Author: TheSilverbloodAlchemist PM
Contains genderbending, shirtless-ness, tickle fights, Maka bringing sexy back, fluff and stuff made of marshmallow puff, plotless raging, mild crack, alternate dimensions, crazy people, man skirts, identity crisis, and SoMa. Completed!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Maka A. & Soul Eater - Chapters: 2 - Words: 7,454 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 98 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 06-15-11 - Published: 06-13-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7078317
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I do not own Soul Eater, otherwise, this would have happened in the manga and they would have made a second season of the anime already.
(Everyone one will be referred to as the gender they currently are, aka, Maka is a he, Soul is a she, and so on so forth.)
WARNING: Contains genderbending, shirtless-ness, tickle fights, Maka bringing sexy back, fluff and stuff made of marshmallow puff, plotless raging, mild crack, alternate dimensions, crazy people, man skirts, identity crisis, and enough SoMa goodness to last you through the rest of the ye- Pfft, who am I kidding, there is never enough SoMa. Never.
A dangerous, dangerous emotion, targeting the most unsuspecting people. It hit like a brick to the face, all sweaty hands and blushing faces. Mental images that wouldn't go away targeted the mind. The uncomfortable heat that rested in the heat of your stomach until you just couldn't stand it anymore.
It was a dangerous emotion.
But an even more dangerous place to be.
"Come on Maka," Soul whined, digging her bony elbow into her meister's side. "Why won't you talk to me?" The two were currently stuck in the Lust chapter of the Book of Eibon with most of Spartoi, awaiting authorization from Shibusen that they could move on to the next chapter. It was a long, tiresome wait, even with the succubus long gone (thanks to Blair and his sexy, sexy ways).
Soul pouted irritably, ditching her over coat and rolling up her sleeves like her meister had done a few minutes ago (Many of the girls/once boys were pleasantly surprised by the muscular arms hidden under all of those stuffy clothes the boy wore). The rest of Spartoi had quickly followed suit, discarding their stuffy jackets in the steamy chapter.
BlackStar had tried to take off her whole shirt, but the boys/once girls quickly put a stop to that.
"Is it because of the succubus?" Soul asked randomly, narrowing her wine red eyes. Maka glared at the now shorter weapon out of the corner of his eyes.
"No," he mumbled, his lips kept firmly closed.
"Are you freaked about the fact that we've all somehow switched genders? So help me, if that is it I am going to-"
"It's not that-" Maka grumbled, tilting his head slightly towards the female weapon and turning the full intensity of his green eyed glare on her. Soul swallowed, trying to resist the urge to just lean closer to those captivating green eyes. If it was hard to resist Maka as a guy, Soul was finding it near impossible now that she was female.
"Then what is it!" the Death Scythe all but yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. Maka quickly turned his head away after noticing how the white-haired teen's small breasts moved, determined not to get another nosebleed (he made a mental note to be nicer to Soul when this kind of stuff happened to the scythe). This stupid chapter was making his brain act funny, noticing things he never would have in the real life.
Either that or being a guy just seriously sucked.
"I just don't want to talk," he growled between closed lips. He was determined not to let anyone see what he had figured out moments after stepping into this cursed chapter.
"Hehe, wuz wroooong?" Maka sighed and turned towards the newest member of the conversation, his green eyes half-closed in irritation. Patti's lanky body plopped down next to him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. The rest of the group had been listening in on the conversation for a while now, interested as to why Maka was acting weird (Well, everyone except BlackStar, she was too busy trying to get a very tired Tsubaki to grope her), but Patti got sick of waiting for an explanation and was determined to get his own answers.
"Maka here is being all angsty for some reason," Soul said with a low growl in the back of her throat, whacking the blonde upside the head. Patti quirked his head to the side as he caught a glimpse of something very interesting as Maka rubbed the back of his head, turning on his weapon.
"Just let it go Soul," he growled, firmly keeping his lips closed. "I just don't wanna-"
"TICKLE ATTACK!" Patti suddenly screeched, his hands darting towards Maka's stomach and attacking mercilessly from behind. Maka let out a very unmanly "EEP!", gritting his teeth before realizing exactly what he had just done when everyone's jaw, including Soul's, dropped to the floor.
