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It had been a couple of weeks since the Kishin had been defeated, Maka and the others had already got back into their normal routine. Shinigami-Sama hadn't made Soul into a death death scythe because it was only Maka that delt the final blow. Soul had been pretty pissed about it but he calmed down after a week yet he still seemed to be acting weird. Maka woke early one morning to the sound of the front door slamming. She jumped up out of bed, "Soul?" She ran to the door only to find a note stuck to it, Gone out, don't worry from Soul. "Where the hell has he gone at this time!" Maka shouted as Blair hopped onto the side. "Meow, May

Dancing along the moonlit grass, the pale blonde's hand was slipping from his with insecurities of being his partner. She peered down, trying to avoid his deep eyes. Her feet were placed on top of his, as he allowed it, so he would be able to lead their dance without whom being stepped on. "Maka." His sharp, velvet voice made her tremble, as she slowly looked up at him. "S-soul?" "Are you okay?" he gripped their hands in a more firm position, preventing hers from falling to her sides. "Mh-hm." she fake-smiled and nodded, not wanting for him to care for her then. He dropped their hands and sighed. "This isn't really working." he scratched

   Soul entered the apartment with a huge sigh. He had had a long day of dealing with feelings he had never felt before. He had been thinking about them for a long time, but it was to much and to hard to think about at the moment.   He walked into the living room expecting to see his meister reading or watching a movie. Instead, he found her asleep on the couch in a tank top that was riding up almost to showing her bra. Her feet were propped up on the arm of the couch making her skirt slide up with her book resting open on her chest.   He stopped in his tracks to stare at the sleeping girl. Did she really have to tempt him so bad? "You d

Influence Author's Note: I was bored and had a bunch of random ideas going through my head. I also haven't written a Soul/Maka centralized fic in FOREVER. So here we go. Maka is concerned with the way Soul spends his free time and who he spends it with. Confronting the situation can only go so well. *ONE SHOT* Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o The bond between men was a fascinating one, but it could also be frustrating. They could hate each other one moment and go about their day as if they didn't just attempt the beat the living shit out of each oth