Guuuh, My first Soul Eater Fanfic. I do hope you enjoy it. Recent Development/Edit, ran it through the spell check yadda yadda.

I was embarrassed to have it as the front page of my collection of One-Shots looking like such rubbish. So now it's better and fixed and yay!

Hope you enjoy it!

Maka scuffed the ground hesitantly; her eyes still glued to the big bay window at the front of the church, searching the outside street for the motorcycle she knew wouldn't be there. He was on a mission, over-seas, like always. The tight knot in her stomach churned, making her head spin. This was not the way it was supposed to be. She took a shaky step back, unstable in her three-inch heels. These shoes would be the death of her, she swore it. Her large white dress trailed delicately behind her as she paced slowly in front of the window, still focusing on her breathing.

"You look beautiful," A familiar voice behind her said. She froze for a moment, trying to fix her expression to that of 'blushing bride'; it came out as a scowl.

"Thanks," She said through gritted teeth, turning towards her father. Spirit smiled at her encouragingly, but it didn't touch his eyes, they remained dark and expressionless. After a moment he sighed and leaned against the wood paneling of the wall. Maka knew he wasn't happy; no one was in this situation. If her father knew this was what she really wanted he'd throw a big stink about his little girl and how much he loved her; tears, running nose, the whole bit. There was none of that today. Just mournful sighs and cold expressions. She went back to looking out of her window,

"You really do look like a bride Maka," Spirit finally mumbled. She knew he was right. The strapless white dress (that stayed up by some miracle) clung nicely to her torso, accentuating the curves she had finally developed over the past few years. At her waist it flared out, leaving delicate folds and giving her the fairy princess look that so many girls dreamed of. A layer of simple, but beautiful lace covered the entire garment. The veil was placed delicately in her hair, surrounded by curls pinned up around the crown of her head, leaving a few to cascade down her neck. Yes, Spirit was right, she looked like a bride. Whether she felt like one, well that was a different story.

"Yeah, Thanks," She said again. Dread had started to fill her completely as she scanned the street once more. He wasn't coming. Her father watched her, a sickly expression clouding his face. He sucked in a breath,

"I don't think Soul's coming," He said slowly. Maka flinched involuntarily at the words she knew were true. She just hadn't accepted it yet,

"He probably didn't get the invitation," She breathed, choking back tears for the hundredth time today. Most brides were supposed to cry from joy, she mused morbidly.

"Mmm," Spirit watched her steady herself on the window frame,

"It's hard to know where he'll be, with all his assignments... Ever since he became a Death Scythe, he doesn't need me anymore. He's Lord Death's weapon now. I always knew that would mean he'd be sent on missions all over the world without me... I hardly see him; I haven't talked to him..." She was shaking now, little sobs getting caught in her rib cage. Spirit stood to his feet quickly,

"Damn it Maka! You don't need to do this!" He grabbed her shoulders spinning her around, "Don't do this." He looked into her eyes but she averted her gaze almost instantly,

"I have to," She mumbled, "there's no other way... I don't have a choice"

"I'll fight for you Maka! Everyone will! You can't marry someone you don't love, no matter how dangerous-" Maka's sadness turned to anger in a flash,

"What the hell do you know about love!" She interrupted, "You 'love' every woman that moves!" She pushed him off, "If there was a way out of this, trust me, I would have taken it! I'm getting married today, and you'll either walk me down the aisle quietly, and smile politely and say that you agree with the union, or you won't walk me down at all! Your choice," She spun on her heel indignantly, almost toppling over, "The wedding is going to start soon," She said coldly. Spirit watched the back of her head for a moment before sighing in defeat,

"I'll go get Tsubaki, Patty and Liz then," he mumbled quietly, glancing at his daughter before gathering up the bridesmaids.

The motorcycle screeched around the corner, barely missing a yellow sports car, Soul had to put his foot out and push off the passenger door of the sleek vehicle in order to make the corner. The bike swerved slightly before he gave it more throttle and shot forward.

"Shit!" He growled, glancing down at his watch angrily. His plane had been delayed. He was going to be too late, if wasn't too late already. Why hadn't Lord Death told him? He hadn't heard from Lord Death for a while actually. His mission to find and stop the new Kishin that had awoken failed, was it that Shinigami was angry with him? But even then' Black Star could have at least... He urged the bike forward, going faster than he ever had on the stupid hunk of metal. He swerved around the corner and saw the church standing before him. With a jerk of his upper body, he managed to jump the curb in front of the ominous building. As it came back towards the ground, he forced himself off the bike, discarding it on its side in the middle of the parking lot as he ran headlong towards the door, a string of profanities following him.

