Risenfromash:I have once again caught the fanfic writing bug and I'm excited to share with you this first person adventure told present tense by Soul Eater. Just to let you know I was so immediately taken by the SoMa pairing that I started writing this before I even finished watching the anime. Normally, I build upon the existing canon, but since I haven't read the manga yet I am sure there are things that will conflict with the canon of the manga and the end of the anime series. Assume that the kishin has been defeated and Crona is AWOL…that's pretty much all you need to make this story fit with most of what happens in the anime…

Chapter 1: The Girl at the Other End of the Sofa

It's afternoon on a Saturday. Sunlight streams in through our living room window making a bright elongated rhombus on the floor. If our friend, Blair the magic cat, were here she would be lying smack dab in the middle of that sun spot, but she's gone for the day out on some adventure or another and I don't mind. Lately when she's been transforming into her human form she's been forgetting to clothe herself and as nice as it is to see a naked woman I find it a tad bit disturbing to go from petting a cat one moment to stroking a naked woman the next.

It's nice to have the afternoon to hang out with my roommate and partner, Maka. She's what makes this place home for me, more than the posters on my bedroom wall or my bottles of my favorite soda in the fridge. Maka is more than a partner to me; she's my other half, though I always avoid using that terminology aloud. It raises too many questions from noisy people who need to mind their own business and just accept that she's my meister and I'm her weapon and so where she goes, I go.

And go we have. We've traveled all over hell and back hunting demons and witches, so having a relatively "normal" afternoon in one another's company free from the drama of world-saving is a pleasant treat for both of us. Plopped down on our sofa, she reads an intimidatingly thick book while I finger mash the videogame controller occasionally shouting obscenities at the asshole player who is insisting on cockblocking my finishing move every single time I go to use it.

"If Godbutt35 is Black*Star I swear to Death I will kick the shit out of him."

She glances up from her book. "Want me to tell Tsubaki she needs to make him play fair?" I grin a little. At least Black*Star is more whipped than me. I'm totally devoted to my meister I can stand up to her on the rare occasion when she's being stupid or doing something I disagree with. Black*Star and Tsubaki's partnership functions totally differently because he is always doing something stupid and on some level he must know it because he does whatever his weapon tells him. With anyone else it's all machismo, but she can get him to do anything which I assume is because he's as infatuated with his partner as I am with mine.

The difference is that Black*Star would take sex from any willing female and I'm waiting for Maka. That may sound incredibly romantic but in reality it's damned annoying, because Maka is the queen of mixed signals. One moment she's whacking me in the head with a textbook any time another checks me out, the next she's pulling away when I try to hold her; I can't figure out if she wants to take things to the next level or not. And since we already live, work, study, and hangout on weekends together I can't exactly ask her out on a date to get the conversation started. That'd be kind of like asking your bandmate to come jam with you. I've considered trying to talk to her about this, but we aren't that great at talking. Instead of talking we often end up understanding one another's feelings as an after effect of the intimacy of our souls during soul resonance, but when it comes to this attraction and whether or not it's mutual I can't pick up a thing from her even during soul resonance.

Which leaves me in the incredibly awkward position of totally jonesing for her, but feeling like a lecherous pervert anytime I fantasize about her because I don't know if she thinks about me that way. Part of the problem is that Maka is humble to a fault. She doesn't credit herself with being nearly as brave or talented as she actually is, let alone how beautiful. You try to compliment her and she just shakes her head like you've said the dumbest thing on the planet. I tell her to knock it the hell off, but she still does it every time I try to tell her how great she looks.

Fact is we pretty much function like a couple, except that we don't do romantic stuff and our physical contact has only gone so far as a quick peck on the cheek, a celebratory hug, back rubs on a stressful day, and sometimes holding hands so having me nudge us in the direction of sex could make me seem like every other horny teenage guy when I really want to do it because I love her. And I'm riddled with guilt because how uncool of me to be projecting some kind of sexual fantasy onto our partnership if all she feels is platonic?

But, really, this girl needs to think about things from my perspective once in a while because she doesn't make it easy for me to not develop these kinds of feelings. First off, we are soul mates- hence our incredible capacity to resonant our souls with one another in combat. Second, she is constantly wearing teeny, tiny clothing- skirts the size of handkerchiefs, tops that cling to her tits, colors that bring out the green in her eyes. And then to top it all off, when she gets excited she'll throw her arms around me and kiss me…on the cheek and every single time I think for like a millisecond it's going to be on the mouth and I get really excited and then I feel crushed when those precious lips steer clear of mine.

I'm beginning to wonder if she's asexual, because she doesn't seem too interested in anybody in that way. I mean I realize that I may not be too appealing what with my spikey teeth, red eyes, and hair the color of an old man's, but she's never dated anyone and has no crushes that I know of, not even on movie stars or celebrities. At a time when the entire DWMA student body is spending as much time preparing for proms as witch hunts she seems fairly oblivious to the idea that someone might want to date her. I guess I should be thankful for that, because I might come unglued if I had to see her cozying up to some other guy. The thought alone gets me a bit ill.

Then there's my lesbian theory, strengthened by her strong bond with Crona who I think is actually a chick though she/he refers to herself/himself as male. Which is cool- I don't care what Crona has under that dress, but is will be pretty lame if I find out down the road that the object of my affection has been playing for the other team the whole time.

I pause my game and look over at her. She is deeply engrossed in her book, so she doesn't notice me watching her. I gaze at her legs and feel pervy, because I know how much I want to touch them and allow my hands to run all the way up them and how much I want to tear her clothes off and kiss every inch of her body. I'm flooded with images of her reciprocating my advances by tossing aside her book and giving herself to me right here on the couch. I groan. I can never have a generic sexual fantasy anymore. No matter how hard I try the Jane Doe in my mind ends up turning into her and then I'm left with a huge amount of guilt afterward.

I close my eyes and attempt to transform the thoughts bouncing around in my brain from amorous to platonic. I think about how Maka's sense of justice inspires me and that amazing self-confident glare she gives the enemy before we kick their ass. I remember all the late nights at the kitchen table where she has helped me cram for exams. Without her I probably would have been kicked out of the DWMA, because it's not really the demon eating that's given me a focus, it's her.

And once again I come to the same damn conclusion I keep coming to when I think about her, which is to give it time. If I really want her as my partner for life, I should be able to wait a while longer.

I close my eyes and pray.

Death, if Maka feels for me what I do for her let her show it, and, make it soon, please. Cause I'm really starting to lose my cool and that isn't cool at all.