Heart and Soul (Soul Eater X Reader)

Chapter 4

No one's POV
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Maka cried, storming towards the front door, still rubbing sleep out of her eyes. It was one in the morning, but someone was pounding frantically on her front door.
She threw it open, "What's—Soul?"
Her friend stood there with a panicked look on his face...and a half-conscious Y/N slowly sliding out of his arms.
"Help," he whimpered.
Maka helped him drag Y/N up the stairs and into the living room and tried to lay her on the couch, but she clung to Soul. She clapped both hands to the sides of his face. "Have I told you how much I love your eyes?" she slurred, "They remind me of the sunset."
"Um..."
Then she stuck her fingers in his lips, "Did you file your teeth or were you born with them like this?"
"Er..."
But before he could reply, she had turned on Maka, seizing handfuls of her hair, "Maka! My beautiful Maka! I love your hair!"
Maka gently pried Y/N off her, "She gets handsy when she's drunk."
"Yeah, I noticed,"
Then just like that she was out. Maka tucked her in on the couch, demanding, "What did you do, Soul?"
"I just took her out for drinks! How was I to know she was a lightweight!?"
Maka scowled at him, "I could've told you she's a lightweight."
She brandished a large book. Soul held his hands out, "Whoa, Maka, we're not teenagers anymore. You can't just keep hitting me with books!"
"Like hell I can't!" she cried, striking him anyway.

My POV
I woke up with the horribly painful sunshine coming into the room. What the hell? I always put the shades down in my room before I sleep if I sleep in!
Then I realized I was lying on a couch. At the same time I felt my stomach do a saumersalt. I forced my eyes open.
"Hey! What'd you know! You're not dead," said a voice, the sound hammering against my skull. Liz Thompson was peering down at me, her long blond hair handing in sheets towards my face.
"Really? I'm not convinced," I groaned before rolling on my side and vomitting in the conveniently placed bucket on the floor next to me.
"Icky," said Patty Thompson from somewhere nearby.
Ignoring her, I wiped my mouth, "What're you guys doing in my apartment?"
"You're not in your apartment. You're at my house," said a third voice.
Maka.
"What the hell happened last night?"
"What do you remember?"
I squeezed my eyes shut. Thinking hurt. It came back in fragments. The mortification of Kid breaking up with me, the dread of spending time with Soul...then laughing—we laughed so hard together about what I can't remember.
"Kid broke up with me. So Soul plied me with alcohol,"
"I'd hardly call two drinks 'plied,'" Liz muttered.
"Then he brought you here," Maka filled me in.
I draped one hand over my eyes, "Oh, great. Sorry he dumped me on you, Maka."
"Hardly. I insisted I could take care of you myself, I barely got him to leave!"
"Really? Soul was worried about me?" I felt my face burn at the thought.
"I told you he's a good guy," Maka said, "Well, lunch is almost ready if you're feeling up for it."
I sat up, "Lunch?"
"Y/N, do you know what time it is?"
"Er...morning?"
"It's one in the afternoon,"
"Geez!"
"Yeah, we missed out on a whole days work to come make sure you were okay," Liz said, "Kid told us what happened, you weren't at your place, so we called Maka to help..."
"And here you are!" Patty sang, making my head scream with pain. My skull was pounding and pounding—
No, that was the door.
"I'm not answering that," Maka said, resolutely, "I've let too many crazies in today."
Eventually the knocking stopped, but it was replaced by grunting of someone exerting themselves under the living room window, getting nearer and nearer—until there was a rapping on the window.
"What the hell?!" Liz rushed to the window and threw back the curtains, "It's Ruby!"
She opened the window and my friend spilled onto the floor, "Where is she? Where Y/N?"
"Hey, Rubes," I groaned, sheepishly.
She stormed over to me, ranting, "I'll kill him! I'll kill that Soul Eater!"
I waved it away, "No, don't kill him. He didn't do this to me."
"You're right," she paused in helping me to my feet, "It's Death the Kid I need to kill."
She ignored my renewed protests and turned to Maka, "I'll take care of her, Maka. Don't worry."

"Death, I can't believe I wasted so much time on that asshole," I shook my head as I sat on Rubys bed, knees to knees with her, painting her nails and surrounded by ice cream and sappy dramas.
"His loss! Kids an idiot,"
"A neurotic idiot. You know he would flip out if I didn't dress just right. He would insist on doing my hair if he didn't like it and had me redo my makeup if my eyeliner or brows weren't even. Why did I put up with him for so long?!"
"Girl, forget him. The best way to get over an old guy is with a new guy!"
I snorted, screwing the cap back on the polish bottle, "What new guy?"
"Oh, I don't know...maybe one who went out of his way to cheer you up when you were upset...who has undeniable swagger and a good sense of humor,"
"If you're talking about Soul—"
"Of course I am!"
"No way! You've had a lot of bad ideas, Ruby, but that's the worst one," I continued before she could argue, "I don't want to talk about my love life anymore. What about you? You said you went out with that dating app guy again?"
Ruby seemed to fight a smile, turning crimson, "Yeah, we're...actually an item now."
"Shut up!"
"His name is Kevin. He moved here from Cali a few months ago,"
"Is he a weapon or meister or...?"
"Neither. He's a mechanic I think. He loves photography..."
"But he knows you're a Death weapon, right?" I asked.
She fidgeted, "I haven't really gotten around to telling him. He's not a part of our world. I'm kinda nervous he's not into all this."
"Are you kidding? He should be so lucky to date one of Deaths weapons,"
She gave me a knowing smirk, but I shook my head and gave her a warning scowl not to bring up the S word again.