Warm, golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, touching everything in the small room, from the old, chipped floorboards to the three-week-old newspaper opened at the quiz & comics section sitting on the antique desk. Birds were singing in the old elm trees outside the window and Soul began to stir, waking from a pleasant drea-

"BREAKFAST!"

Soul groaned. Why? WHY did she do this? Every morning... every perfect morning, where Soul could just lie in bed for another half an hour and enjoy the morning, Maka would always come in to ruin it.

Stupid breakfast.

Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. (AN: Haha. I'm so awesome. [Note sarcasm xD]) "Soul! Breakfast!" Maka called from the other side. Soul groaned again, pulling the covers back over his head, pretending he was still asleep.

"Soul!"

Soul snored, an ever so subtle snore, but at the same time, a snore that gave Maka the message that he wasn't getting up any time soon. Smooth, Soul.

"Soul, it's really not cool to reject a meal someone's made for you," she murmerd through the door.

Soul's eyes opened as he realised his meister was right. Why is she always right? Soul thought to himself, as he dragged himself out of his warm, comfortable bed, across the old rug stretched over the floorboards and to the small door where Maka was waiting. Slowly opening it, Soul's slouch deepended, his gaze becoming a glare as Maka smiled brightly at him, holding up a frying pan and a spatula.

"So you are up!" She said brightly. Stop being right. "Come on, then!" Maka bounced off towards the dining room where sweet scents were drifting from, enveloping the house in a mouth-watering aroma. Soul tried his best to stay angry with Maka. No way was he admitting that it was worth getting out of bed. Never. Not him.

Okay, he couldn't help but smile as he ate his breakfast.

Give him a break. Being beaten by his meister every day is not cool, but neither is not appreciating his meister's cooking.

Being cool is harder than you think.

The two partners ceased to speak as they began to eat, focusing only on what was on their plates. Soul took no notice of Maka across the table, who was looking sheepishly at her food.

"Soul, I need you to come shopping with me today," Maka said quietly, looking down at her untouched meal.

"Huh?" Soul looked up at her, his mouth crammed with as much food as humanely possible. A few minutes passed in which he chewed an swallowed. "Why are we shopping? We have enough food, Maka," he said, before returning his gaze to his mouth-watering meal.

"Well, Liz and Patty's birthday is tomorrow..." she mumbled, barely audible.

Soul hardly even registered what Maka was saying – this meal was too good. He just grunted a reply, which Maka took for a 'yes'. Maka smiled at him again, thankful that he didn't show much reluctence. She was just as thankful that she made a good enough meal to distract her weapon from what she was actually saying.

Maka looked up at Soul, devouring his meal, and grinned a sadistic little grin before returning to her own meal.

AN: Ew. This is a ridiculously short chapter. Just thought I'd add it so that the story doesn't seem so rushed ^^'

Hm. I wonder where Blair was? o_o

Oh, I obviously don't own "The Raven", and nor do I own "Soul Eater" :3