Chapter 5--Soul and Maka

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Hey, guys! I know it's been forever, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to update, but I'm back for awhile, possibly for good. If I'm gonna continue you have to help me! Comment your thoughts!

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-C

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Maka's Point of View

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My arms wrap around Soul's neck, our lips moving together, perfectly insync. His hands find my hips, wow, they found their way out of his pockets, I think with a smile. Our souls connect in a way they never have before, electricity surging through my body, it feels strangely wonderful. I idly wonder if he feels it too; as he pulls away from my lips and his face splits into a grin, I know my answer.

"Soul..." I venture, not sure what I want to say exactly. My mind still has its doubts as my eyes search his, "You didn't just kiss me to wake me up?"

He shakes his head incredulously, "Maka, only you could have this many doubts when it comes to something real."

"How do I know if this is real?" I look at him, speculatively.

"Because I got Death to deny your request," he shrugs his shoulders, his hands finding his pockets again. "I've also told you I love you twice now."

"It doesn't make sense!" The words are out of my mouth solely on my brain's account, my heart is nowhere in the words.

"How can it not make sense when you so clearly feel something, too?"

My breath hitches in my throat, my thoughts silenced and my heart fleeting. "I love you," it was my heart's turn to speak.

His grin returns, "I know."

I grin in response, "Shut up, idiot."

"I love you, too."

But my brain finds another argument: my parents, my dad, how terrible it worked out for them. I take a step back from him, the reservation flowing into my mind, my heart, my face.

As if to read my mind, Soul reaches out his hand, "Maka, no... We aren't like them..."

"How do we know for sure?" I ask, reeling for something, anything to hold onto for him.

"We don't," he smiles sadly, "We have to fall together." As my mind begins to process his words, he's one step ahead of me, "You have to stop thinking, Maka, just feel."

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