The next step in Soul's plan was to talk to Maka. Hopefully she would be reasonable, and let him explain himself. Why the hell would she be so mad about the girl? Dim lights flickered in his head regarding the subject of jealousy, but he ignored them. That made absolutely no sense. Maka had never shown any signs of liking him in that way.
Black*Star and Liz had teased him and Maka about seeming like a married couple, but he figured they were being stupid. Grabbing your partner's hand when you were watching TV late at night, wrapping your arm over their shoulder when flirty guys came near, and hugging her tightly when you were stressed was normal, right? Soul shook his head violently, as if his thoughts would fall out of his ears. Overthinking was never his thing. It was too confusing and he was too cool for that.
He really wished he had Maka's Soul Perception Ability, because his Maka sensors were on the fritz. What Soul did know, was that she wouldn't have returned to the girls. They'd just embarrass her to no end with their wild assumptions.
"Might as well read then," that was Maka.
His head swiveled to the door to his right that he probably would have passed had she not given herself away.
"Or you could talk to me," He couldn't recall when his hand had opened the door, and stepped inside.
"S-Soul!" Maka jumped, with slightly pinked cheeks. She hadn't forgotten what transpired between them not long ago.
"Calm down Albarn," he flashed her a grin filled with sharp white teeth.
"Whatever." she glared at him, her book readied in her hand.
"Why're you mad at me?" he asked softly.
"I'm not Soul.. I mean I have no right to be.."she murmured, staring at her lap.
"That doesn't mean you aren't," He padded over to her and sat down.
"I'm not," it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
"You are, and I can tell it has something to do with that girl," Soul growled.
"That doesn't matter. If she makes you happy, then I'm happy," She turned away from him.
"She doesn't. Besides, If you're not happy, I'm not happy. I broke up with her if that makes you feel better," he wrapped his arms around her, his face buried in her shoulder blades.
She clutched the hands that were resting on her belly button, as her stomach dropped. Soul didn't have to do that for her. If he was happy, then she would learn how to deal with it. It was so frustrating how he could be like this, really annoying and rude yet kind and considerate.
"I'm sorry Soul... You didn't have to.." her voice was painfully tight.
"Don't be, the only reason I asked her out was to make you stop spazzing, and the whole Blair thing of course," He murmured.
Her pigtails whipped around as she stared at him wide-eyed. "Really?"
"Yeah, you get all stressed and cranky when you're tryin' to solve stuff, so I did it for you. I didn't know you were going to get mad.." he remarked sheepishly while blushing.
"About that," she sighed. "That girl.. She followed us when we were called into the Death Room, and she was in the Envy chapter of the Book of Eibon.."
"What do you mean?" he urged.
"She told me I wasn't good enough to have you as a partner.. I couldn't even wield the mop she gave me. I tried and tried but it kept falling to the floor.. She told me I was just dragging you down.." Her voice was straining with the effort it took to keep under control.
"Shut up," he snarled, hugging her tighter. "You've never dragged me down, you've kinda' done the opposite.. Made me a better person, y'know?"
She managed to turn in his grasp so she was facing him. "Do you actually mean that?"
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. He immediately recoiled with a face that resembled an apple. She looked just as surprised, and it didn't look like she was going to hit him. He immediately scrambled to make an excuse for his actions.
"Uhhhh I ummm.. I'm sorry I just-" he stammered.
She silenced him with a kiss on the lips. He really felt like he could have died right then and there. His meister just kissed him. His meister. Maka Albarn. Chairwoman of the men hate club. His meister just kissed him!
"Part of the reason I was mad was because.. I like like you Soul. I guess I got jealous.." She admitted shyly.
Soul was very excited. Partly because his meister wasn't mad at him anymore, partly because he was hugging her, and partly because this meant that she liked him.
"You actually got jealous?" He laughed. "And who says "like like" anymore? You really are-" he began, rudely interrupted by a book in his cranium.
"Don't laugh at me!" Maka fumed.
"I was going to say awesome!" He cringed, still laughing "...At least something good came out of this"
"And BONUS Blair will probably leave me alone for good!" he cheered.
Back at the apartment, a dark purple cat awoke from her slumber. She stretched, sticking her rump up in the air and letting her claws sink into the wood floor. She stared blankly at the wall before letting out a tiny sneeze.
That's it folks, and I hope you enjoyed!
You should be expecting another Soul Eater fic from me soon(despite the fact that I kind of have writers block and no new ideas..)