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Unspoken Feelings	By : violet-greenacre Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters mentioned within this FanFiction. This work of fiction is intended for entertainment purposes only and I do not earn any money for the making of it.

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"Soul, get a grip. Men don't cry, especially not cool men." Soul muttered so lowly that I could not be sure I heard the words correctly. I doubted it considering what I thought I had heard. I was stunned to say the least when I noticed what looked like tears flowing from Soul's eyes. Although it was difficult to see as he had his head tilted at an angle where I could only see a fraction of his check.
I sniffed trying to restrain the flowing tears that coursed down my checks, and dampening my t-shirt. Feeling warm wetness dripping in my hair I guessed Blair was not finished crying yet. I sighed trying to adjust to the situation. Blair stiffened at the sound, seeming to sense my slight discomfort.
"What time is it?" Blair suddenly questioned looking very worried. She swiftly untangled herself from my grip and glanced down upon her left wrist. "Shoot, I'm late for work. We'll talk about this later 'k?" She quizzed whilst rushing out the door without waiting for an answer.
"Ok." I muttered regardless of the fact that it was much to late for Blair to hear me. Silence followed sticking heavily to the situation that Soul and I now found ourselves within.
Just as the silence was becoming unbearable and I was thinking of something to say, the door bell chimed making me jump slightly. Soul stood and went to the front door seemingly unaffected. Upon the door opening I noticed a pizza delivery guy standing patiently a smile painted upon his tired face. Soul handed the man the money for the pizza and walked with the box to the kitchen table the door quietly clicking shut behind him. 'Maka, stop being a coward and say something. For goodness sake this guy is your partner now. Are you not even going to make an effort? Do you want this partnership to work?' I flushed slightly as I realised I was being childish waiting for Soul to break the silence, after all he wasn't the one who had snapped at a person he barley knew. And he was defiantly not the person who after snapping at that individual had started crying within the individual's arms. 'Grow up Maka.' Determination set in.
"Erm, Soul sorry about that." I stated determined to say the words whilst the situation was still fairly fresh.
"Don't worry about it. Although it was so un-cool, you know that right?" Soul questioned.

All awkwardness disappeared soon to be replaced in my mind by frustration.
"Soul, why does it matter if it was 'cool' or not?" I retaliated.
"It doesn't really." Soul stated whilst scratching his head. My hand was twitching to grab a book and slam said book into Soul's skull. "But forget it, lets eat." Soul stated simultaneously diffusing the situation with his simple words. A blush stained my cheeks as I recalled the recent events ashamed that I had considered 'Maka-chopping' Soul after what had happened with Blair.
Soul opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice sitting down in the chair closest to him. I copied this motion. Sitting opposite to Soul made me feel somewhat uncomfortable. I could not resist looking at his relaxed form frequently, blushing when he caught me. Soul made no comment on my behaviour, possibly thinking I was insane or something along those lines.
"Maka..." Soul started seeming nervous to continue.
"Yes?" I queried, inquisitive about what he had to say.
"Would you accompany me to my piano room?" Soul asked, blushing very deeply as the words left his lips. He glanced at me regret echoing throughout his eyes.
Silent seconds ticked by and I answered "Of course." hoping that I had not delayed to long to cause Soul to much panic. Relief visibly washed over him, his tense shoulders relaxed, his hands unclenched from their fisted appearance. Soul glanced at me again although this time treating me to an obnoxious grin that was very characteristic of him. Upon seeing Soul's unrestrained smile I could not help but smile in return. 'I'll do anything to make him smile like that more often.' I though to myself.
"Cool." Soul stated moving around the table and grabbing my left wrist securely within his right hand. Blood rushed to my face at the casual touch that I was enduring. 'I wonder what his hand feels like? Rough or silky smooth?' I shook my head to try to dispel these thoughts circling my mind. Soul pulled me to the door which housed his piano, pulled out a key from his pocket and seconds later I stood looking upon a grand piano.
This piano was unlike any I had ever seen; not that I'd seen many, however I could still appreciate the simple elegance of this instrument. Its black body paint gleamed in the light directly overhead. The ivory keys looked spotless and as good as new. The stool upon which Soul would sit was a simple stool, not overly extravagant, it suited the piano perfectly. The simple black legs of the stool perfectly cleaned and the plain deep red cushion was without a blemish. I was almost ashamed to breathe in case I destroyed its beauty. I turned awestruck to face Soul only to find that I was alone.
"Soul?" I questioned the empty room as though it would answer me and reveal his location.
"Just a minute." Soul's voice radiated from the side wall, the wall on which his room was located. Surprise flowed through me. 'What is he doing?' I queried myself. Unable to answer I turned and glanced at the piano again. Its beauty was almost a tribute to its owner, graceful yet understated. Boring to the untrained eye. I heard the door click and

turned in expectance. Only to be stunned speechless.
Soul stood before me in a black suit with white pinstripes, a blood red shirt with a tightly tied black tie. His white hair no longer supported by its normal beige headband, instead was just left sticking out in a very natural way. My breath caught as I realised how much the colours complemented his tanned skin and white hair making him almost gleam in the soft light.
"Ok, I'm ready." Soul stated whilst making his way to the piano seat.
"Wait." I stammered out.
"Why?" Soul queried.
"Give me a minute." I begged him.
"Ok" Soul stared sounding confused, his face reflecting his feelings. I did not wait to hear what else he had to say.
I ran to my room and started flicking through the wardrobe. Blair had text me earlier stating she had bought me some clothes as a welcome gift. As I was flicking through the collection I had now obtained, a red dress caught my eye. It was deep red almost burgundy at the top and would sit off my shoulders with long sleeves. The skirt part of the dress was blood red and frilly with layers placed upon it. Upon the hanger that the dress was situated there were two red ribbons that matched the lower part of the dress. I pulled the dress out, surprised at how beautiful it looked, I was instantly touched that the cat had bought me this. I undressed quickly and hurried into the dress, yanking out my hair bobbles, gently brushing my hair and placing the ribbons carefully within it. I went to close the wardrobe door and noticed some simple black sandals underneath where the dress had been. 'These will defiantly suit the dress more than my boots' I said to myself whilst kicking off my boots and replacing them with the delicate looking sandals. Before leaving to return to Soul I quickly looked at myself in the mirror surprised by how grown up I looked in this dress. I made a mental note to thank Blair for it later.
I re-entered the piano room and was greeted by Soul already seated upon the stool gazing at the keys. Upon hearing the door close Soul glanced around and his mouth hung open, surprise written in all his features. I coughed in an attempt to stop Soul starting.
He stood up and made his way over to me stopping just in front of me. Then suddenly wrapping his arms around me and lifting me slightly, I had no choice but to place my arms around the back of his head. And with this gesture Soul leaned his face closer to mine and connected our lips. 'If this is a dream I never ever want to wake up.' was my only thought.
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