"Maka!" He bellowed, bursting through the doors. When he saw that the front lobby was empty, fear gripped every part of him. I'm too late. He forced his body to move up the stairs, still running faster than he thought he knew how towards the main sanctuary, where she was getting... married. He felt his teeth grit tighter together at the thought. Skidding around the corner he saw her, standing at the front of the room holding hands with some stranger, someone he'd never even met before. The man smiled down at her but her green eyes were stuck to the minister in between them. He couldn't help but notice just how beautiful Maka was... Soul felt sick. He took a loud step into the sanctuary and tried to steady his panting,

"Maka," Soul growled from the back of the room. Every head turned towards him. There weren't many people attending; only members from he and Maka's old high school class, some Shibushin professors and Maka's parents. Her mother, he noted silently, whom he had only met once. All together, they only filled about five pews. His leather jacket and black jeans really didn't fit in with all the suits and fancy dresses, but was beyond caring about that.

"S-soul?" Maka stammered, staring down the aisle towards him. He didn't know what to do, didn't know what he was doing as he walked towards her, his body shaking, his hands balled into fists,

"What the hell is this Maka?" he said quietly, his words icy. He glanced at the bridesmaids on the platform with her; each had an expression of pure dread. Even Patty, in her eyes he saw malice,

"My wedding," Maka squeaked quietly, Soul kept advancing up the aisle, only now noticing the whispers all around him. Someone grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. He jerked it away before looking down at Stein who simply shook his head at the boy and tried to tell him something with his eyes. But the anger and pain was too much,

"Your wedding." He said evenly.

"Who is this, Maka?" The man holding Maka's hands said politely. Too politely, Soul finally looked at him and his mouth fell open slightly. There was no doubt in his mind, no way around it. The man standing next to Maka was a Kishin. In fact, he was the Kishin that Soul had been hunting. His black hair jetted out in a few different ways, but insanity was oozing out of him. Everyone in this room knew and feared him. His unpredictable nature became painfully apparent to Soul whose eyes immediately darted towards Maka. She wasn't getting married because she loved him; she was getting married because she was in danger. Not only her... but...

"Where's Lord Death?" Soul said evenly. This time Stein stood beside Soul and leaned towards him,

"Sit down," He breathed, "Now," Soul looked up at his former meister, her eyes pleading. He felt as if he might explode everywhere all at once. He knew something was wrong; it was now simply a matter of how to fix it. Of all the messes Maka had gotten into... He swore he would never leave this woman again.

Maka looked into Soul's crimson eyes, much of the apprehension leaving her as he sat down beside Stein, his eyes never breaking contact with her own.

"Darling," She cringed as Marcus spoke again, his voice coated in artificial kindness, "I don't like to ask twice. Who is that who has tried to ruin my special day?" His voice wavered twice, Maka knew he was trying to keep the insanity under wraps, but it was difficult for someone as sinister as him.

"That's Soul," She mumbled quietly, trying to ignore the flutter she felt when she said his name, "That's my weapon,"

"Soul?" Marcus scoffed, "I'll kill him later, on with the ceremony." Maka's breath got caught in her throat,

"Y-you promised," She whispered, "No one gets killed if I marry you, and you'll let Lord Death and Black Star go," Marcus' eyes narrowed,

"Discussions for a married couple, not an engaged one," He turned to the congregation and let out a few crazed laughs, "Sorry about the interruption," He spat the words out, "We will continue now," his right arm caught the minister by the neck suddenly, "Where were we now?" He chuckled maniacally as the minister gasped for air under his grip,

"Y-yes," he wheezed, "Do you Marcus Albatraus take Maka Albarn as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." Marcus released the minister to go back to holding Maka's hands. He dug his nails into her skin wildly and she cringed automatically. Everyone in the room could tell. Maka could see Soul gripping the hardwood of the pew in front of him tightly, his teeth gritted. She closed her eyes and thought of what would happen when this was all over.

"Do you Maka Albarn..."

Lord Death would be safe, which meant Shibusen would be safe,

"Take Marcus Albatraus..."

