From souls to cakes

Soul eater likes eating souls… so what made him change his mind?

Souls were tasty. They had a sweet air around them, they melted on his tongue gently as if it were snow yet they were not icy or cold but rather like a toffee that becomes warm once it softly lands on one's hungry stomach. Indeed a very enjoyable meal, especially when he had to work hard to get them with his technician, yes, Soul loved souls. At least until that day…

It was that night, when Maka alburn had finished cooking dinner. Soul evans saw how she quickly gathered the pots and cleaned them up to stack them neatly by her side. Seeing how dinner was ready, he was about to claim for his food when something stopped him. She was cooking something else. She was doing a cake.

The little girl pulled out gently from the stove a boring looking brown mass which contrary to its image, filled the room with an alluring aroma that announced itself as "just baked". Soul sniffed the air as his usual drool grew bigger, and kept watching how his technician grabbed the soft white puffy whipped cream to decorate the pastry. She was doing it beautifully, squinting her brown eyes with such cute concentration that made Soul give off a small smile. Once she finished, she cleaned up her forehead with her arm exhausted for having to give off such an intense glare, and gave a small sigh of satisfaction, leaving by the way a small piece of white cream on her cheek. At the appetizing sight, Soul licked his lips.

The sixteen year old girl picked up her masterwork and happily strolled down the room to place it on the table. Maka was almost about to reach her final destination when suddenly, she tripped.

Everything happened as if it were in slow motion, the cake soaring, the cream spraying on floor and Maka miserably realizing her feet had stepped on the alarm clock with shinigami-san's face on it that was gifted recently by her father. stupid dad! Were her last thoughts as she closed her eyes to accept the painful hit on her back. But Soul had been quick and swiftly reached out to her and embraced her with his strong protective arms, landing for her. Maka relaxed almost instinctively, knowing whom these secure hands belonged to, the same hands that had saved her from insane souls to clumsy falls. Soul's.

However the cake was not saved as well and it fell flat on the light brown hair of Maka who from one second to another had become from the perfect model student to a complete mess.

after a big lapse of awed silence, Soul laughed , "hahahaha, that's so not cool"

"Ow, shut up" replied Maka, trying to get off all the cream form her head and face. "It isn't funny, my uniform is on a mess! Stop laughing and help me get off this yucky thing off and.."

Then soul obeyed, moving his face close to the busy technician's face and licked off the cream on her soft cheek, whispering to her ear "with pleasure…"

Maka blushed twenty shades of red and stood up nervously and walked toward the table as a robot, her knees not bending at all. Soul watched satisfied how his girl freaked out and stood up too walking towards her. God, he didn't know cake tasted so good…