She's never done anything like this before, and it's the second coherent thought in her head when it happens.
The first one was about the feelings that the contrast between his soft lips and sharp teeth brought to her body. To say it was nice would be grossly underestimating the shivers that went down her spine as he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth.
She knows about him, has heard enough of the whispered rumors about his conquests in the changing rooms of DWMA, usually accompanied by giggles and wonderings about how satisfying it would be to fool around with the renowned "playboy" of Death City. Who also happens to be the Last Death Scythe.
Internally Maka's screaming. So many things were wrong with her current activity, but somehow, she couldn't bother thinking about her personal and work ethics while his hands were running up and down her sides, slowly but surely starting to make her squirm.
"You wanna, uh, go somewhere a little quieter, maybe?" He asks, a little more awkwardly than she expected considering how they got to that situation. His forehead is on hers, his hands settled on her waist while hers are on his chest. It's awfully cozy, but still shakes her with many, many negative emotions that she cannot even name at that moment. She must go somewhere quiet, alone, and contemplate (overthink) everything that's going on.
She tries pulling herself back from his embrace, causing him to frown while searching her eyes for any sign of displeasure, and his search is successful. Her eyes are open wide in panic, she seems so scared that he gathers his hands back in his chest to take hers away from his own body, moving especially fast like one of them would burn if he lingered any more than necessary on his quest to give her space.
He lingers though, before letting her hands go and the loss of contact leaves her with this uneasiness in her chest, like something monumental is missing.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I just thought—" Maka cuts him off before he could finish the sentence, almost yelling that it is okay, it's her fault anyway. She never does stuff like this.
"Me too," he replies, much to her shock. He reads it off her face so clearly that he lets out a bitter laugh. "Believe it or not."
Maka's brain is already working full speed at the implications of kissing him though, so deciding if she believes that or not is secondary on the list.
She mutters out some lame apology that he barely even hears along with some form of goodbye, and before he can even ask her if she needs a ride back home, she's turned her back on him. If she went any faster, she would create a whole new wind current in the club, and his stomach churns. Is that just how bad kissing him was?
Why was she so eager to escape him? Was it the teeth that was too much? Had he read her wrong, maybe she didn't want him to kiss her to begin with. He goes back to the bar where Kilik is sitting, sipping his drink while chatting up the bartender. He turns towards Soul the second he orders a beer.
"Dude, were you just making out with Maka fucking Albarn? The nerd?" he asks, incredulously. Soul doesn't turn even turn his head to look at him when he answers, "Yeah, so?"
"With how many guys she's turned down in the past month alone, I was sure she's either a prude, taken, or gay. You getting a smooch from her ruins all my theories." Kilik replies with a sigh, dramatically.
"Man, shut the fuck up, Kilik." he doesn't want to imagine any of those scenarios turning out to be true.
He lowers his face onto the bar for a second before sighing again, taking a huge sip of his beer, tapping Kilik's shoulder and getting the fuck out of the party himself.
He was staring, and she was trying so hard not to blush.
The first class after the party, and it was supposed to be an all-meisters class. It still is, but with the addition of him, to help Professor Stein with the day's subject, which is, coincidentally, resonating with a weapon more powerful than oneself.
"It's a good thing Soul here owed me a favor, who better to try this exercise with than the Last Death Scythe, right?" Professor Stein laughs with delight, as Soul's shoulders slump with a loud sigh.
"Now, who shall be our first volunteer…" he drawls out as he's scanning the room.
"YAHHOOOO, OF COURSE IT WILL BE ME, THE GREAT BLACK STAR! WHO OTHER CAN WIELD A DEATH SCYTHE SUCCESSFULLY OTHER THAN A GOD?"
The amount of stupid in those two sentences was so much that Maka couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes so hard it hurt. Soul seemed happy about it though, she was able to catch the smirk and finger guns as Black*Star started walking down the stairs to get to him and Stein.
Finger guns? She wanted to laugh despite herself, that was kind of lame. But it was also kind of cute.
She let her eyes roam over him for a second, and she could see why he had a full-on fan club. He has this aura of cool that came with the way he slouches, how he watches everything with uncaring eyes, and the slight smirk that always accompanies them. His body seemed to be chiseled even under all the layers he's wearing, with how wide his shoulders is. From what Maka could gather the other night, that guess is correct.
She also guessed somehow his hair color is real. She had also touched those, ran her hand through the locks and they were inexplicably soft. There is no way that could be dyed. And his eyes. Are looking at me!
She realizes way too late that she was staring at him so hard that he was probably able to feel it. Her head was resting on her hand with her elbow on the desk, and her eyes were running up and down his body before resting on his eyes. She lowered her eyes immediately, sporting probably the hugest, reddest blush of the century when their eyes met.
