The Continue of SoMa (SoulxMaka) One-shot lemons

Lovely Halloween

"Really Maka? This so isn't cool," the weapon complained as he walked the short distance from his room to the living room of the small apartment he shared with his meister. Maka Albarn sat on the couch, a book in hand, and wearing a Tinkerbell costume. Hearing her weapon's gruff voice, the girl lifted her emerald gaze to him; and let out a laugh. Soul "Eater" Evans was dressed as Peter Pan, right down the green tights. He had also tried to comb his spiky white locks down, but it still stuck out around the green hat on his head.

"Don't laugh at me," he snapped; his eye twitching in annoyance. "And aren't we a little too old to be Trick-Or-Treating?"

"Oh, come on, Soul!" Maka replied and stood up. "Tsubaki bought the costumes, so don't complain to me. Do I look like I want to be Tinkerbell?" She huffed and looked down at the costume. The skimpy green dress showed more skin than she liked, especially since it was sleeveless. Add that with the body glitter, golden wings, and her hair tied into a bun. When she looked up at her weapon again, she noticed his crimson hues sliding lazily up her body. Warmth spread into her cheeks, and she gripped the book harder in her hand, prepared to Maka-chop him. But, he simply turned away without a word and started walking towards the door without a word. Maka was surprised at the disappointment that settled in her stomach. 'Stupid,' she thought as she moved to follow him. 'Not like I wanted him to notice or anything. He's my weapon, that's it.' Maybe if she told herself that enough, and continually denied her feelings for him, it'd become true.

Maka and Soul met the rest of their friends in front of the DWMA, and Maka studied their costumes, all of which Tsubaki had picked out. Death The Kidd was dressed up as a vampire, and both Patty and Liz were dressed as witches. Black*Star and Tsubaki both were dressed as ninjas, which wasn't far from the truth; really. Maka noticed with a frown that she was the only one dressed in something revealing. "Hey, Maka, looking hot!" Black*Star exclaimed loudly as the pair approached, which earned him a Maka-Chop. "Gomen, gomen!" He said afterwards, laying on a step and holding his head. "Whatever," The hot-tempered meister replied and turned towards Tsubaki. "Everyone ready?" she asked, and was rewarded with whoops and shouts from everyone. Everyone but Soul, that is.

Soul was silent the entire night, and although he collected candy with the rest of them; he never once said "Trick-Or-Treat." Their pillowcases were full by ten pm, and they decided to call it a night. Stopping in front of Soul and Maka's apartment, they said their good-byes; and even Soul waved before they split up.

"Alright, Soul; what the Hell is wrong with you?" Maka confronted him once they were in the privacy of their apartment. Her anger was evident in her icy green glare, as well as the way she leaned against the front door. The weapon threw his hat onto the floor before plopping down on the couch, refusing to meet her eye. "You're what's wrong with me, Maka. How could you wear something like that out in public? Totally not cool!" He retorted. His words, however, surprised her. She was expecting him to complain more about the costume he had to wear, not insult her on hers. "Excuse me...?" She said, her voice trailing off. "There is nothing wrong with my costume, Soul. You're over-reacting."

"Me? Over-reacting?" Soul scoffed and finally turned his crimson gaze to his meister. "Look at that thing!" He gestured to her dress before standing. "It barely covers you!" He walked quickly over to the blonde, and while his sudden anger surprised her; Maka stood her ground. Emerald met crimson as she spoke, her chin held high. "You didn't say anything about my costume earlier, so why now? Why do you even care, Soul?" It was harder for her to keep her voice steady, now that he was standing so close to him, but she managed to. Soul's palm hit the wooden door behind her, and he exhaled unsteadily. "Because..." He said slowly, his deep voice husky. "I thought if I didn't say anything, then the feeling would go away... The jealousy. But I was wrong."