Pairing: Maka Albarn/Soul Eater
Fic Title: One Damn Thing After Another
Link: Part One | Part Two
Special Rec: 10 of 21
Why This Must Be Read: metisket nails Soul Eater's voice, slipping us inside his head to contemplate his own sanity, how Maka is the best thing since sliced bread, and the nature of weapons and miesters. Additionally, this fic manages to show to awesome supporting cast and world-building without distracting from the epic romance of Maka and Soul.
I open my eyes. No dark room, no piano, no demon. I check myself. No suit. I check Maka. Boring clothes, no dress. A shame.
…And I thought it was a shame she wasn’t wearing the black blood dress, so my brain isn’t totally back to normal. But I’m not stuck alone with the demon guy for all eternity, so it’s cool.
I push myself up on my elbows to see Maka better. She’s looking around like she doesn’t know quite where the hell we are, either, but then it hits her, and she turns to me and grins.
“Hah,” she says. “We rock!”
“We do rock,” I agree. Or she does, anyway. It’s nice that I actually remember what happened now. How does that work? Did they patch me up or something? Or did pulling my soul out of the book do that?
I’m not gonna be awake much longer, I can tell. Maka’s face is swimming in and out of focus. Maybe this time I won’t swoon my way into a cursed book, though.
“You’re a great piano teacher, Soul,” she says, looking basically delighted about everything. She’s cute when she gets like that. If I told her she was cute, she’d hit me with a book, though.
“Yeah, well. You’re hot in that dress.” And that’s all the awake I had in me. Clearly, because fainting in front of Maka is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done, I’m planning on making a habit of it.