This is my first fanfiction here on this site. I plan to make each chapter around 1500 words or more (cuz bigger is better right?)
SO! Please critique and give me reviews! I would really appreciate it. *ahem* now...
Me: Soul, please do the honors.
Soul: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coin...
Me: *slaps* DO IT RIGHT!
Soul: Fine, fine. Nadeine doesn't own Soul Eater or any of its characters. Though I know she wishes she does. *smirk*
Me: Continue being sarcastic. I'm going to make you do embarassing stuff with Maka now. Or maybe hook her up with another character. Kidd x Maka fans would love that
Soul: *mumbles* I'm sorry...
Chapter 1
Soul
Her head at a tilted angle, her hair pulled up into their usual ponytails, her forest green eyes half lidded as she absorbed the words in the book she was reading. Soul took every detail of her in as he sat next to her, books propped up in a show of studying for the upcoming test. He wondered what it was that made his heart skip a beat, and his stomach clench up just by looking at his meister.
She was geeky, annoying, flat-chested, and nearly always physically abused him. Yet she was amazing, lovable, and adorable. He didn't know why such a deep connection resonated between them, especially since they lived completely different lives before they met. In the beginning he was unsure about everything, taking doubt in everything he came across, always wary. But when she came into the picture, he began to let go of every doubt he had, and being cool wasn't so important anymore. Only she mattered.
"Soul?" his response was slow, as he shook himself from his dazed state and faced her with what he hoped was a bored look. "Are you really studying or are you dozing off?" Her large, green eyes narrowed in disapproval and her tone stern.
"I'm studying. Look, I'm reading this Biology book. See?" he pointed toward the book in front of him. He saw her raise her eyebrows and glanced at the book.
"Interesting, considering tomorrows test ISN'T Biology." She said in a sarcastic tone. Her eyes creased as they lifted in a smile. "Get to studying, Soul."
His eyes temporarily wandered towards the textbook she slid in front of him. There were Sticky Notes attached to all the pages, simplifying the difficult explanations. Soul wondered why they were there, considering Maka had no difficulty in understanding it with her level of intelligence. From the corner of his eye he saw her lift the sides of her mouth in a small, secretive smile, and he realized they were for him. Just then, he felt lightheaded as the knot in his stomach tightened. He sat up straight and began to read only the notes. The typed text didn't interest him in the least. All that captured his attention was the neat, careful handwriting, slightly tilted to the side, written solely for him. He would not let it go to waste. Studying wasn't cool in the least, but when it came to her it didn't matter.
He was so absorbed in reading and memorizing that he jumped slightly when Maka's head hit the table with a muffled thump. He jumped to his feet in worry and was about to shake her when he noticed her deep breathing. She fell asleep. Sighing in relief, Soul slumped back into his chair and tilted his head backwards and sighed in frustration. He continuously worried about her and even the smallest of things set him on edge. Only she could have extorted this kind of reaction from him. Soul shrugged off his hoodie and made a make-shift pillow, slowly sliding it beneath her head. He froze when her breathing hitched but continued when her eyes didn't open.
Soul lowered his head on the table, facing her. Being this close to her face filled him with an indescribable sensation. He felt like he could stare at her forever and never get bored. The slight movement beneath her closed eyelids, the sounds her breathing, all interested him. But what captivated him the most was the soft curves of her lips and the way they were slightly parted.
As Maka stirred, Soul realized he was entirely too close to her face and hurried to make it seem as if he were studying all along.
"Eh? Soul? Sorry, I fell asleep." She yawned, rubbing her eyes in attempt to be more awake. Just the other day they had a mission in France, and Maka hasn't gotten over the time difference just yet. It didn't help that she continuously refused to sleep during their trip, since the city's lights called out to her. Soul smiled at the memory of her face, filled with wonder, absorbing the scenery and trying her best to commit the sight to memory. For fun he went ahead and bought her a beret. He meant it as a joke, but the joy that lit up her face took him completely by surprise and filled him with a sense of achievement and happiness.
Maka stood up and stretched. She wasn't wearing her typical plaid skirt and vest, but rather summer shorts, a hoodie and sneakers. While he liked seeing her in skirt, he loved her in shorts. It showed off her legs, which were long and slender, much better than in her typical skirt. He watched as she lifted her arms in a smooth movement, stretching the sleepiness away. His eyes followed her fluid movements, wondering how those arms would feel like wrapped around him…
Just then a loud bang startled them both into jumping to their feet. Their apartment door flew open with such force, Soul didn't doubt that the wall had suffered at least a dent if not a crack.
"THE GREAT I HAS CHOSEN TO GRACE YOU WITH HIS PRESENCE. BE GRATEFUL! BWAHAHAHAHA!" shouted Black*Star at the top of his lungs. Trailing behind him was Tsubaki, with an apologetic look on her face, tinged pink with embarrassment.
