Hey guys, I just wanted to churn out this little thing out, because it has been plaguing my mind, and that I have a creative writing assessment is to be coming, my imagination is running all over the place. Literally. Anyways please do enjoy.

Soul was in a dashing tux, the maids and his head butler; Charles were helping him with his suit, straightening out his sleeves, making sure his cuffs were crisp and every single snowy white hair was in place. The whole venue was covered in magnificent, delicate ivory white roses, duck blue flowers and creamy dotted freesias. Giving the venue a certain air of royalty and class. After the maids and Charles approved, there was still 1 hour left to he was to be wed. Soul stared out of the clear glass of the French doors, he could see the sun beaming down, perfect for the pictures soon to be taken after the ceremony. The tree branches were swaying gently with the wind, the grass blades were the Mexican wave the blustery day was creating. All those times that he had spent outside with her. Playing and laughing under the sun, all those times they held hands and rolled around in the grass, not having a care in the world about a thing, because time seemed to go on forever. The maids and Charles left Soul, and told him that they would be back to guide him to the church, and that it would be advisable to take a walk around to calm him down.

The click of the door, and it swung open, his Italian loafers crushing the healthy green blades of grass under his heel. He breathed in deeply, smiling. His red eyes relaxed and lazy. Looking towards the sun he shaded his eyes with his hand to see the "v" of geese flying east. He turned to the west to see the memorable, over-hanging branches of his favourite tree. Walking to it, he put his hand on the rough bark and smiling at the memories. He looked back out to the house; it was still far away from here, just like he remembered from his childhood. The tree had flourished over the years and it hid a large part of the fence very well, with its thick branches and vibrant green leaves. He walked around the tree, going under the over-hanging branches. Smiling up at the branches, so many happy times were with this tree. A little part of him was sad that he had to depart with it soon. He could almost see the younger him, his shark-tooth smile, his unruly white hair and climbing nimbly up and down the tree like a monkey. He could almost hear her tinkling laugh, making him laugh. Ahh those were the days before, everything happened. The classes, the changes, things used to be so simple as a kid.

"Maka, I wish you could see me now." Soul said aloud, as he patted the tree bark.

"Of course you may, master Soul." Said that familiar, light voice.

Soul whipped around to see her.

"It's been a long time, old friend" she smiled, sadly.

"Maka?! MAKA?! What are you doing here?!" Soul inquired

"Well, I couldn't miss by best friend's wedding day, could I?" joked Maka with her mischievous smile.

"But where have you been? I've missed you so- What have you been- *sigh* I'm just so glad you're here" Soul finally managed to say. They laughed, and hugged each other. She was even more exquisite and beautiful; she was wearing a rather short but tasteful summer dress, her pretty feet strapped in sandals and her luscious ashy blonde curls long, down her back.

But her face had remained the same, her button nose, cute and adorable. Her mouth sweet and smooth and her eyes a colourful, soulful green. Shining at him to make him remember those days.

-FLASHBACK-

Soul was called out into the drawing room. He stopped in front of a familiar oak polished door and knocked lightly and politely to ask for entrance. Charles called out "ENTER" and Soul turned the golden door knob and entered. He found Charles in his usual butler suit with a small girl with her face down and dirty blonde hair, a little dishevelled.

"Soul, this (he gestures to the girl) is Maka. She will be living with us until she is ready. Please be kind to her, she lost her parents. Her mother in child birth and her father in a car accident." Informed Charles.

Soul looked back at the girl; her face now was up, and looking ahead. Her eyes a little red and puffy, but Soul could still see the dull, bottle green pupils. Charles ushered Maka out into the spacious garden with Soul, leaving them to talk and bond. Charles hoped for the best for Maka, for she was a smart child and did not deserve her tragedy of a life.

"So, what is your name?" Soul started, a little awkward.

"Maka" she simply answered

"That's nice. I'm sorry about your parents. I sure they were lovely people." Soul said comfortingly

Then something strange happened. Maka crumpled down onto the grass, her hands covering her face, tears leaking through the cracks of her hands. Soul, alarmed and unsure of what to do, he held Maka's wrist and held them apart, so her tears fell to the ground, absorbed by the grass.

"Why mama and papa?" she cried. She looked up at Soul; her eyes glittering with tears, her pupils had changed shade to a watery shade of jade. It was astonishing to see this, Soul was taken aback he let go of her wrist and hugged her. Maka finally stopped crying, and was apologising repeatedly for the tear tracks on the back of his shirt. He kept telling her that he did not mind, that he was glad he made a friend that day and that it was getting lonely around here, so she would always be welcome to cry on his shoulder.

