Hope you enjoy this, and all my future one-shot drabbles that I'll be posting here for that matter.

Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Okubo and Bones.

X-x-x Scars x-x-X

"How'd you get that?"

"Knife slipped while i was making dinner."

There was a pause, in which Maka let her eyes drift back to her book, trying to find the line she was currently in the middle of reading.

"What about this one?" Soul's light touch grazed the faint discolouration on her wrist.

"Uh, not sure, probably got it on some mission." She shrugged.

They were currently stationed in a comfortable position on the couch, well comfortable for Maka anyway. The meister had placed a cushion in Soul's lap, (in which he allowed her head to be laid in) and had pushed him to the furthermost corner of the sofa, enabling herself the most room available to spread out on.

Soul was supposed to be watching the T.V, but instead he had taken a sudden interest in the scars that lined Maka's arms.

The said slid slightly calloused finger tips over the discoloured rips. Unawares of the way he made his meister shiver in...was it pleasure? Distracted away from her book, Maka focused all her attention on the warmth that was emitting from their simple contact.

"This one?" Soul asked, tracing over the top of her shoulder, close to the strap of her singlet...and bra for that matter.

"Um. Dunno."

Why was her heart beating so damn fast? It was just Soul, just that stupid, immature sloppy guy that she was best friends with. Exactly, they were just friends.

Then why the hell was her body betraying her in this way? And why did she like it so god damn much!

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt his finger trickle slowly up her neck and stop agonizingly close to her jaw line. She almost let a growl escape her throat. How dare he stop, when she was enjoying it so much!

"What about this one?" He whispered huskily down at her, hint of a smile traced in his voice.

"Chrona, when she cut me, right before the Kishin was revived." Maka had no idea how she was keeping her voice so calm.

She was grateful when his fingers were on the move again, continuing to tickle their sweet way up her neck and stroke her cheek so gently. She subconsciously lent into his touch.

"And this one?" The meister finally looked up at him, and as soon as she did, she felt herself fall into his deep crimson eyes. They burned into her. As hot as the colour that was portrayed in his irises. His were filled with emotion; she recognized curiosity as well as something else that made her lower stomach burn.

Wait.

"Since when did i have one on my face?" Maka knitted her eyebrows together trying to remember the last time she looked at herself properly in the mirror. It was today, so unless she cut her cheek without knowing...there was no scar.

The scythe's straight face grew into his well known smirk.

"You don't"

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"Maka-CHOP!"

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