His mouth had flown open, revealing two rows of sharp, jagged, pearly teeth.
The embarrassed meister quickly covered his mouth with his hands, his cheeks a bright crimson and tears beginning to shine in his eyes. Soul blinked a few times, her hand on her chest. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally said "… O-oh."
"Yeah, oh!" Maka shouted, no longer trying to hide his jagged teeth as he pulled back his lips and snarled at Soul with tears in his eyes. He stood suddenly, desperate to be anywhere but here as he ignored the small, graceful hand that had reached up and grabbed his sleeve. "I gotta go," he snarled out, ripping his arm away from Soul's hand and storming past the rest of the shocked Spartoi and behind the curtains.
"Maka, wait!" Soul shouted, half standing and reaching after her meister.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Patti said with a yawn, his hands returning to his pockets and ignoring a certain furious albino weapon. "So he likes Soul's teeth, so what?"
Soul was silent for a few seconds before reaching out and snatching the pistol's beanie off his head, smirking as she revealed to the rest of the group three white stripes wrapping around half of his head. Ignoring the male weapon's sputtered protests, Soul tossed the beanie to Liz and strode after Maka, but was stopped by a broad hand.
"Be careful," Tsubaki said, still intuitive even as a male. "Maka's not going to want to talk, just be patient with him, he'll come around," he relayed, trying to help his friend out as much as he could. Soul nodded once, flashing Tsubaki a crooked, straight-toothed, grin. The older ninja weapon let go and Soul continued after her meister, breaking into a quick trot after disappearing from Spartoi's sight.
The young woman trotted to a halt when she found her meister, sniffling quietly and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. His shaggy blonde hair jerked slightly as the male looked towards the velvet sky. "Way to make things awkward Maka," he grumbled to himself, just loud enough for Soul to hear. He ran his fingers through his bangs, a habit that was eerily similar to Soul's. "As if the fact that you've both switched genders was bad enough, let's just throw that into the equation."
"Are you really talking in math terms?" Maka froze instantaneously, his entire body tensing up. He watched Soul sit down next to him out of the corner of his eye before jerking his head away, crossing his arms.
"So," he growled out. "Come to make fun of your 'poor, pathetic' meister?" Soul looked at him with wine red eyes for a few seconds, before looking forward, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Not quite," she said, playing with the hem of her skirt as she spoke. "I actually came to show you something." Maka looked over warily, his green eyes full of suspicion. His eyes flew open when Soul grabbed her skirt and began lift it up higher, revealing more and more of a long tanned leg.
"H-hey! S-stop!" he yelped, grabbing her wrist and pushing her skirt back down. As if it wasn't hard enough to look her in the face now, imagine how hard it would be when he got a nosebleed from looking at those dangerously smooth legs for too long.
Soul glared heavily at her meister, amused by his nervousness (mainly because she had felt the same thing many a time as a dude). "Oh just calm down," she said with a roll of her eyes, smirking at the flustered look her meister was giving her. "It's not like I don't see the exact same thing every time you put on that damned miniskirt."
"My skirt is just fine!" Maka shouted. The two just stared each other down for a few seconds before they both fell over laughing. Soul briefly mentioned the mental image of a male Maka wearing his plaid miniskirt, and they fell over once again, laughing even harder.
After they had both calmed down , Soul gave his meister a small smile and begun to pull back her skirt again over one leg. Maka watched with wide eyes as more and more of her smooth leg was revealed, reaching dangerously towards her-
"Oh my god," Maka said suddenly, eyes flying open and his jaw hitting the floor. Soul turned a bright red and looked away slightly, trying to hide the embarrassment that was burning hot through her veins.
"See," she said, her eyes half-lidded and full of sincerity. "You're not the only one."
Maka's hand reached forward, brushing the small brown birthmark that was located at the top of his weapon's thigh. It was a bit swirled around the edges, and it almost looked like a soul.
It definitely looked like the birthmark the Maka had on his own leg when he had been female.
"How did you even know about this?" he said in shock, green eyes wide.
"Remember that time we were fighting Sid, and I tried to get him to talk by flipping your skirt?" Soul said with a wince.