Black Star, the idiot... he would be safe. Although if he hadn't tried to stop the wedding the first place he'd be safe anyway,

"As your Lawfully Wedded..."

Her Family would be safe. Her friends... Marcus promised he'd leave them be. And although she hated trusting a Kishin, there was nothing else she could do,

"Husband?"

And Soul would be safe. He'd given his life for her dozen, hundreds of times. She could do the same easily.

"I do."

There were sounds of distaste from the crowd that Maka tried desperately to ignore. She thought instead of how kind it was for all of them to come. To say Goodbye. Of course it was viewed as more of a funeral then a wedding for Maka. Everyone saw it as such. Well, everyone aside from Marcus. Of course the best possibility seemed that Marcus would simply consume her soul, but let the others live.

"You may kiss the bride,"

"There we are," Marcus mused, releasing Maka's hands. She looked down to see blood covering them from where his nails had punctured her, "Old man," Marcus looked at the minister, "That took too long," with one swish of his hand, the ministers body collapsed, his head rolling dismembered across the platform. Marcus giggled at Maka horrified expression.

"Enough!" Death the Kid was standing up in his pew, fitting in with all the men wearing a black suit jacket. However, rage was coursing through his body, "Enough of all this! Patty! Liz!"

"I thought you'd never ask," Liz ripped off the bottom of her red dress and did an elegant jump into the air before morphing into the sleek silver gun. Patty followed in a similar manner, pointing her fingers in the shape of a gun at Marcus before turning into the real thing. Tsubaki shot Maka a panicked look, no doubt wondering what to do without her precious meister there. Kid didn't hesitate at all, he jumped from the pew to catch the girls, aiming perfectly at Marcus and shooting the gun deliberately. Marcus slapped the bullets away with the back of his hand, causing them to collide explosively with the pews, scattering the guest with them.

"Please..." Maka fell to her knees at the smoke cloud in front of her, not one of the guest's visible inside, "You promised,"

"Men promise all sorts of things they don't intend to follow through with," Marcus laughed hysterically as he stood over her, he leaned down to meet her eye to eye, "I will kill all of them," he whispered, "One. By. One,"

"Like hell you will," The smoke cloud cleared to reveal the guest, a large group of meisters partnered with their transformed weapons. Maka's mother, Kami, was standing at the front and had been the one to speak; she was wielding Spirit. If she wasn't absolutely terrified, Maka probably would have been shocked.

"You forget, scary students from Shibusen, That I have you're precious Death Lord in captivity," Marcus growled at them as he grabbed Maka by the hair, hoisting her up painfully to stand beside him, she let out a soft cry as he tore the veil from her head, "and pretty little Maka." His voice dropped to a whisper as he pulled her closer to him, "I haven't kissed the bride yet," He opened his mouth slightly, a crazed grin threatening to plaster across his face. Maka's expression screamed panic, but that seemed to only please Marcus more.

"Let go of her," Soul growled, walking towards them, "You Bastard."

"You will not tell me what I can and can't do with my own wife," Marcus took pleasure in the swelling rage in Soul's crimson eyes.

"Then I'll tell you what you can and can't do my daughter," Kami was suddenly behind him, her scythe at his throat, "And you will let go of her. Followed by telling us where the Death Lord is," Marcus paused for a moment before looking down at Maka,

"Well... if you insist," His nails dug in once more, this time to the back of Maka's neck as he lifted her like a rag doll. He swung her into Kami once, before throwing her the other way into the back of the church wall. Kami stumbled backwards, barely moving her Death scythe out of the way before cutting her daughter. Maka screamed only once before breaking through the brick of the wall behind her. She Heard Marcus' howling laughter, and then his bellowing call to his followers. In no time at all his minions would arrive and start hacking away at her friends and family...

"Maka!" Things were blurry. Everything seemed far away. She looked down at her wedding dress... once white and pristine was now blotched in blood and dirt. She lifted a hand to the back of her head where she felt a thick, stickiness in her hair. She winced at the blood pooling out from the wound. A few of her ribs were cracked that much she knew, and her shoulder was probably dislocated. She tried to sit but couldn't manage it. She could hear footsteps approaching and soon saw the white hair and red eyes she had missed more than anything kneeling over her,

"Soul." She said; just to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her,

"You idiot." Soul said quietly, his hand finding her face lightly, "You're such an idiot," He repeated as he reached under the small of her back and hoisted her up gently, she winced only slightly when her shoulder was jostled. He pulled her into his chest, using his other hand to prop of her head against his shoulder as they sat in a heap on the ground. She could hear the clang of weapons outside of the smoke left from the rubble

"Sorry," She breathed quietly, "I tried to save them,"

"When we get out of this, I'm yelling at you. A lot." Soul said softly, "You scared the shit out of me, and you're not dying now okay? You're not going to scare me anymore. Okay?"

