Author's Note: I've been forgetting my disclaimers! Oops. Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater~ Also, my laptop came so unbelievably close to crashing the other day. It had so many viruses. Yikes! Luckily, a friend of mine saved it. Otherwise, I would've lost all of my fanfiction. Haha. I panicked. Luckily, I can still update. xD
Thanks again for the reviews, SoulForAnime, maple the wacky tree, Enthusiastic Reader, DemonFoxToy, and Midnight Ghost. ^^ As well as the alerts and favorites!
Warnings: Again, I have no idea where this would take place on the timeline. Haha. But there aren't really any big-time spoliers for the series here, so...Enjoy!
He couldn't help kissing her.
He supposed it did warrant a slap on her part, considering how unexpected (and, though he felt ashamed to admit it, awkward) it had been.
They were simply sitting there on the fountain in the center of the city, chatting about everything and nothing and listening to the low hum of the water's peaceful flow, and he suddenly turned to her and saw her lit-up face silhouetted by the sunshine and told her to turn his way, unsure as to why.
He found himself placing his hand on hers gently, his other free hand cupping her cheek. Then, before they both knew it, his lips covered hers and long-buried feelings abruptly were upturned and available, neither of them having any clue as to where to look or what to do.
She blushed, slapped him, and walked away, silently fuming and embarrassed all at once.
Are all first kisses supposed to suck that much? he wondered as realization struck him like her hand, leaving a red mark on his face and on his heart. Now how am I gonna fix this? That was completely uncool.
He can't say he entirely regretted it, though.
And Maka regretted not deepening it when she had the chance.