yes, I will dance with you." He crankily replied moving closer.
"Well, I don't know. I could ask James," I smiled tapping a finger against my lip staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly I was pulled into a mind-blowing kiss, "Not cool Maka." Soul breathed against my face, his chest was heaving, and his eyes had taken on a predatory look.
I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow.
"All right Soul Eater Evans," I smiled. "You have a date."
The next few hours were a flurry of kisses, cleaning, and lounging. The best part was my father's face when he found us in a corner; I had been reading the last few lessons when Soul had fallen asleep in my lap. My fingers were splayed through his hair, as he lightly snored; I think my father's face was the same hue as his bright red hair. When he began to shout, I chucked the thick book at his head. I watched with a small satisified smile, as he lay dead on the floor. Overall, today had been a good day.
Guys because I love you and I still have no idea what I am going to do about this whole Liz situation, I gave you a kiss scene. YAH! I am awesome. However, really I have no idea what to do. The only plausible scenario I can come up with is an angry Liz, which is going to be a pain to write. Blah! All right, I need to suck it up and write it already but really this was a nice little romance filler thingy. So yah. If you liked it go review and if you really liked it favorite and follow! XD