"Okay," She tried desperately to remain conscience. She was where she had wanted to be for the last eight months: In the arms of Soul Eater Evans. And although the circumstances leading up to it were less than desirable, she refused to pass out now. There was so much more that she could do... But things were getting fuzzy, her eyes were rolling back into her head; she could feel lt.

"Maka," Soul breathed into her ear, "I'm going to kick this guy's ass now," Her hands dug in to the fabric of his shirt

"No," she wheezed, "No he's too strong," Soul moved slightly to prop her against the wall, removing his hands from her neck and back.

"Even if he wasn't a Kishin, Maka... You were going to marry him. He's dead," Soul pried her hands gently from his shirt,

"I did," Maka choked out, "I married him," A thick hot tear spilled over her cheek, filling Soul with even more resolve,

"Naw, doesn't count," he leaned back in towards her, grinning, "You didn't kiss," he paused for a moment, lingering at her face, and she let her eyes close. She could feel his warm breath for a few more moments before his pressed his lips gently against her own. It was so satisfying, she thought briefly that she could be imagining it, and just before she lost consciousness she heard that husky drawl once more,

"Maka... I love you,"

She was unconscious. Probably a good thing in retrospect, Soul thought grimly. Finally revealing something so important to her as she passes out: reeeal cool, but he'd beat himself up about that later. He turned around, the dust had finally settled and he could clearly see the battle before of the pews had been busted up and pushed to the side of the room at some time during all the mayhem, leaving clearings where everyone was fighting. On the main platform, where the couple had stood, a group of familiar meisters surrounded Marcus. Kid had clearly taken some hits, he was bleeding down the side of his face, Kami was teetering a little, and kept shaking her head back and forth: something Maka frequently did to clear her vision after receiving a sharp blow. Stein was wielding Marie as he jumped towards Marcus, but was blocked by his forearm, and received a sharp knee to the stomach which sent him backwards, hunching over for a moment before regaining his footing. Most of the Shibusen students were fighting the Kishin's minions, and they all had their hands full. Tsubaki was self-wielding: something Soul had never seen her do before. Her arm was a black, sleek blade as she spun and swung at the smaller demons. Every now and then she would switch to another one of her weapon forms to fight off more of them. She was handling herself without her meister better than Soul would have thought. He rushed to Marcus, jumping vertically at him, his arm morphing into the black-red scythe.

"Where are Black Star and Lord Death!" He yelled, his blade being caught in the palm of Marcus' hand.

"Dead." he laughed hysterically, tossing Soul to the ground. He skidded backwards across the ground, landing beside Stein; Soul looked up at him,

"His arms," Soul said flatly, Stein simply nodded in return. He then glanced at Kid who nodded, a grin spreading across his face. Kami looked at Stein before spinning the Scythe in her hands once delicately.

"Soul Resonance!" She shouted suddenly. The Four of them focused for a moment to feel each other's wave-lengths before tapping in fully. Kid launched forward, jumping and shooting from the air, Stein quickly jumped sideways, around Marcus' back while Soul and Kami ran headlong in, one from each side of him. Marcus reached up to block the incoming blasts from Kids newly transformed, and much larger Guns. He deflected the first blast but was too late; Kami caught him around his right shoulder with her Scythe as Soul caught the other. Marcus' eyes were huge as his arms fell from his body. Stein pounded into his back with the Hammer he wielded, sending him face first into the ground, sliding and skidding a few meters away. Marcus writhed on the ground, screaming and cursing. Each Meister stood at the ready as Soul sauntered over and placed his foot square against Marcus' chest, holding him to the ground.

