A/N: Please shoot me. It's been WAY over month since i updated last. I've sort of... moved on from the Soul Eater fandom. Don't get me wrong! I still love SE and everything...and it's not like i haven't been writing SE stuff. (Am writing an AU...will upload... sometime.) It's just that i've been obsessing over...other things recently. So if the characters seem OOC you'll know why. I'll stop rambling now.

Hope you enjoy the last chapter of Soul Amity. Thank you guys soooooo much for the support. I've had fun with this fic. :D

X-x-x Addicted x-x-X

"You want some of my muffin?" The meister enquired, offering to break the food up to share with her friend who looked increasingly bored as she sipped on her hot chocolate.

"Hmm?" Tsubaki snapped out of the trance to find her friend holding out a chunk of her morning tea. "Oh, no thank you."

Maka tipped her head to the side, wondering what was up with the weapon. "Are you ok Tsubaki-chan?" She asked.

She nodded. "I'm fine, I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what? Do you have some secret guy that you haven't told me about? Please don't tell me it's Black*Star." She plopped a chunk of muffin in her mouth. "I mean, I wouldn't care if you had a thing for him, I just don't think he'd treat you very well." She scowled. "He's so annoying, how the hell do you put up with his idiocy?" Maka rambled.

"No no no." Tsubaki blushed. "It's not that." She lifted her cup up to her mouth, trying to cover her face.

"What is it then?" Maka pressed, even more intrigued.

Tsubaki looked out the café window again. "Maka, do you have a specific thing that you want to do when you fall in love?"

Said meister smiled, finishing the rest of her morning tea in one mouthful, chewing and swallowing before answering her friends question.

"I want to dance in the rain with the guy I love."

x-x-x

Maka switched the stove off, stirring the pasta in the pot before placing the lid back on with a clang. She'd serve up once Soul was home, not wanting their dinner to go cold if she left it out.

The meister frowned and looked out the lounge window at the darkening sky. It would be night soon. If Soul wasn't home in the next 15 minutes she was going to be angry.

But her future wrath was calmed when there was a knock at the front door. She didn't bother taking her apron off as she swung the heavy door open, to find not the familiar face of her weapon but the shrivelled old face of what seemed to be the postman. She stepped out.

"Maka Albarn and Soul Evans?" He asked, sorting through the pile of letters in his little push-able cart.

"Yes, that's us." She answered, reaching her hands out to grab the small pile of letters (bills no doubt) addressed to her and her partner. She perked up when she noticed the colourful cardboard of a postcard.

Maka thanked the postman, -who was already making his way down the stairs and out of their building, probably eager to get home. - And turned around to re-enter their apartment, only to find the door locked.

She swore, trying again, hoping that if she was more violent, she might be granted entry.

"You're kidding." Maka sighed and slumped her head against the locked door. How could she be so careless as to lock herself out of her own house?

Maka looked down at the postcard from her mother, smiling despite the situation she found herself in. The card showed a picture of the Great Wall of China. She flipped it over, hoping this time that there might be more written on the back than the familiar scrawl of her address.

But it was blank as usual. Maka sighed, but was still grateful that her mother had taken the time to send her something.

After flipping through the rest of the mail –bills, bills and more bills. –Maka walked down the stairs and out the apartment complex, craving fresh air, she sat down on the steps out the front. Waiting for the familiar white head of her weapon to round the corner and let them both back into the apartment.

She suddenly wished she hadn't made him go get the shopping. Maka sighed and sat the papers next to her, placing her head on her hands, he better be home soon, it was almost dark.

x-x-x

It hadn't been 5 minutes before the sound of plastic bags could be heard rubbing together. Maka lifted her head out of her hands, hoping that it was Soul with the spare key and groceries.

Maka smiled when she heard grumbles of "…should have taken the bike." Feeling grateful that he was home.

"Maka?" Soul looked –understandably- confused "Why are you sitting out the front?"

The meister stood up, patting her bum rid of dust and dirt. "Locked myself out…" She mumbled, walking down the stairs to where he was still standing and grabbed a bag of shopping from his hand.

Maka felt a sense of warmth flood over as he laughed. She really did love when he laughed… and when he smiled… and how his touch lingered on her skin as she took the bag off him… She shook her head, ridding her head of those thoughts.

She was no doubt in love with this guy.

Not that he knew. And not that she wanted him to know anytime soon, for that matter.

"You're an idiot." He mock punched her arm.

"Shuddup." She grumbled, wishing that she were back inside where it wasn't raining.

Wait.

When did it start raining?

Maka looked up at the sky, which was now even darker as the clouds had gathered over Death City, deciding that, here, the only civilisation for miles was the best place to release their water.

