Soul Eater

I just couldn't resist myself. I still have Untouchable to finish, but I just had to publish this today. It was already eating me away. I feel much more relaxed now. There are just so many things one can come up with. There's so many things one can do with the characters of Soul Eater.

So, yeah. At this point, I have no idea where this story is going or how it's going to end or if she's even staying with Soul at all. I'm just going to play along with it for awhile and we'll see what comes up. This my second attempt at writing a story that is not an AU. So , I'll give you a fair warning now; the characters might (probably will be) OOC. Please, forgive me for that. I'll try my best!

Anyways, thanks for checking this story out! I hope you like it! There are still more chapters to come!

Three's a Crowd; Four's a Nuisance

Chapter 1 - Soul

He looks at her, stares at her, admires her features in silence. Of course, she never notices him. She always goes about her business, never bothering to think that she's always secretly being watched by her weapon and by her currently best friend.

Her best friend. That's all he was to her. He wondered if she would ever be able to see him with different eyes. He wondered if she would ever think of him as something more than a friend. He had already gave in. He had already fallen for her charms. He had already admitted to himself that he liked in her. He liked her in the romantic sense. He wanted her and he wanted a deeper connection than meister and weapon.

How could he not fall for her? She was not only pretty, but she was also strong and had an amazing sense of confidence. Sure she was hot headed sometimes and she would Maka-chop him to no end, but that's what made her unique. Her personality made her special, made her stand out from all the other girls. Each time he thought this, Soul couldn't help but think that he was the luckiest guy in the world to have someone cool like Maka as his partner.

Still, how dense was she? Didn't she notice how much he stared at her? Didn't she notice how protective and possessive he was of her? It annoyed him. It annoyed him that she couldn't acknowledge him the way he wanted her to. He wanted her to like him the way he liked her.

There was no way in hell he was going to tell her about his feelings. No way. If he ever told Maka how he really felt for her, not only would he ruin his pride, but also his coolness. He was the popular Soul Eater Evans after all. He's the one that's suppose to have all the girls drooling and chasing after him.

He wasn't suppose to like his meister. He wasn't to suppose to be head over heels for her. How could he resist, though? He would see her everyday, from morning till night. They would go on every mission together, never parting from each other side. They defeated the Kishin together and she had found the way to make him a Death Scythe. Did it not seem that they were meant to be for each other?

He wasn't suppose to be feeling those mushy emotions that were starting to drive him crazy. Ever since he started looking at Maka in a different way, he just couldn't get her out of her mind. She invaded his thoughts, she invested his dreams, she conquered his heart. As uncool as it sounded, Soul couldn't help it. He couldn't help, but like his meister in such a special way. She was the first one to make him feel something like that. She was the first one that drove him insane. She was the first one to ever make such an impact on him.

So, what was he suppose to do now? Was he suppose to swallow his feelings and hope for the best? Was he suppose to wait for Maka to be the one to confess first? Yes. It was better that way. Things would get too awkward if he suddenly told her his feelings. It wasn't like him at all and then there was also the possibility that he could lose her friendship forever. Yes. It was better if he just quietly observed her, without making a move. They day will come when she ends up falling for him.

Sighing to himself, Soul turned off the television and leaned back on the sofa. He stared at the white ceiling, an image of Maka suddenly appearing in his mind. He quickly sat up, trying to regain his composure before Maka got out the shower. He couldn't let her know what he was feeling. He couldn't let her know that she was pulling him by the strings. There were some things that were better kept hidden.

Soul stood up from the sofa before stretching his arms in the air with a yawn. He walked over to a shelf where he looked at a picture of him and Maka. They were standing together, side by side. She was wearing a smile while she leaned herself on his shoulder. Never in the world would she have guessed that, in that moment, his heart was practically getting ready to burst. Whenever she was around him, Soul always grew anxious and nervous, something that he had never felt before. Of course, he tried not to show it and so far, he was doing a good job at not revealing himself.

"Hey, Soul?" Her sweet voice suddenly called out to him and he turned around to find her in some warm comfortable pajamas that outlined her innocence. She standing a few feet away from him, but Soul could smell her wonder strawberry scented shampoo that she had used for her hair. It filled the living room as well as his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Soul replied coolly, mentally slapping himself across the face for letting Maka find him so distracted. He stuck his hands in his pockets before slumping himself back on the sofa. He placed his hands behind his head, trying his best to relax. "There's nothing much to do."

"That's a lie." She told him, stepping closer to him and making him more aware of how pretty she was. She placed her hands on her hips as she gave him a small pout. "It's your turn today to cook dinner if you've forgotten. Stop being so lazy and get to the kitchen."

"Geez, Maka. Why? You know I can't cook, so why do make me?" Soul protested in vain because he knew he was eventually going to give in to her plead. He always did. For some reason, Soul always ended up doing whatever she told him to do. Indirectly, he always followed her lead. "It's so pointless."