"I'll ask again, this time less nicely since you tried to marry the only girl who means anything to me," Soul put his Scythed arm to Marcus' throat, "Where is Black Star and Lord Death," he growled through gritted, sharp teeth. Marcus snarled up at him,

"You'll kill me either way," He spat,

"That's true," Soul pushed the sharp metal of his arm against Marcus' throat, "But that'll be for hurting the same girl we mentioned earlier. Depending on your next few answers, you get to decided how painful your death ends up being. If you answer them correctly, and honestly, in this case it would be very painless," He glowered down at the Kishin.

"They remain in your precious school! Shibusen scum." Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it embarrassing? Knowing they stayed within your constant homestead? You can't even locate your precious Death Lord when he's right under your noses," Soul dug the metal in deeper to this throat.

"That's impossible," Stein said, standing over the two, "I would have detected their souls. Especially Lord Death. Unless..." He trailed off, lighting a cigarette. Marie morphed back into her human form,

"Don't smoke in a church!" She snatched it away before turning towards Kami and Kid, "Help the others hold back the rest! We're fine over here," The two nodded before darting off to kill the remaining Demons.

"Unless what, Professor?" Soul asked, his eyes still not leaving Marcus'

"Unless he some-how forced a Soul Concealer on them. But it would have to be the calibre of one of greatest witches in the world. Especially to conceal the Death Lords." Stein took out another cigarette,

"And Kishin's generally aren't born by themselves..." Marie looked up at Stein, her mouth pressed in a firm line,

"Clever, clever students of Shinigami," Marcus laughed again.

"Who created you then? Who's pulling the strings?" Soul roared down at him,

"Who was, you should ask. Poor thing, couldn't even handle her own creation," Marcus laughed humorlessly once more, "I consumed her soul the moment I was strong enough too. And yes, for those of you keeping track, it means I gain her spells and amplify them," The smile that was much to large widened to a sickening level as he gargled out more childlike laughter,

"That's all we needed to know." Soul straightened his body, "Your biggest mistake: you fucked with Maka," He raised his Scythed arm up, "Which means, you fucked with me," The Scythe came down in a spatter, Marcus' head rolled slightly away from his body as Soul stood up, stuffing his now human hands in his pockets,

"Gross," Marie said quietly, Stein just smiled down at her,

"You might want to leave then, the next part, sealing his soul, can get pretty messy," Stein laughed slightly at her horrified expression: she knew all too well of the necessary treatment. There appeared to be no smaller Demons left, which didn't surprise anyone, seeing as almost all of Shibusen just took them on. The weapons were back to human form, and most partners were high-fiving or catching their breath. Patty and Liz were affectionately glommed on to Death the Kid, cooing about how brave and wonderful he was for being the first to fight. Fighting all these trained professionals... Today was a bad move on Marcus' part, but it was a worse move on Maka's.

What a baka. Soul thought, marrying a Kishin. He couldn't help but smile morbidly, feeling slightly fulfilled after killing that guy.

"I'm getting Maka. Let's go home." He finally sighed.

The heart monitor beeped obnoxiously. Maka squinted her eyes shut before they finally fluttered open. The room was dark and she suddenly felt her heart pound in her chest. The monitor picked up speed as she sat up quickly, only to find a sharp pain in her rips and shoulder. She winced audibly, and swore under her breath, unaware of her surroundings still, she tried to swing her legs out of bed, but was stopped,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax," Soul caught her legs and lifted them gently back under the covers,

"The Death Lord! Black Star! Where's Marcus?" Maka eyes searched the room frantically; everything was so foggy in her mind. Soul placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing him to look into his crimson eyes,

"It's okay- listen- stop struggling- Damn it Maka! They're fine!" She froze for a moment, her breathing in quick pants, "It's okay," he soothed, running his thumbs across her cheekbones lightly, "They're okay,"

"Where are they?" She said quickly, "Marcus?"

"Yeah.. He's dead," Soul released her and let her sink back into her pillow,

"How... Who-?"