Those crimson eyes… She lowered her body down in her seat to hide in embarrassment. Those eyes were so carefully searching hers just two nights ago, and she could read everything in them. The lust, the confusion, the sadness, which were all emotions she was sure was present in her eyes as well as fear that night. Maybe she should have explained a little more.
She groaned at herself, having slid so low in her seat at that point that she's pretty sure only the top of her head is visible, and the sociopath must have sensed her reluctance, so of course, she is picked to "volunteer" for the exercise.
"Ms. Albarn, would you be so kind? Since you're already a scythe meister, it should be easier for you to demonstrate wielding Soul."
She wants to cry with how bad this class is going for her, but that is something that she should do at home. Alone. Maybe write about it in her journal or send her mom another letter and include this. Not like she reads them or anything, it's just an outlet for her at this point.
Soul can barely hear the argument between Black*Star and Stein. He's too busy trying to figure out what this girl's problem is.
Two nights ago, after giving him the best make out session he's ever had, she basically ran out of the club without looking back. She seemed panicked, scared, and he couldn't figure out why. He was sure she wouldn't be looking at him anytime soon.
But here she is, staring at him so intently, her eyes running up and down his body. He wants to be smug about it, he wants to be smug and tease her about it. But the only thing he's able to do is stare back, because what if he had done something that scared her, somehow? The memory of the fear in her green, huge eyes had kept him up all through the weekend.
He noticed how she tried to hide after he caught her eyes, is she embarrassed about being caught? About kissing him in the first place? About running out on him? Everything about her behavior is confusing, and he finds himself wanting to figure her out with every little detail. Their eyes meet again while she's coming down the stairs, but this time she doesn't avert them. She just keeps staring at him with a renewed fire in her emerald eyes, almost like a challenge. He keeps the eye contact for a second before lazily running his eyes over her clothes.
When he looks back in her eyes, she has a slight brush on her face again. He really wants to be smug about it.
"Now, Ms. Albarn, I would like you to wield Soul against me for a couple of minutes. After getting a feel of him, please try to resonate and use Witchhunter. Do not worry about harming me and just go for it, okay?"
It is a real struggle to not tell Professor Stein that she already had gotten a feel of Soul a couple nights before, but she decides not to stir any pots for the sake of a joke, and simply nods instead.
"Resonating with Soul might be overwhelming in the first couple tries as his wavelength is magnificent as a Death Scythe, so try not to force it and just keep fighting for a couple more minutes and try again later. Forcing his wavelength on yourself could result in getting harmed."
Maka nods again as Soul transforms, and she is pleasantly surprised with how natural it feels to hold him. It's weird, he's warmer than her own weapon, it doesn't feel like holding steel but more like holding his hand. Her body warms up delightfully, she thinks it must be a Death Scythe thing to feel so right to the meister. He's supposed to be able to be wielded by everyone.
She spins him around a couple of times, before Stein pushes Black*Star aside- who's still screaming, by the way- and beckons Maka to attack him with his hand as he gets into a defensive stance. That's only when she realizes he's only got a wooden stick in his hand to defend himself against her. Oh well. He said not to hold back, right?
Maka runs across the classroom towards Stein and tries to land a slice across his chest, which he dodges pretty easily. Next she knows, he's behind her and she's turning around and swinging Soul again to see if she can catch him.
Instead, he pokes her with the stick as he jumps away from the blade. She hears Soul snickering in his weapon form. There's a couple more minutes of Maka trying to reach Stein, him dodging and poking her and only once she's able to land a hit when Soul tells her what to do.
"He's been dodging backwards through the whole fight instead of right or left. Try attacking him from the side instead of just going from the front."
It's the first time Stein has to block her instead of dodging, and she's able to feel his wavelength strengthening the stick in order to be able to. He's thrown away by the sheer force of the attack, though the stick doesn't break.
"Now!" Soul yells, and she feels his wavelength surround hers for a second, waiting for hers to join him. She reaches out, and there's a flash of light.
And they are flying to opposite sides of the class.
Maka hits the first row of the desks as Soul is sent back towards the blackboard. They both groan as they are getting up, Stein asking both of them if they're alright. Maka is rubbing her head, and feels the familiar warmth of blood on her hand. She can hear Black*Star laughing about how she failed and can never be as great as himself, but she barely registers it as she's trying to comprehend what went wrong. Her head is spinning a little as she stares at the blood.
Soul is next to her in an instant, asking if she needs to go to the nurse's office as well, while Stein is announcing that they will continue this subject at a later date, and sends Black*Star back to his seat to continue the class with an argument about soul types.
