Soul and maka: Unseperatable

Chapter 1: "Fragile"

Souls pov

I ran my fingers through her long, carmel colored hair. Her hair felt smooth, and soft, and it was strange because i never layed my fingers through her hair before, and the texture seemed so familar. Her voice sounded the same, her gasps of breath as i ran my palms down the side of her soft, warm, hips. The gasps for air coming out of her sounded exactly how i pictured they would sound like, making this all seem better than it already was. Everything felt so real in the moment. I gently leaned slowly towards her lips, while on top of her, her soft breath bounces off of my cheeks, i kept leaning in, and bam. It was all a dream. I find myself flipped over on my right side, staring at my bedroom wall, with a dried morning mouth. Good morning soul! I hear blairs voice shout in my bedroom. Don't turn over soul. Don't turn over. You will get a nose bleed, since the first thing you always see on blair is her breasts. I suddenly feel a quick turn of a hand, flip me over on my bed. Blairs large breasts cover my face, and they smell of sweet perfume. Lets have some fun soul! Blair sqeals. I feel blood explode out of my nose, my nosebleeds always win in this kind of situation, i really wish i didn't get nose bleeds because of seeing breasts, its actally really embaressing, but with every woman it is. I hear maka slam open my bedroom door. Get off him blair! She shouts angrily. Then when ever i see her face, I imeditatly think back to the dream. It was maka. I had total control of her, her body was so amazing, i couldn't believe i didn't want her before, but now i'm starting to wonder, do i now? Blairs meowing interupts my thinking. I don't have time for this blair! Get out of soul's bedroom! Maka demands. I stare down makas body, and i wonder what it looks like underneath all of her clothes. In my dream, i almost got to see her fully exposed, but it ended. I start to wonder, is she really as flat chested as she seems? Sure, she defintly is, but is it as flat as it appears? i know maka is a virgin of course, but would she be good at it? These are weird thoughts to think of, especially since she is my meister, only my meister, and only my best friend, so i better hold down these weird thoughts. I see blair suddenly leave the room, sadly, and maka smiles brightly right at me. I pretend like i wasnt already looking at her. Good morning soul! How did you sleep? She suddenly asks, suprisingly. She in a way sounds like she cares more about me, but it just could be me. Why do you want to know how i slept? Why should i tell you? I ask roughly in response looking for her to get annoyed. Its fun to annoy her, she gets so upset over the tiniest little jokes i poke at her now and then. Suddenly, she speaks. I wanted to know, Because, i wanted to make sure you slept okay. She says downly, which i wasnt expecting. Why did she sound so down? I think. I don't say anything about it, we both don't talk, it becomes silent. Ok, well i made breakfast. She says sounding even more down than before, and she leaves the room looking slighly depressed. Did i just hurt her feelings? She never acts like that to things i mock her about. Ive never seen her like that before.

As make my way into the kitchen. Bacon is placed on the table, pancakes are too, and so is a bowl of fruit. As i walked in, i noticed maka igorned me, she always says something to me when i walk in the kitchen. I take a apple from the bowl of fruit, and i take a large bite from it. Maka, did i do something wrong? I ask trying not to sound desperate. I hear her sigh. Just, try to not be so rude. She asks. I could tell she was trying to be as nice as possible. I'll do my best. I respond, not making a promise. Its hard to not poke fun around people at times, especcially at the girl who is your best friend. I guess its kind of a guilty pleasure i have, that showing i care about you. By making fun of people. I do care about maka, and plus its fun to annoy her, but maybe shes right, i went a little too far, and i do need to settle down a bit with making fun of her, i know she has feelings too.

Maka's pov

I cant take soul making fun of me anymore. I'm used too it, i really am, but something got me lately about it. I relized what he says hurts, and how its been staying with me. Every little thing he says, stays with me. Ive been trying to seem to care more, because, maybe if i was nicer, he would be nicer, but maybe i was wrong. Maybe he is just a born to be asshole. But, i know soul isnt like that. He may seem "cool" on the outside, but on the inside he something totally different. If i could just bring his nicer side out for once, maybe he wouldnt have the need to hurt my feelings. I decided to ask him how he slept, and it seemed that it was none of my buisness, so i just gave up trying for him this morning. He says, he'll do his best, but it shouldnt be this hard for him to pay attention to someone elses feelings for once. But, i'm really wondering why his mean comments have been hanging on me lately. I'm so confused to why that is. What's that positive feeling you get again whenever you catch a certain someone looking at you and you just get feel joy explode in your heart? And what is that feeling you get whenever that someone that gives you the most positive feelings ever says one hurtful thing, and you want to break down in tears, but you don't want them to see you crying, because well, you don't want them to not like you? I still cant figure it out. Maybe i will someday. I pour orange juice into a cup from the kitchen cabnit, and i place it next to soul's plate. Soul takes a sip, and places a pancake and a pile of bacon onto his plate. I sit down, and i felt suddenly like i was asking too much from soul all the time. I didn't want to say anything to him, nor make any movements including getting food from the table, because everything seemed so fragile in this moment, and i really didn't want to descuss what i just said to him, even if he wants too. I guess i looked pretty upset, while just sitting here, doing nothing, because i feel soul suddenly look at me, and stop himself from stuffing his mouth. Maka, you have to talk to me. What's going on with you? He asks me. I could tell he was trying to sound as caring as possible, but i could feel that he really didn't care, he just wanted to not get in any more trouble with me anymore. I don't respond, making it all worse, because now he is going to think i'm mad at him, because i know it seems like i'm trying to ignore him, when really, im only doing it because i'm sensitive, and i don't want him to make any more rude remarks anymore. Maka, talk. He demands a little more firmly this time. Well, i need to say something. I think. I'm sorry soul, i'm just going to be in my room for a while, i'll be out later. I say, trying to find an exuse to get away from him. I get up without even seeing his latest reaction, and i quickly walk to my room, and shut the door.