DISCLAIMER: I don't own Soul Eater. I do own this very cheesy storyline so feel free to blame me for that.

In the Bottom Draw

"Soul, What a slob. He runs off for no reason and I'm left to do all the cleaning." Maka talked to herself as she entered the weapon's room, the final frontier and her final place to clean. She didn't even want to know how long the clothes had been on the floor so she kicked them all into the corner and moved on to his desk.

For someone who never studied he had a very cluttered desk. Maka put all of his sheets of paper into a pile and decided to hide them in one of his draws as a punishment for leaving, he'd have to find them if he ever wanted them again. She opened to the draw right down the bottom, the best hiding place. Inside there were already sheets of paper but these ones were music. Maka put the paper in her hand onto the floor and pulled out the music. The notes were written on in pencil and the handwriting was definitely Soul's.

She left his room taking the music with her onto the couch, waiting for him to come home.

"Maka." Soul whispered. She slowly opened her eyes to see him kneeled on the ground in front of the couch.

"You were asleep when I got back so I left you there. It's dinner time, I bought Burgers, want one?"

'Yeah." She replied still half asleep and dazed. What was she here for in the first place? She was waiting for Soul, but why? She shifted her hand to accept the food and realised she was holding something. Music. Soul's music. She folded the paper and put it behind her back before taking her plate from the Sythe.

"Thanks." She smiled, now aware of what she was doing and excited anew.

"What did you do today? Apart from sleep?" Soul asked.

"I was cleaning the house." She grinned unintentionally and Soul gave her a weird look but he didn't pursue it.

"Where did you disappear to?"

"Black Star wanted me to play basketball with him."

They ate the rest of their meals with minimal talk. When they were done Maka put down her plate and started her attack.

"So, Soul," She turned innocently to face him. "While I was cleaning today I found something."

"What?" Soul looked confused.

"In your room," His face went pale, "I was cleaning your desk," colour returned to his face. Maka made a mental note to investigate later. "And I found music, in your bottom draw."

"Oh," He looked away from her, "Yeah."

"You wrote it?"

"Yeah."

"Could you play it for me? Soul looked up at her face, she was smiling. "Please." She added.

The two of them got up and Soul led Maka to his room, where he had a small keyboard. She sat on his bed and looked at him as he set the music up. As his fingers hit the keys they both felt calm. Maka always enjoyed Soul's music, this was no exception.

He played to her for over and hour, making eye contact as often as possible. When he stopped Maka smiled and clapped softly. He moved off the chair and sat next to Maka on the bed.

"If you played for me every night I'd never have bad dreams again" Maka whispered, letting her head fall to his shoulder.

"If I was this close to you every night I'd never have to worry about being cool again." When he looked over to see her reaction she was already asleep.