"Soul, please accompany Ms. Albarn to the nurse's office. She seems a little disoriented."
She's about to protest, tell Professor Stein that she even feels good enough to continue, but the second she opens her mouth, Soul is pulling her towards the door by her wrist and her she decides that maybe that's enough of that class for today.
The way to the nurse's office is silent, and he doesn't let go of her wrist once, before opening the door and pulling her inside. She doesn't understand what went wrong. Neither does he. The question goes unanswered when the nurse asks them. Soul gets his left arm checked out after the nurse telling Maka her head is fine, and its just a little cut.
His jacket needs to come off for the nurse to be able to get to his shoulder, moving it in different angles to see if it's dislocated or not. And Maka's theories about how ripped he must be is proven. For a second, she can't take her eyes of his arm before turning around, feigning interest in the contents of the medicine cabinet instead. His arm is fine, the nurse announces, it might just be sore for a few days.
They leave the room in silence and walk back to the class to gather their stuff. It's almost time for the class to end so they wait in front of the door, once again in silence.
"What went wrong?" Maka asks out loud, not looking at him. Her shoes or the dusting of the floow must be more interesting than his face, he thinks.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." she lifts her head to see him staring at her, hard enough that he must be able to read everything that is going on in her head. "As a Death Scythe, I'm supposed to be able to resonate with anyone. Was what happened at the party so bad that your wavelength launches me with that kinda force?"
She can tell he's trying to sound indifferent, making this seem like a casual conversation when it's not. It's hard to think about the appropriate reply, explaining her psyche to someone who's basically a stranger that she kissed on a random Friday night was not on her bingo card for how she expected this day to go. But she hears the hurt anyway, the need for an explanation, and his eyes are betraying his voice in feigning the indifference.
"Look, it wasn't anything you did. The kiss was good…" his lips curl upwards as her voice gets smaller. "It was more of a personal thing. I don't just kiss people I just met, okay?"
"Yeah, I get that. Like I said, I don't do that either. But we've known each other for years, right? Even if it is just in passing." the reasoning is solid, and she doesn't know how to answer that. That was her only viable excuse. "Besides, I could tell that wasn't the issue. You looked scared. Did I do something wrong?"
"No! No, you didn't do anything wrong! Honest when I said the kiss was great." Maka retorts immediately. "It's really a Maka problem, not a Soul problem. Trust me, you're fine."
"Great, huh?" he muses, now with a smirk on his face. The comfort he feels the second she confirms that he didn't do anything wrong is unmatched by anything else he's felt in the last couple of days. Now that the air is cleared, he can be smug about it. "If you're getting scared of something when my tongue is down your throat, it's also a Soul problem. You're not gonna tell me?"
He shouldn't have been smug about it.
The next thing he feels is a punch on his already sore arm. "I'll make sure it's not a Soul problem ever again, then!" She all but yells, and while wincing in pain because damn this tiny ass girl packed a good punch, he notices how absolutely adorable she is when she's mad. Like a little kitty with her nails out and everything.
"Are you sure you will be able to? I'll even bet money that you won't be able to keep your hands off me for long, with the way you were mentally undressing me in class."
This time he was expecting it, but he still couldn't dodge it. Another hit, this time on the head with a hardcover book, hurt even more than the first. But the blush that reached her neck was totally worth it.
His hands move from her face to her neck, fingertips gently gliding on her skin before grabbing her chin a little more roughly to angle her head, deepening the kiss. Even with the bass thumping around them, she's able to hear even the smallest sighs he makes, and it makes her heart beat even more rapidly than before.
Her hands move on their own accord, moving to the back of his neck, one set of fingers diving in the hairs on his nape, the others moving inside his shirt to scratch at his back. When she pulls on the hair, twisting a lock around a finger, he lets out a groan and pulls back just a little to look into her eyes. He looks so pretty with the lights dancing around them, bouncing off his hair and making his eyes seem more black than red. Maybe they were more black than red at that moment, she wasn't completely sure.
He doesn't stay away from her mouth for longer than a minute, diving right back in with his hands strategically placed on her back now to pull her flush to his body. There isn't a single point of her that isn't touching him and it makes her shiver delightfully. His body is so warm and the way he's hugging her to himself, combined with the way he's kissing her- so slowly but full of passion, makes her feel precious.
They are swaying with some kind of a rhythm, but it doesn't match the music that's currently playing. It almost feels like there's another song playing that only the pair of them can hear.
She keeps pulling on his hair, and he lets out another growl before pushing his tongue in her mouth. For her, it feels weird at first to have someone else's tongue in her mouth, having to keep her mouth open while still trying to kiss him is hard and makes her feel the need to concentrate more on not showing how new to this she is. The feel of his tongue on hers starts to feel better after a while, and she lets herself try being more assertive with it as well.