"Yeah, and I still haven't forgiven you for that," Maka snapped, his snarl even more threatening with the jagged teeth.
"Well," Soul continued, ignoring her meister's outburst. "BlackStar saw it, and he told me. A week after that, you were fighting some kishin and your skirt flew up a bit, and… yeah." Maka looked at Soul with a deadpan expression, and the poor girl squirmed under his intense gaze. "You like my teeth, I… kinda, sorta… likeyourlegs," Soul blurted out, trying to get it all out in one breath.
Maka was silent for a few moments, staring out into the outer reaches of the chapter. Suddenly, he turned back towards his fidgeting weapon and smiled lopsidedly, his newly jagged smile making Soul's heart thump a little faster in her chest. He reached over and pulled his blushing weapon into a tight hug, burying his face into her snowy white hair. "God, why are you so cute?" he mumbled into her hair, smiling widely.
"Eh, I get it from my meister," she said with a smirk, wrapping her arms tightly around Maka's waist. Before she really get into the hug, Maka jerked back, his green eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!" he said, literally bouncing up and down as he smiled widely at his slightly shell-shocked weapon, " I have more thing to show you!" he all but yelled.
"Uh, yeah," Soul said warily, her crimson eyes wide. "Sure." Her face lit up like the fourth of July when her meister began to unbutton his shirt, his tie already hanging limp around his shoulders. It was her turn to sputter like an idiot.
"W-what are you do-"
"Just wait!" Maka said with a laugh, now halfway down the buttons. The poor weapon fidgeted in her seat as her meister reached the last button, and he looked up at the shorter girl with shy green eyes before pulling back part of his shirt.
Soul watched in shock as her meister's shirt fell over his left shoulder a little bit, revealing the beginning of a long, jagged scar. "You're a liar you know," Maka said as Soul's fingers ghosted over the scar lightly. "It aches. A lot. You always say it doesn't hurt anymore." Soul looked up at her meister, red eyes wide.
"I thought you hated this scar?" she asked quietly, looking back at the scar. She had always seen it flipped, and to see it as Maka saw it was admittedly a little gruesome. A long, pinkish line across her beloved meister's chest, and for the first time, she finally realized exactly how Maka had felt when she had came home from the infirmary with this souvenir.
"I don't hate it," Maka said quietly, the feel of Soul's thin fingers running over the scar making his hands shake. "I hate what it represents. I wasn't strong enough to protect you, and you got hurt because of it." He suddenly reached up and grabbed Soul's hand, twining his fingers with hers. "But I also love what it represents. My weapon, my best friend, thinking enough of me that he would throw himself in front of a blade." He pulled her up so that they were face to face. "This scar is what's encouraged me for the past two years, made me resolve to be stronger for my partner." He smiled warmly and wiped away some of the tears that had escaped from Soul's wide eyes. "I love this god damn scar," he said, leaning closer so that their foreheads were touching. Soul felt her entire body shake, emotions that she had tried to hold back flowing messily through her veins. She pulled back slightly, her smile wide.
"My turn," she said, loosening her own tie. Maka's eyes widened slightly, but he continued to smile warmly at his weapon as she began to unbutton her own blouse. Halfway down, she stopped, pushing her shirt off her left shoulder and blushing under her meister's intense stare. "You're a liar too," she said shyly. "They itch. Really, really, badly." Three scars that trailed around her torso, one just below her collar bone, the next curving under her small breast, and the last starting just above her bellybutton.
Maka smiled wistfully, reaching forward and trailing his fingers along the bottom scar. "I remember that fight," he said quietly. "I threw you aside and charged that damn werewolf by myself, and he grabbed onto me to keep from falling."
"I was so pissed at you," Soul said with a laugh, her red eyes sparkling. "What kind of idiot throws her weapon away and charges the enemy?"
Soul laughed, eyes sparking like fire under the velvet sky and Maka smiled lopsidedly. "Yeah, you," Soul said with a smile. She brushed her hair back and her smile faded."I was so scared," she admitted in a whisper. "I was so mad at you for being stubborn and not letting me protect you, but then you disappeared over the edge, and…" Soul looked up, and for the briefest second, Maka could see Soul as she was back in Death City, all sharp lines, muscle, and Soul, staring down at him with wide red eyes and a frown on his face. "I thought you were gone," she whispered, bringing her meister crashing back down to Earth.