"MAKA CHOP!"
Black*Star was left on the floor, face down, with a book sized dent on his head. The fool never learnt his lesson despite the fact that this was over the hundredth time this had happened. But it never seemed to affect him, because almost as soon as he was knocked out he'd jump up to his feet again and start screaming more obscenities. This time was no exception.
"SOUL!" he shouted, slinging his arm over Soul's shoulders. "Let's go shoot some hoops, eh? If you win it's my treat! I got Kidd to agree to play and you know that symmetric bastard…" Soul tuned out Black*Star's prattle and focused more on what seemed to be Maka and Tsubaki whispering to each other secretly. Normally he would have accepted this as typical girl behavior, but the way they kept sneaking glances in his and Black*Star's direction made him wary and curious.
Recently he had noticed changes in Maka's behavior. It was like she had become more…feminine. It wasn't that he didn't like the change, just the opposite really. He was more worried that others might not oppose the change either. She had grown a lot and you could see she definitely had curves. Small, but they were there.
But Soul felt that the more Maka matured, the more she would be inclined to focus on things that didn't include him. More and more lately she'd go out without him, when previously she had stuck by his side like glue. She would paint her nails every once in a while, despite them chipping when they trained or were on a mission, and lip gloss was a regular object in her purse. Soul wondered more and more each day, what exactly caused her to take such interest in things she previously thought were useless and a waste of time and money?
"OI! MAKA AND TSUBAKI! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS WHISPERING ABOUT? LET'S GO SHOOT SOME HOOPS!" Maka and Tsubaki slightly jumped, as if being caught in the act of doing something they shouldn't, and nodded. As Maka rushed into the bedroom to change clothes, apparently that hoodie and those shorts aren't basketball appropriate, while Tsubaki stood there with an awkward posture and looked at Soul in a hesitant way, as if she was contemplating whether to ask him something or not. But before she could make up her mind Maka came back, with a basketball jersey and another pair of shorts pulled on, and her fingers pink from slipping her sneakers on. Despite her usual orderliness, she always seemed to rush putting on shoes, and never bothered to unlace them.
On the basketball court Soul leapt into the fray between the twin pistols and their meister. Kidd was fretting about their asymmetrical positions on court. Liz was trying to convince him that being symmetrical would give them a disadvantage, while Patty drew a giraffe on the court floor with chalk.
Soul watched as Maka stepped onto the court and began stretching. She was the type to always be careful not to pull a muscle during any kind of exercise. His eyes followed her movements and when the light of the sun caught her in just the right way, Soul wished he could capture that moment. He felt a nudge on his side and he turned to face Liz, with an all knowing look on her face.
"When are you going to do it then?" she asked. Soul wanted to ask what she meant, except he knew. Their entire group knew Soul was in love with Maka. Only she seemed oblivious towards the affection he held for her.
"I'll do it when I do it." He grunted. Liz snorted and gave him a sarcastic look.
"Looks like it'll be a long time coming then. Have you ever considered the fact that perhaps, OTHER boys might be into her?" Soul's eyes widened. He didn't consider the possibility that other guys could be interested in her. She was geeky, flat chested and a bookworm to boot, so…
But then again, hadn't she become more feminine? She took extra care with her looks now. Could it be that someone had caught her attention? Soul's mind reeled with the possibilities. A sudden worry clenched within him as the fear of losing her attention suddenly came to light.
"MAKAAAA!" a shout echoed from across the basketball court. Spirit bounded towards him beloved daughter and seized her in a hug so tight, Soul considered turning into a scythe just to cut off his arms to get him away. But before he could act, Maka took the initiative and punched the Death Scythe in the face.
"What do you want, Papa?" she asked angrily. Spirit wiped away the tears from his swollen face and stood up straight. His demeanor changed from annoying to serious.
"Shinigami-sama has requested for your group to assemble in the Death Room. It's an urgent matter." We all exchanged glances. At DMWA, 'urgent matter' varied in definition. It could be a time sensitive one star mission that needed to be completed, or a life threatening battle. Soul braced himself for the worst.
They entered the Death Room with Spirit trailing behind them, sniffling and crying after Maka. Soul's irritation level rose significantly. There was only so much whining one could take. That, and Spirit prevented Soul from getting anywhere near Maka.
"Yo, yo, yo!" the tall, dark and skull faced God popped out in front of them cheerfully. Even in the most dire of situations, his funny attitude never wavered. He liked to face situations calmly and strategically. Quite the opposite of Soul.
"I have a mission for your group. It's going to be quite a long one, and thus I saw your group the most capable since you all get along so well." They all nodded their assent. "Well then, here are the details…"