He tastes like the beer he's put aside, as well as the birthday cake they ate before and it's really not supposed to be a good combination, but it so is. Maybe she's also drunk, she had really liked the cake, and she assumes she must really like the person who starts sucking her tongue as well. She whimpers at the feel, and he pulls back again. Mouth slightly open and chest heaving as he stares at her.
"Maka…" he whispers as he places a tiny kiss to the corner of her mouth, then a couple on her cheek, and it already feels like she's melting in his hands when he places an even smaller one right under her ear. Her hands fall from his neck to his waist, she's not even able to keep her arms up that high anymore. Then she's putty as he goes up and down on the side of her neck with his kisses, producing light moans from her mouth and she finds herself wishing he would be a little rougher.
"You like that? Neck kisses?" he whispers in her ear, letting his cheek rest on hers as she nods fervently.
They stay hugging for a moment, and her mind starts running wild. Her damn mind, not letting her enjoy this euphoric moment. He goes back to kissing her, and the moment she feels his teeth on her bottom lip…
She wakes up.
The second she lifts her head from her pillow she wants to scream. She knows what happens after that. She runs out of there as fast as she can like a cat running from a dog, ruining possibly the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Deciding that just lying there screaming is counterproductive, she gets up to get some water. Passing by the door of the empty room, she sighs while walking into the kitchen. That room always haunts her, reminding her of how lonely she is even without a weapon partner at that moment.
Her old partner had left her to go back to her hometown to be with her family after the Kishin had been defeated, and she had been without a designated partner for years now. She would still go on missions, but with weapons who are without partners much like her, and she had never been able to find a good connection that she could think about working with for a longer time than just a single mission.
Except for Soul.
It felt so good to be fighting with him, even if it was for a couple of minutes. Call her sentimental, but it was like they were meant to work together. She shakes her head while throwing herself on the couch. It was most likely that all Death Scythes feel like that to the wielder, they're supposed to be Death's own weapons. Or maybe it was the moment they shared a couple of days ago that made her feel closer to him somehow.
It was ruined by that awful try at resonance, anyways.
Maka knows it's extremely hard to resonate with a weapon, especially one that you don't share a personal relationship with. Even though one would argue that after having their tongues down each other's throats, as he so nicely put it, they are well acquainted. But she doesn't know anything about him other than his devastating good looks, sarcastic and cool nature, and the fact that he's probably has enough broken hearts behind him to make a trail from Death City to Tokyo.
Me too. He had said when she told her she never kisses random strangers. Believe it or not.
She doesn't know what to believe.
He sounded genuine when he was telling her that, his eyes seemed too honest and open to be lying. But the kiss was so good that she's sure there must be some practice behind it. She hides her face in her hands.
But we've known each other for years, right? Even if it is just in passing.
The reasoning was definitely solid. Maybe this is what he meant when he said he doesn't do that. Maybe he always reasons that he's seen that nights girl around a couple of times, so he basically knows her, right?
Yeah, that must be it, Maka decides. All the men are just the same, they would do anything, say anything to get inside some poor girl's skirt! Oh the audacity to act like they're in the same situation! Though it wasn't Maka's first kiss, it was definitely the best, and longest one that she's gotten. And none of them had made her feel both like she's flying and crashing to the ground at the same time.
She groans when she remembers his voice, the sighs and the groans he made, how worried he looked when she pulled away like that… He was quick to take his hands and lips off her the second he noticed she was uncomfortable. Did I do something wrong? It sounded like he really cared that he didn't cross any lines or boundaries, like he really cared about her… Is that how he gets all the girls he's been with?
Burying her face in the cushions of the couch won't help her escape her thoughts or her attraction towards this man with amazing kisses and questionable intentions, but she had to try something to get rid of the frustration that her body is filled to the brim with somehow. Fastly. Before tomorrow, preferably.
Her hand glides inside her sleep pants of its own accord.
You like that? Neck kisses?
Yeah, that seems like a good place to continue from.
Hello everyone, thank you for reading this first chapter! I had this idea for a couple of days after basically drowning in Soul Eater fanfiction in the past weeks, and it's my first ever English fanfiction as well as my first fanfiction in around 10 years.
I have started to right the second chapter to this right after posting the first episode, so if anyone reads this: I probably won't make you wait for long. This episode was definitely not proofread, not beta'd, just posted immediately after I was done with it, basically. I was too excited not to share it as fast as possible.
Anyway, I hope you liked it! I think I will make this into a 5, maybe 6 chapter story. I'm not exactly sure yet, but we'll see how it goes.
See you next time!