"I told you I was going to kill him, and I did. End of story." he grinned but her eyes stayed wide, still filled with terror. Soul sighed, "Everyone is safe Maka, Black Star and the Death Lord were just hidden. Once we killed Marcus, the spell was finished. They were in Shibusen the whole time. And no one else is messed up, you're the worst hurt and you're not even that bad. Stop being so uncool," She let out a puff of air, knowing Soul was one of the only people she could actually trust to not leave out any important information she wanted to know. She smiled at him and much of the apprehension in his face left,

"Wait..." He said, leaning back in his chair slightly, "Aren't brides supposed to wake up all glowy and blushing and crap after their wedding night?" Soul smirked at her from his chair beside her hospital bed. The chair had been pulled from the wall to face her bed so he could sleep with his head resting on the mattress, a position she hadn't seen since he had left for his over-seas assignments. Mostly just because she hadn't done anything reckless during those times, she hadn't been 'bed-rest' hurt since the days when she and Soul took on big missions. Now she was just a meister trainer at DWMA. That was her temporary post, until she could find a more permanent weapon. The last weapon she took on a mission ended very badly: like, Kishin falling in love with her, kidnapping Lord Death to force her hand in marriage bad.

"Shut up," she settled on. She sat up, leaning her back against the bedframe painfully. She reached up to her face, searching for injuries.

"You're pretty beat up," Soul said slowly as Maka's fingers found the long bandage wrapped tightly around her head a few times, "Head, ribs, shoulder," Soul pointed to each section of her body as he explained the injuries, "You're fine. Just stay in bed, but actually stay in bed." He grinned toothily at her, she reciprocated easily,

"It's been a while since I've woken up in a hospital bed with you beside me," She laughed, but Soul's expression darkened,

"Don't say it like it's a good thing," he slumped further in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest

"I'm not," she said, prodding her ribs lightly, still investigating the damage, "I just missed you is all," Soul scoffed,

"Yeah, you were lonely enough to go and marry a Kishin," he said it with more malice then he meant to. Her eyes shot up to his face immediately.

"I had to do it."

"I'm sure."

"I couldn't have done anything else!"

"You could have fought him!"

"I didn't have a weapon!" Souls chair scraped across the floor loudly as he shot to his feet,

"Like I had a choice if I could leave or not! I'm a Death-Scythe now Maka! You think going away is easy for me? Leaving tears me apart! But I always told myself it'd be fine, you'll be safe, you won't do something stupid, you'll be waiting for me when I get back. Do you have any idea what it was like to hear you were getting married?" He kicked the chair forcefully, flipping it over and cursed, "And then, I had to sit there and watch you agree to it: agree to marry some ass hole, and the whole time all I could think was-" He stopped suddenly, his eyes finally resting on Maka's face, her eyes watery, her heart monitor going crazy,

"'Could think was' what Soul?" She held back a sob as a tear spilled over, "How stupid I was? Why someone so powerful would want to marry a flat-chested, uncool girl like me? How much trouble I got everyone into?" Her sobs were escaping more regularly now, and she tried frantically to stop the piteous display,

"What? No!" Soul took a few quick steps so he was standing over her, "Are you insane?"

"Well then what! What were you thinking!" She yelled louder then she meant and paid for it when her ribs sent a jabbing pain through her body. She doubled over and gasped, clutching her torso. Soul knelt down in a split-second and straightened her,

"Shit." He pulled her upright and tightened the bandage quickly, "I'm sorry," He mumbled quietly as he wrapped the white cloth around her, "All I could think was..." He sighed, folding the fabric in on itself and slumping to sit on the edge of the mattress, looking at the ground, "It should have been... me,"

"What?" Maka asked, barely a whisper, she searched his face but he wouldn't meet her gaze. They sat in silence for a moment,

"You passed out early," Soul said, finally looking up at her. He had an expectant look in his crimson eyes, as if begging her to remember something she couldn't.

"Passed out? When? You mean at the-" Maka stopped suddenly, bringing her hand up to her mouth slowly, "Oh," she said softly. Soul ran a hand through his snow white hair, clearly distressed,

"Yeah. Sorry." He mumbled gruffly, "I promised I'd yell at you too... Now that that's taken care of," He turned towards her, his eyes intense. Her heart picked up the pace a little and Soul tried not to smirk, "Do you remember?" he leaned, his face only inches away from her own.

