It's Complicated

10: Thunderstorm

Maka's POV:

HOW DARE HE CALL ME TINY TITS! THAT *TEME! But soon after that thought that I found myself smiling, It was great talking to him though. With Soul in my dreams I drifted to sleep.

~Timeskip Next Day~

I woke up, and looked at the clock 4:00 in the afternoon. Wow I slept in late. I heard a knock on the door, "Come in" I said, while stretching. Soul walks through the door "Morning" he says with that grin on his face. "Morning, and not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked.

Soul didn't seem the least bit phased by my comment. "To take you somewhere of course." He said like it was so obvious. Wait! Take me somewhere, like a d-date? He sees my confusion "Lord Death doesn't think you should be in the infirmary all day" he says, and holds a bag from out his hand.

"Oh" I got up from my bed, and made my way to Soul. "What is it? " I asked taking the bag. "Clothes" was his response. I nodded, and headed for the bathroom "Wait here". With that I went to go change.

~Timeskip After Change~

I was done changing, and decided to look at myself. I had a tan hoodie, with white pants, and purple converse. I guess Soul's not good at matching. I mentally sweat-dropped. Nevertheless I still walked out "Ready" I tell him.

Soul's POV:

"Ready" Maka says I nod, and start walking out the door, she follows. "So... Where we going? " she asks "Secret". We'd been walking awhile just talking to each other casually, mostly Maka trying to figure out where were going.

Finally we had made it. "A Park? " she asks in disbelief I nod. Here we can look at the ocean, and swing. "Okay, race you to the swings" Maka says as she starts running towards the swings. "Hey! You got a head-start!" I yell running after her, but all you could hear was Maka laughing. Glad she's having fun. I thought,as I pass her up, and touch the swing set. "I...Win" I say while panting for breath. "I..guess" she says also panting.

After forever panting, we finally sit on the swings. Barley swinging though we sat there. "The best thing about this park it that the swings are on a hill, so you can see everything even the ocean." I looked at her, but she wasn't looking at me, so I follow her gaze, and she's looking at the most beautiful sunset I'd ever seen.

Maka's POV:

It was beautiful, you really could see everything. The sun was over the ocean, and had mixed pinks, oranges, reds, and possibly even purples. It was perfect. The sky started to get darker. It's getting late.

"Hey, Soul what time is it? " "It's only 6:30 why? " "The sky's getting a little too dark" I told him. He looks up, soon after he did water droplets started landing on his face, it was funny to see him not expecting it. Drip Drip Drop is what I thought.

No one's POV:

Soon after the little water droplets it started pouring, Maka, and Soul ran down the hill, and took cover at a old wooden shed that was conveniently there for them to hide in.

"Thank death this shed was here" Maka said. "Y-yeah" came Soul's shaking voice. She looked over to Soul to see him in a corner completely petrified. She snickered, and pokes him "Soul, are you scared of the rain? " she said having way to much fun.

"No! cool guys like me don't get scared of rain" He stands up defiantly. *CRACKLE* *BOOM*
*RUMBLE* she looks at him again with disbelief. Soul was clinging to Maka's leg for life, wide-eyed, and tears. "But thunderstorms are different" he whispered.

~Timeskip~

It had been an hour or so, and the thunderstorm was still going on. Maka was sitting down, while Soul was stuck to her waist.

Maka's POV:

I don't know how to comfort him. My mind was searching for an answer. Another loud crackle, and rumble was heard. In response Soul just tightened his grip on my waist. I sighed, and accidentally put my hand on his hair he relaxed for a second,I recoiled it back, he stiffened again. I know what to do! I exclaimed in my head. I put my hand back on Soul's hair, and started to pet-like stroking his hair. He seemed to calm down, and lossen the grip around my waist. He was relaxing.

Soul's POV:

Maka had started petting my hair, just like she used to before the accident, with my new found comfort, I released my grip, and started to dose off thinking. She's still Maka.

Author's Note: *Teme-Bastard
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, didn't really want to tbh. But here it is enjoy. ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