"It'll take more than that to kill me," Maka said with a small smile. "I'm kind of hard to get rid of-"
"Maka, I'm being serious," Soul snapped, her head whipping around and staring hard into her meister's green eyes. "I thought you had died, Maka. Dead. Gone forever. Never coming back." She stood now, tears that she would have never let flow as a guy rolling down her cheeks. "I thought you had left me!" she screamed. "Left me to try and figure out what to do with my life once my meister was gone! You don't get how it feels, how dependent a weapon is on their meister!" Soul's skirt swished around her knees as she stepped forward, her hands landing on either side of her meister's hips as she trapped him in.
"Do you know why a weapon is always so willing to give their life for their meister?" she screamed, tears rolling freely. "It's because to a weapon, our meister is our life! Without them, our lives stop having any meaning! If you had died out on that stupid fucking bridge, I would have followed you, because you're my meister damn it! And if you're dead, there is no reason for me to li-"
A loud slap echoed through the chapter, and Soul's eyes stared wide open to the side. Her cheek was red from where Maka had slapped her, and she stumbled a bit, completely and utterly shocked. She whipped her head around to yell at the blonde boy, but the look of fury in his eyes made her throat go dry.
"Don't," he hissed, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against a pillar roughly, bending down slightly so that they were at eye level. "Don't you EVER say that EVER AGAIN!" he roared, sharp teeth bared. "You keep talking like being a weapon makes you some sort of slave! You're NOT! YOU ARE SOUL!" he screamed, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. "You aren't just my weapon damn it! You're my best friend! You're the only man I've ever trusted! So don't go saying that your life doesn't mean anything, because to me, it means everything!" Maka stepped back, looking slightly dazed . Soul's eyes were wide and her mouth flopped open uselessly, words begging to be let out, but none seemed to fit the situation.
"Sorry that I care more about you than you seem to understand?"
"Sorry for listening to what the Academy instructors have drilled into my head since we partnered up?"
"Sorry I'm insanely, deeply, in love with you? That you mean more to me than my own life? That I'd do anything for you?"
But she just stood there as Maka closed up his shirt, grumbling under his breath.
"When…" Maka looked up, eyes still narrowed as his weapon hid behind her snow white bangs. "When we're out of here, I'm gonna make you understand," she said, her voice ringing through the large chamber. Her head shot up, and Maka's face flushed under the weapon's intense red stare. "I'm gonna make you understand exactly what I'm talking about, and then I'm gonna get you back for slapping me." Her lips twisted up in a smirk, and Maka smiled.
"It doesn't look the same without the teeth," he said, smirking widely. Soul's heart thrummed away happily in her chest and her smirk turned into a smile.
"Is that what I really look like when I do that?" she asked, quirking her head to the side.
"More or less," Maka said with a shrug, hopping up onto the platform and holding out his hand to help her up. She accepted it easily, but when she had been pulled up, Maka kept his strong grip on her hand, bending his head down so that he could whisper in her ear. "I'm going to make you understand too, and trust me, you'll never say anything like that ever again." Shivers ran up and down Soul's spine at the husky timbre to his voice, and she found herself waiting excitedly for when they'd get out of this god forsaken book.
There's no reason for this besides the fact that I wanted to. I wanted to write something random, and this idea has been in my head for a while. It goes with a set of pictures that I'm working on that's just Fem!Soul and Male!Maka and the different traits they took from their partner (ex. Sharp teeth, scars, birthmark, small boobs, etc etc).
The whole thing with Maka's scars from the fight with Free is another one shot that I need desperately to write. I kinda hated how Maka didn't get any scars from that encounter. Hellooo, Free dug his claws into her chest.
There's gonna be some marks from that.
(And zombies don't bleed. *narrows eyes* I talking to you Funimation.)
I might continue this with the two after getting out of the Book, but I might not. Depends on the reaction. (So if you want moar, review)
I am DEFINETLY doing a crack continuation of this involving music from Glee, Maka rapping, and Kilik's black girl voice.
You know this to be necessary.
Y'all know the drill. Review, fave, love, huggle.
The whole nine yards.