"If you want to starve, then go ahead." Maka said to him, her beautiful green eyes looking intensely at him. He loved those green eyes. It was the first thing he ever noticed about her.

"Fine. Fine." Soul finally said, standing up right in front of her. He was too close. He was too close and he could feel his heart rapidly pounding beneath his chest. He could feel his hands quivering, his mouth going dry. Why did she make him react like this? Why did she always have to have this affect on him? "If you wanna eat crummy burnt food, then I'll cook. Still, I don't get why we don't just order something. Wouldn't that be easier?"

"I've told you this a million times, Soul." She took another step closer to him and each second that went by, Soul had a tougher time trying to restrain himself. He didn't want to lose control of his body. He didn't want to do something rash, but having Maka so close gave him the urge to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to kiss her and see what her lips tasted like. "We don't have the budget for ordering or eating out everyday. When are you going to understand that?"

He looked at her straight in the eyes, trying so hard to not caress her cheeks with his fingers. He tried so hard to not get enchanted by her scent and her aura. Not knowing how long he could withstand the situation, Soul walked away from her and headed toward the kitchen. "So what do you wanna eat?"

"I don't know. Anything's fine with me, I guess." She followed him into the kitchen, which pissed him off to no end. Couldn't she tell that he was trying to get away from her? Couldn't she tell how much he liked her? Walking passed him, Maka opened the refrigerator and pulled out a cold bottle of water. "I'm gonna be in my room. I have to study for that test."

"What the hell are you saying?" Soul asked her, giving her a grimace. Just for show, Soul grabbed Maka's apron that was laying on the counter and placed it on himself. It always brought him much joy to share something that belonged to her. "Isn't that test in like a week? Why are you studying for it now?"

"Well," Maka began, touching her hair that laid loose on her shoulders, still a little wet from her shower. Whether she had her hair tied up or whether she let it hang loose, Maka's cuteness never faded away. He hated himself for noticing something like that. "I want to get the best score again. If I want to beat Ox or Kid, I have to study hard. I'm not going to let them beat me."

That was another side of Maka that Soul liked a lot. He loved the way she always tried her best for everything. He loved the way she never gave up, her stubbornness and persistence surpassing everyone else She was special that way and that was the reason Soul wanted her all to himself. Of course, he would never say something like that out loud. He rather get swallowed by the Earth.

"I don't get you sometimes, Maka." He wasn't lying. He didn't understand her sometimes, but he figured it was okay. There differences bonded them together after all. "Why study so hard when you can just copy? It's a waste of time and energy if you ask me."

"I'm not like you. I want my grade to be legit." Maka stuck out her tongue before she closed the refrigerator. She gave him a glare since she obviously didn't approve of his cheating methods. "That's what got you trouble last time. I guess, you've forgotten, huh?"

She didn't get it. She would never get it. With his cold exterior, how was she ever suppose to tell that he liked her? How was she suppose to know that he had developed feelings for her? Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, Soul let out a long sigh before he got ready to make some rice, the only thing he could make properly.

"Hey, wait." Maka suddenly said, standing right in front of him. She was too close again. She was standing so close that if Soul bent down, their heads would end up bumping each other. "You have something in your hair. Let me take it off."

Why? Why was she making him go through something like that? It was torture enough to look at her everyday. There was no doubt that she was driving him mad and the worst part of the whole situation was that she was doing everything accidently. She had no idea what he was going through. She had no idea what he was feeling. Why couldn't she just back away for awhile before he loses his composure completely?

Without even thinking about, Soul gently pushed her away, taking a step back. He couldn't take it anymore. One second longer and he really would have grabbed her and kissed her. Soul grunted under his breath before he started shuffling his white hair with his hands, trying to take off whatever it was Maka was talking about. "Is it off?"

"Yeah." Maka nodded, a small smile forming on her face which completely blew him away. He couldn't let these small things get to him anymore, but how was he suppose to stop his emotions? He didn't know how to deal with them. Then, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her touch sending him to mere bliss. Just what the hell was wrong with him? "Well, call me when the food is done. It's nice of you to cook for a change. Believe it or not, I enjoy your cooking."

How was he suppose not feel anything after she compliments his nasty food? She was probably saying that to be nice, but Soul couldn't help feeling happy. A compliment from Maka meant the world to him. Her praises could probably give him adrenaline for days. "Thanks, I guess."

So, she left, leaving him there, standing alone in the kitchen. He stared at her and didn't take his eyes of her until she was long gone. Soul let out the millionth sigh before placing his hand over his face, trying to hide his frustration.

Soul didn't want her to see him like this. He didn't want her to look at his pathetic face. Only he, out of the entire Shibusen, would dare like a girl like Maka. Most guys probably wouldn't look at her twice because of her lack of physical psychic and breasts.

He was probably the only exception since he saw her beautiful.

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