-FLASHBACK ENDS-

Maka smiled sadly, she was on time for the wedding but very late for giving him her message. When she went she always hoped that she would find Soul hadn't moved on, but she was foolish enough to believe that time would stand still and people did have enough time to wait for fools for her. She was a confused lady when she left this household. Travelling around, gaining experience of the world. Everyday growing smarter and wiser. She was glad that she had met Soul, to have known him, to be apart of his life, but wishing every day she was with him, and maybe even finally telling him, the truth.

-FLASHBACK-

At the age of 14, Soul had already started to mature; he was no longer a normal child, but a wiry, handsome tall lad with a heart-breaking smile that could make any girl scream. Maybe except one girl, who was also maturing. Her face had lost some childish traits, and gained more maidenly features. Her figure had been more developed, her chest starting to fill out and curves were coming in at the right places. She was no longer a slim girl, but a slender figured young lady with long sticks for legs and a rather firm behind. Their favourite activity was always climbing trees, the feel of rough bark underneath their soft-skinned hands. Charles had called a maid to call out both Soul and Maka. They yelped, and slid down on the branches to the grassy floor. They trudged their way back to through the doors, into the drawing room. There sat Charles, with a hard backed novel in his hand and one leg on top of the other.

"You called for us Charles?" asked Soul, with a smile.

"Ahh, Soul, Maka. How nice to see you. Well Soul it's about your studies. You are about to become a young man, and your studies are going to be more intense. They have to be if you want to run your father's company and keep this place running. Is that okay with you?" Charles told Soul, as he put down his book, unfolded his legs and took off his spectacles.

Soul nodded, he knew he had this coming, and he didn't mind too much, as long as he Maka with him, everything would be alright.

"Master Soul, the Piano tutor has come, please come to the living room. Your tutor is waiting" called another maid, sticking her head through the door.

"Go, on Soul hurry now, I know you like your piano lessons. I still need to talk to Maka." Charles, practically shooed Soul out of the room.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Soul was out in the garden, alone. He had finished his classes for the day and was up in the tree, waiting for Maka. He asked the maids and Charles where Maka was. They informed him that Maka would be coming soon, and that he would have to wait for her. The whole staff and Charles were laughing at how cute Soul and Maka were. They had adored them; they were polite children that never caused real havoc. And now they could see them as young adults, awaking for young love to sweep them off their feet, holding hands. The staff was "awing" at the way Soul was pining for Maka. It was very sweet, and predicted that in the future that Soul and Maka were to be wed, no matter their status in society.

Soul was sitting in the branches, reading his current book his feet against the upper branches.

"BOY! Come down here, there is something I need to tell you!" Charles hollered. Soul put down his book and climbed down, with an annoyed sigh.

"Yes Charles?" Soul asked a little exasperated

"Well Soul, as of today, as you are going to be extremely busy, and that the maids and I have many other jobs to do we have asked very kindly-" Charles didn't finish, as a maid came through the leafy tree branches. It was no other than Maka. But more tamed and different. Her ashy blonde hair pinned and twisted into a neat and tidy bun. She was clothed in the usual maid uniform. Black dress and white apron, and black tights and smart black shoes. The wind rushed through the tree, through the branches of the leaves, rustling around them. Soul was speechless, he couldn't think of anything. It may have been strange but Soul couldn't think Maka looked more pristine and magnificent. She looked innocent and untouchable. She was the same Maka, but different. She looked the same, same face and hair, but her behaviour was completely different. She would of smiled, but she gave the barest hint of one. Her eyes were not bright and wide, but slightly closed and mysterious.

Charles always had a plan, he walked away, slightly smiling, hoping this would have an impact on their future.

"So, what's going to happen then?" Soul asked awkwardly, rolling up his sleeves.

"Master Soul" began Maka, in a quieter, calmer voice, "I am here at your service. I am here to help and advice you." Said Maka, as they were rehearsed. Soul was taken aback at the change of tone of Maka's voice. Although he didn't miss the whine in her voice sometimes, but it was very strange to hear her with a tamed, low-volume voice.

He loved the way, Maka said Master Soul. He was one for equality; however it was very nice to hear Maka say his name with respect and politeness, instead of informal and rude versions of his name. Just the way it rolled off her tongue, it sounded delicious. He could get used to be called, "Master Soul".

