Author's Note:

Techno Skittles here with a new story!

For those of you who have been following me (I just learned that would be 31 people), you know of me from my Teen Titans stories. If you happened to click on this, do not fear, I'm still writing them. I'm just so addicted to Soul Eater that I have to write stories for that fandom, too.

If no one following me clicked on this, ignore the last paragraph.

Anyways, I've been seeing this alphabet thing EVERYWHERE so I decided to try it out for myself. Turns out, it's really fun and I'm definitely going to do it. (Obviously.)

Okay, I'm rambling. Sorry.

I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. Ain't it sad?

A is for Aloe

"This is your fault!"

Maka stormed angrily into their small apartment as she yelled. She was wearing only a loose, light yellow t-shirt and a swimsuit bottom that was a dark forest green. Her white flip flops slapped her heels noisily as she stomped into the living room and dropped onto the couch in a huff.

Soul walked in calmly after her. "What gave you that idea?"

Maka rounded on him and sent him a cold glare. "You're the one who told me to take my shirt off when it was perfectly fine on!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest while being careful to not allow her shirt to rub against her. "And now I've got a damn sunburn that hurts like hell!" she finished.

The white-haired demon scythe said, "Ever hear of sun lotion?" He walked into the living room and sat Indian style on the worn down carpet.

"Of course I have. You just forgot to bring it."

"So why didn't you? You know you can't trust me to remember something like that."

Still glaring at him, Maka said simply, "I still blame you."

Soul shrugged and stood up. "Guess I'll just go get the aloe." He walked out of the room towards the bathroom, leaving his blonde-haired meister fuming on the couch.

Maka was sitting on the edge of the couch, afraid to sit back in case it irritated the large sunburn on her back any further. So she just sat upright, arms still crossed, mind still ranting, and hatred still vibrant.

"That's the last time I let Soul convince me to do anything," she muttered to herself.

Said weapon stepped back into the room holding a slender bottle of aloe lotion. He knelt down in front of her. "You got a little burned on your face, so we'll start with that," he said as he squirted the lotion onto his fingers.

The bottle was snatched from his hand and he looked up to see Maka now holding it with her eyes narrowed. "I can do it myself. I don't need your help."

Rolling his eyes, Soul took back the aloe bottle and set it on the floor beside him. "Stop acting like such a child, Maka. It's not cool. Now, just let me help you."

Staring him down, Maka slowly nodded her head. "Fine. You owe me one anyway."

Not even bothering to ask her what she meant, figuring it was her way of convincing herself she had won, Soul started to rub the lotion on her pink cheeks and nose. He forced down a laugh when she shut her eyes tight and scrunched up her nose. She'd probably hit him if he did. And apparently to her, he was already on the bad list. It was best not to make it worse.

After Soul had rubbed all of the lotion on, he got the bottle and squirted some more lotion into the palm of his hand. "Okay. Next is your back, so you're going to need to take your shirt off."

Maka huffed and crossed her arms again. "Isn't that what got me into this mess in the first place?" she asked harshly.

Soul shrugged and got up from the floor. "Okay. If you don't want me to help you, I won't. Just don't come crying to me when it's burning and starts to peel." He picked up the lotion bottle and turned to walk out of the room.

Maka's face lit up with a mixed expression of horror and disgust. She lunged for Soul's wrist and pulled him back. "Okay, okay, okay! I'll take the friggin' shirt off!" she surrendered. Soul nodded and sat on the couch as Maka painfully removed her shirt. Underneath was the matching top to her swimsuit bottom. It was the same dark forest green but was complimented with white Hawaiian flower prints. The straps pulled up into a halter which was tied into a neat bow on the back of her neck. Maka placed her shirt next to her on the couch and turned at an angle to give Soul better access to her back.

Upon seeing her back, Soul let out a long whistle. "Damn! You back's redder than my eyes!" he exclaimed, smirking.

"Shut up! It's still all your fault you son of a - AHHHHHHH!" she yelped. In the middle of her rant Soul had applied the lotion onto her warm back. He smirked again.

"I'm sorry. Did I forget to warn you that it might be a little cool?" he asked in a fake innocent tone. He laughed as Maka attempted to backhand him without turning around and missed.

"I swear, I'm going to get back at you for all of this, Soul," Maka threatened.

"Whatever," Soul grumbled as he began rubbing the lotion on her back.

As much as she didn't want to, Maka had to admit that it felt really good. The lotion cooled down her flaming skin and Soul's hands were practically massaging her. It was really, really nice. Not that she'd ever say it out loud.

Unfortunately it ended all too soon, much to Maka's distaste. She turned back around on the couch where Soul was kneeling on the floor, squirting more lotion into his hand. "Your arms and shoulders are a little pink too, so we'll do those." Without any word from Maka he applied the aloe to both her upper arms. The lotion didn't have such a soothing effect as it did on her back, but it still felt good.

Soul finished up with her arms and faced her with a devious grin on his face. "Now there is one more place where you were burned. Would you like me to get it for you?"

Not really paying attention to his expression, Maka nodded. Soul grinned wider and even allowed himself to chuckle. "Alright then. But just remember: you agreed to this," he said and squirted a small amount of aloe into his hand.

Finally noticing her partner's mischievous aura, Maka began to grow cautious. She eyed him as his hands reached for her about to rub aloe on the mysterious burned spot. Quickly, Soul shot forward and the next thing the technician was aware of was a cold, wet substance on her chest just above her swimsuit top.

She gasped in shock and immediately began blushing. How could he even think about touching her there? Maka gritted her teeth. Well he sure as hell wasn't getting away with it.


Maka walked out of the room, smiling and holding a thick novel in her hands. Soul was on the floor clutching his injured head and shouting after her, "But you said I could!"

Author's Comments:

So there ya go. First installment.

Now, something I realized when people were doing these were using words like 'Adore', 'Admiration', 'Affection', etc. Now, I'm not saying it's wrong and that their stories were horrible (in fact, they were 'Awesome' ;) ). I'm just saying that I needed something different to fit my style. And aloe just kind of popped out at me, ya know?

Sorry for any OOCness. I'm still trying to get used to the Soul Eater lifestyle of writing. That shouldn't be an excuse, but a girl can try can she not?

And personally, I love the end. I was going to have a completely different ending, but I liked this one a lot more. If you want to know that other end, just go ahead and review and I'll include it once I finish all of the letters.

Lastly, please review. This is my 2nd time writing for Soul Eater and I'd feel tons better if someone, anyone reviewed. Flames are welcome.

Until next time~!