"Come on, we're going to get wet… lucky I have a spare key." He fished it from his pocket. "Actually any later and I would have been drenched, it's already raining hard." He mumbled. "Damn I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow, I was going to play basketball with Black*Star…" He rambled.

But Maka wasn't listening. She stood in the heavy rain, hair sticking to her face already, thinking.

"…Do you have a specific thing that you want to do when you fall in love?"

"I want to dance in the rain with the guy I love." Maka mumbled out loud, remembering the conversation she had had with Tsubaki while having morning tea over 2 months ago.

"Hmm?" Soul turned around from halfway up the steps, only to find her still standing in the cold rain. "Did you say something? Why are you still standing out there?"

Maka looked up at him, watching as his warm crimson eyes looked at her with confusion. She smiled and bounded up the steps to where he was, prying the bags from his hands and placing them on the ground. She grasped his warm hand in her own and pulled him back down onto the cobblestone road that was slowly being drenched in water.

"Maka what are you doing? We're going to catch colds…" He furrowed his brows in confusion, looking at her for answers.

She smiled at him through the sheet of rain. "Go with it ok?" Maka placed her other hand on his shoulder. "I want to dance."

He continued to look at her with confusion, but proceeded to place a hand on her waist anyway. It wasn't the first time they had danced together. There was that other time in the Black Room, but she couldn't enjoy it then, she was too busy wracking her brains for a way to beat Crona. It was different now, more relaxed as they swayed together, enjoying each other's warmth, not feeling the cold, as the rain pelted their skin.

Soul grinned mischievously before spinning her out, Maka letting out a small squeak of shock as he did so. But it didn't stop when he twirled her back in. He tipped her backwards over his arm, laughing as he pulled her back up. Maka smiled, the laughter contagious. They waltzed for a bit, both pretending to act like the upper class people at balls. Backs straight and their faces rid of emotion. It didn't last long before they both cracked up.

Maka sighed and rested her face on his chest after they were done laughing. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart thud quickly from the exercise. Maka felt his arms snake around her back in a more comfortable position as they continued to sway, slower than before, his head resting on top of hers. The sound of the rain pelting on the road and roofs of buildings, acting as the music they didn't need.

"What brought this on?" Soul asked after a while, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, she felt his warm breath brush lightly over her skin.

"Nothing really." Maka mumbled, not lifting her head from his chest. She didn't necessarily want to explain about what she had told Tsubaki.

"Mmm." He mumbled in response, not pushing the matter further.

Maka was sort of… melting in a way. She relaxed into him, breathing in his faint scent. He was so warm, and his heartbeat was so soothing. So she couldn't help it when it just sort of slipped out.

"I think I love you…"

It was barely louder than a whisper and was said more to herself than to him.

"Hmm?"

Maka scrunched up her eyes shook her head against his chest, pulling away from him, embarrassed, annoyed but kind of glad he hadn't heard her sudden confession.

"Nothing." She took a step away from him. "We should get out of the rain, we're going to catch colds…" The meister turned and walked back up the stairs, picking up 2 of the 4 plastic bags that were left on the steps. "Can you get the mail that I left there as well?" She asked, turning the door into the complex, letting herself in, holding it open for him also.

"Thanks." Soul said, as he slipped past her and proceeded to walk up the stairs to their apartment, key in hand.

When they got to the door, Soul turned the key in the lock, Maka sighing, wishing she was inside already. She wanted to forget that she had blurted out what she felt before. She'd need a shower after being in the rain for so long as well, then she'd serve up dinner for the two of them, hoping that Soul had bought cheese so they could put on their pasta-"

The sound of Soul placing the letters and bags on the floor still outside the apartment tore her away from the thoughts.

"Ah…you going to open the door?" Maka asked, confused as Soul turned towards her, forcing her to back into the wall. "Soul?"

Maka's eyes widened as she realised that his face was extremely close to hers. "You know what?" She shivered as his warm breath blew against her lips. "I think I love you too." Maka caught his grin before he pressed his lips to hers, hands at the back of her neck and through her wet hair. He moved his lips against hers; slightly nibbling at her bottom lip, and shit did it feel good. She frowned when he pulled away, wishing that the warmth that surrounded her when he kissed her was still present.

She dropped the bags she was somehow still holding and reached up to pull his head back to hers, craving for more of that contact. She felt him grin against her lips as they kissed again, Maka, already addicted to the physical contact.

They both didn't know how and if this was going to affect their partnership, but then again they didn't really care.

How did something as simple as dancing in the rain turn into make out session against the outside of their apartment wall?

Oh yeah, that's right, she didn't care. The fact was, she was kissing this guy.

And she loved it.

She loved him.

And he apparently loved her back.

God dammit, she was definitely addicted.

A/N: So. Overall...Which chapter was your favourite?

Thank you again!