-4 YEARS LATER-

Now they were 18 and Soul was starting to embark onto his new life as an adult where he would be working. It seemed to be boring, but in fact it was very interesting. To be in competition with others, and see how to win his father's approval.

Soul was in bed, the rain splattering down on his window, and the crashing of thunder kept him up. Not that thunder scared him, just that he was a light sleeper and all he wanted was to go to sleep. Soul rolled onto his other side, so he faced his door, and still found no peace. Throwing off the warm, silk covers and walking softly against the wooden floor towards the maid's quarters. In fact it wasn't that far from his room, it was only a few doors down as Maka was his personal maid he asked for Maka to be very close to him, so it would be convenient for both of them. He found the familiar door and knocked very quietly so no-one would hear the disturbance in the night. Soul could hear a slight shuffling, and his favourite person in the whole world, had opened the door, with a sleepy expression and a white night gown.

"Yes, Master Soul?" she asked quietly in her sleepy voice, and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Sorry to wake you, but I can't sleep and I just want someone to talk to." Soul explained. He knew he was being selfish, she was sleeping and he was being an annoying brat by waking her up. But he craved more, of her. It wasn't enough to sate him, with his favourite phrase "Master Soul", she was too tame, too docile. He knew she couldn't act like she used to, or she would be kicked out, but Soul did not give one toot about manners. She hardly gave her opinions and barely even spoke; it was as if the house was empty again. It seemed to have died somewhere, so here was Soul, trying to converse with his best friend. Maka sat down on the bed bring her knees to her chest, as she gestured Soul to her seat at her desk.

"Sorry that I woke you up, Maka. Was the thunder keeping you up, or not?" asked Soul, hoping for more than a one word answer

"Yes, the thunder was keeping me up, but I was reading a book to try and calm my head." Answered Maka, her head slightly bowed. Soul tilted his head a little to the side and saw that Maka's eyes were brimming of tears; she suddenly looked up at the ceiling, and tried not to look at Soul with her tears. It had been an extremely long time since he had seen her in tears.

Soul knew that, thunder reminded her of her parents, not that she was scared, but she would be with them, her family and trying to ignore the bullets of rain crashing against their windows. Tears were starting tracks down her face, and she knew it was pointless of not looking at Soul with tears. She looked straight at him and gestured her hand towards the box of tissues on her desk behind him. Soul was shocked, her eyes were the same shade of bottle green, but the tears were making them even more beautiful, magnifying the colour. Her night gown was a little indecent, her top buttons undone to the tops of her cleavage and her gown was a little above her knee. It was a daring for a woman to have it at such a length, but Soul thought it highlighted her legs very nicely. It was promiscuous but innocent. He was a man now; she was always haunting his dreams. Her sweet, voice calling his name as he touched her in places, and doing unnameable things to her, in that tempting maid uniform. How he would love to rip it off her figure and smother her neck with kisses and make her blush so much she could fry an egg on her face. He could imagine what she would do to him, and how he would make him growl and huskily call her name. That wall behind her bed seemed useful now.

Soul caught her wrist as she got another tissue, and forcing her back against the wall behind her bed.

"Master Soul" she squeaked out.

"Yes, Miss Albarn?" Soul whispered in her ear. His lips grazed her ear, and was pleased she let out a contented sigh, and was quiet, waiting. He gently caressed his lips down her jaw onto her sweet, delicious lips. He had been waiting since he was 14, and craving for since he was 16. He looked into her sea green eyes and lowered his lips down on hers. They were indescribable, sweet, plump and virgin. Untouched and he would be the first to claim her, have her, He owned her all ways, emotionally, romantically, spiritually. Everything, and if any other male would try and claim her, so god help him they would be hunted down to the very ends of the earth. They sort of flopped on their sides to the bed, and pulled the quilt over, Soul hugging Maka very tightly to his chest, never letting her go.

"Soul are you planning to marry?" asked Maka timidly

"Well yes, I was hoping a future with children as well" (a future with you as well, thought Soul. ) Soul answered as he played with a strand of Maka's hair.

"I don't know what will happen, but for now I just want you happy." Maka said contently.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

-NEXT MORNING-

Soul awoke with empty arms, and back in his bed. He scrubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and hurried down to Maka's room, and knocked loudly. No answer. He knocked again with his hand on the handle and pushed open the door. It was completely empty, all but a thin paper on the desk. Soul walked into the room and picked up the paper and in fact it was a photo of Maka and Soul as children, smiling together in their favourite tree. Maka's familiar, cursive neat handwriting was on the back, with a simple sentence.

