The Melody of Love

It was a particularly cold day for Death City, Nevada as a couple was running late for their morning classes at the Death Weapon Meister Academy

"Come on, Soul! We're going to be late!" Maka yelled to Soul Evans, her weapon, in front of their apartment.

"Yeah I'm coming!" Soul called back from the living room as he ran trying to put his headband and jacket on at the same time. They hopped on his motorcycle and took off to the DWMA. They arrived just in time and made it to class before the bell rang. Soul took a seat by Black Star and Maka by Tsubaki a row down.

I have no idea what I'm going to get Maka for Valentine's Day this year. It's still a month away but maybe...maybe I can get her a book or a pendant or something. Agh what does that girl even like? Soul thought as he chewed his pencil.

"Soul, pay attention!" Maka scolded before turning back around. Soul answered with a grunt. All through class, the only thing Soul could think about was what to get Maka. They had been going out ever since they had defeated Azsura and turned Soul into a Death Scythe but he still didn't know what to get her besides books but that was just too easy. Class ended and as the two walked together to their next class. On the way there, they passed the music room where a student was playing a soft tune full of moving pieces and virtuoso style running from one end of the octave to the other and back down again in fluid motion. Then the thought hit him: he didn't need to buy her flowers and chocolates for Valentine's Day. Why spend money on something that was mass produced when he could create something with his own two hands for her? He was going to write her a song. He was going to write her the best song she had ever heard and it was going to be straight from his heart. He smiled in satisfaction as they walked by.

"What are you so happy about, Soul?" Maka chuckled.

"You'll see, Maka." Soul replied giving her hand a squeeze.

"Okay then." She said rolling her eyes. Later that day, after they had gotten home, Soul rushed to his room and started composing.

"Soul? What are you doing in there?" Maka asked from behind the door.

"You'll see, Maka." Soul replied cheerfully.

"Okay...So I guess this means I'll be making supper tonight?" She asked. Soul stuck his head through the doorway.

"No I don't mind making it. What would you like for me to cook?" He asked with a smile.

"But you never volunteer to cook. What's gotten into you all of a sudden Soul? Do you feel okay? Are you sick?" She put a hand on his forehead. "You don't have a fever. Is there anything you are hiding, Soul?" She asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Feel fine. No. And yes I'm hiding something." He replied with a smile. Maka blinked and cocked her head.

"Well are you going to tell me what you're hiding?" She looked him up and down.

"No. Now tell me what you want for supper." He grinned. She narrowed her emerald eyes at him and reached for her bag.

"Makaaaa CHO-" Soul had caught her arm as it was coming down mid swing.

"Not gonna work on me this time, pretty girl. You'll see what it is soon enough. I'm gonna make some chicken ramen. Sound good?" He left his room and prepared the meal humming a small tune.

The next day, after they had gotten home, Soul proceeded directly to his room and closed himself off from the rest of the world. He composed for hours at a time only coming out to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.