"Y-yes," Maka stammered, not sure how she was supposed to react,

"Maka," he said quietly, "I don't want to leave anymore... I've known for a while, but I didn't want to push you in to something you weren't ready for... When I found out you were getting married... I.-" he stopped for a moment, balling his hands into fists, fixing his gaze intently on the floor "I just-" He stopped when she placed her hand on top of his lightly. He looked up to see her smiling warmly at him,

"Soul," She murmured, fidgeting a little before getting the fiery look in her mossy green eyes he knew all too well as she almost shouted, "I-I'm in love with you!" They were silent for a moment as Soul stared at her deepening blush,

"Well then," Soul said, his lopsided grin widening as he leaned in, his mouth at her ear, "You probably shouldn't have married a bad-guy," he whispered huskily. Maka's mouth dropped open

As her hand located the spine of a book,

"MAKA CH-" her attack was interrupted by Soul's mouth catching her own, his hand quickly moved to her wrist and she dropped the book lightly on the floor, her eyes closing slowly as he leaned in and kissed her deeper. Their mouths moved together slowly but with meaning and purpose. All the years of pent up feelings being released in a single act of affection. She realised her hands were knotting through his hair lightly as Soul playfully bit her bottom lip, satisfied when he felt her mouth smile under his. He was balanced on his knees, one hand on her jaw, his fingertips in her hairline, lightly pulling her closer to him. She leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself towards him when she jerked her shoulder the wrong way,

"Ow ow ow," She winced, grabbing her shoulder in her other arm and trying to readjust it. Soul snickered,

"Sorry," He grinned down at her, standing up and putting the chair he had previously attacked back in its spot beside the bed. He slumped into it and Maka blushed,

"w-why are you sorry," She asked quietly, suddenly feeling insecure,

"About the shoulder?"

"Oh. Yes. Ohh, yeah that's okay,"

"What did you think I meant?" He raised an eyebrow at her flustered expression, again trying his best not to laugh,

"My arm, obviously,"

"You're such a bad liar," He laughed when she flushed deeper, "No, I'm not sorry for kissing you," He leaned his elbows on the mattress and rested his head on his hands, a playful smile on his lips,

"Soul?" Maka finally managed to squeak,

"Yeah?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing at her distraught expression,

"What did you mean... It should have been you?" She looked into his eyes and he froze for a moment before sighing in defeat,

"This is so uncool," he murmured, "Look; I don't want to freak you out,"

"Why would you do that?" Maka cocked her head to the side, her pigtails framing her face cutely,

"I just..." Soul gritted his teeth, "You can't marry someone who isn't me," he said it rather quickly, but slow enough for it to sink in,

"Oh."

"I'm not proposing or anything," Soul said, waving his hands in front of him, "I just mean... You know..."

"I won't," Maka said, smiling at him, "I don't want to marry anyone that isn't you either," She looked away blushing. Soul just grinned at her,

"Okay. Good." He stood up, "Now get some rest baka," She was about to protest until he leaned in and placed a warm, soft kiss on her forehead,

"Don't leave," She whispered, catching his hand as he leaned away from her,

"I won't," He laughed in the back of his throat quietly, "I'm not going anywhere without you. Including missions,"

"But, Shinigami-"

"Already agreed with you being my permanent meister," Soul sat on the edge of the bed once more, his hand resting gently on Maka's cheek. She looked at him for a few moments before grinning at him and grabbing a handful of his t-shirt, pulling him into a very indignant kiss. Soul laughed quietly,

"Go to sleep Maka," he said when she kissed him quickly again.

"Okay," She pouted but only for a moment. He made a motion to get up when she grabbed his hand, "Maybe..." She shifted over in the bed, "You could stay here, for a bit longer?" She flushed again when he gave her a look, "I don't mean like that I just-" he laughed again, this time louder and less restrained than usual,

"Yeah, but don't Maka-Chop me if I snore," he grinned, moving to sit beside her. He stretched his arm around and she snuggled in to his chest, breathing in his scent graciously,

"No promises," she said closing her eyes and yawning slightly,

"Maka?"

"Hmm?" she mumbled sleepily,

"I really do love you,"

"I know," She smiled and snuggled closer to him, "Thanks for saving me, Soul Eater,"

"Anytime," He chuckled and pressed his lips against the top of her head. She mumbled something he couldn't understand but after a short time her breathing became deep and steady. He looked down at her and whispered quietly, "I really am going to marry you someday."

She snored slightly,

"Tiny Tits,"

"MAKA-CHOP!"

Well, there it is. Hopefully it's not too brutal; I'd love to hear what you think!

I know the last scene with the two of them dragged on a bit, especially when compared to the earlier scenes; but the two of them just got talking and they were both so damn afraid to say how they actually felt that there really was no stopping it.

Oh SoMa. One of my all-time favorite couples ever.

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