"I just want you to be happy"

Soul let a tear fall, onto the bed where he once lay with Maka on that unforgettable night. He had learned from Charles that Maka quickly packed away her belongings and left out of the door, without a word. It was strange because everyone seemed to be a little sad, for Soul did not know that they had all loved Maka and were rooting for Soul and Maka to be together, as they thought no other two people were better suited for each other. Soul quickly learnt, not to let his emotions out, and that sometimes people let you down. But life is always moving forward and you must too.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

"So how was it out there?" Soul asked curiously.

"Well I learnt a lot of things, but I really did miss being here." Maka said sadly.

"Hmm, sure you did." Soul said sarcastically, he was annoyed. The girl of his life suddenly appears on his wedding day, or what could have been their wedding day. No he was taken, almost taken by another and she was too late to say anything.

"I really did miss being here, the stability of work and money. Everyone, the cooks, the maids, Charles, your kind parents and of course you."Maka said, with a thick voice, trying not to cry. What was she doing here? She said to herself that she would never see him again. She had aspirations to marry him, to confess her love, but after hearing his parents arranging a marriage for him. She realised that all she was a maid, a confident of Soul. That kiss could have meant something, but he would be after some girl with some worth.

"Maka, what are you doing here? I'm not sure if you can be there for the ceremony, but maybe the reception." Soul asked coolly. He couldn't bear to see her stunning face, it brought back too many memories and he didn't know if he could get still have a wedding. Soul had initially wanted to marry Maka, but his parents were arranging a marriage to a girl he barely knew. But before anything was said, the love of his life was gone and his heart was shattered.

"Soul I just wanted to say, before I regret anything. I know it's a bit late, but I always loved you sin-" Maka started, as she looked down, this was the third time he had seen her cry, he wanted to look into those splendid eyes again, to hold her, to comfort her. He as still mad, though, she had gone before he said anything. He caught her wrist and caught her against the tree.

"Don't even start, Maka Albarn!" growled Soul. Tears were starting to form in his eyes

"Soul I'm sorry! I left for my reasons! I truly loved you, it was because-"

"BECAUSE OF WHAT?! If you loved me, you would have told me your problems, you would have stayed with me." Roared Soul.

"I couldn't stay and get my heart broken! Soul, your parents were already planning your engagement party, that night. I was worth nothing, and I didn't want you to be disgraced by your parents. There was no hope for us, can't you see that you are the master, and I'm just a simple maid." explained Maka. Tears streaming down her face.

"You think I would think of you lower than me? Why would I do that? Does that night not mean anything to you?" Soul asked quietly. His eyes caught her plump, fresh lips, tempting him to have another taste. Why did she smell so fragrant?

"Yes, because your parents were dealing with your future. Soul I was imaging my future with you. But you have to get back with reality! I am just a commoner and you are the middle class. We can not mix. Even if I love you." Maka said, defeated

"Say the last part again" Soul requested. He didn't care anymore for the girl he was meeting at the altar, soon. He didn't care if there was anyone watching. He didn't give a damn if someone caught him cheating, because all that mattered was that little 3 worded phrase.

"I love you-mmph!" Maka said slowly as the tear tracks started to dry on her cheeks. Soul caught her lips, licking at them, for he missed the taste of her and was begging an entrance to her. Her sweet blushing face was looking at him, he missed her face, so cute and adorable. Her feminine figure and her firm and shapely ass, in his hands. He had no care in the world, now. Soul traced her collar bone to the hollow of her throat, as she sighed in relief, he murmured against her throat "I love you" as he dreamed many nights. His "love" for the other girl was not real, and had vanished as it had came, and the old love that he still held very closely in his heart was restored, as well as the girl he fell in love with, was in his hands.

Well this was a rather long one-shot. I hope you guys liked this. I felt like writing this, because I was told to write depressing crap in English, so there. I think I might make this into a two-shot, because I believe this deserves a lemon, don't you? I don't know, please do put it into your reviews, because I'm for the lemon, but other people might be against it. But I do think I have to make a two-shot. However you guys help me decide by saying. Please review and tell me what you think about this. I hope there are no mistakes, and if there are I'm terribly sorry. Please tell if there should be a two-shot. SOMA FOREVER. Thanks everyone

Chang-Chang83

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