A/N: O.K, so this is my first fan-fiction EVER, but I've had this story reeling around in my head for some time now. It's basically a love story between Maka and Soul, but with the little quirks of being a weapon/meister pair. I'm just gonna confirm your suspicions now by saying there WILL be lemons. This is a story based on the manga, (but with some of the anime mixed in) so I recommend reading that if you haven't already. Enjoy, Review, and please for the love of all that is holy, don't troll/flame/whatever it's called. I get my inspiration for this from Apoc326 and his story, Nine to Life (great story by the way, I recommend it). I'm planning on at least a few chapters right now, cause that's all I've thought of so far.

My first chapter, here we go.

Bookworm And Her Scythe

Chapter 1: Prologue/Exposition

"C'mon, Soul play with me! Stop being so uptight all the time!" Blair shouted as she transformed into her human form and pressed her chest against his head. Soul was sitting down on his bed. Being 18, Soul was a bit taller than her, so now she could only engage her harassments when Soul is sitting. Of course, Soul, Being totally used to it by now, just sat there with a blank, emotionless face.

"Blair, please, stop. I really need to study now." Soul said dryly.

Blair removed herself from the boy-turned-man and made a mock pouty face. "You're no fun anymore." Then she completed the childish look by sticking her tongue out at him as she left the room. Soul let out a sigh of exhaustion.

Geez. he thought Why'd we let her move in with us again?

He plopped onto his bed and picked up a book from his nightstand. The book read "Encyclopedia of the Soul" in huge, bold letters. He had borrowed it from his meister for the upcoming final they had to take. She had marked all the places he needed to study with multicolored markers that stuck out from the side of the thick book. There were a truck ton of markers. At least fifty of them. And he hadn't even opened it yet, because it was Maka's book, and he didn't want to damage it or he would definitely get Maka-Chopped by her. That's how she was, a total bookworm. He contemplated where to start, but a call from his meister broke his trance.

"Soul, time for dinner!" Soul willed himself to stand up.

He casually walked out of his room, the smell wafting into his nostrils as he shut the door behind him. He looked over to the kitchen where Maka was making the final preparations for dinner. His heart melted.

Maka was now a tall, beautiful woman. Her form was fully developed, with all the luscious curves he so desired to run a hand over. She wore a normal blue tank top under the cooking apron and her newest fashion craze; shorts. When she wasn't in her usual training outfit for school, she wore these, most likely because she was no longer embarrassed by herself... or something. Soul didn't know. He just knew that he liked it.

She had on denim, tight fit shorts that went down to her thighs and showed off her amazing legs. Finished with dinner, she turned and showed off her front. He almost fainted because of the improvement in the chest area of her body. Her breasts weren't huge like Blair or Patty, but she was at that "just right" area that some guys like. They had at least grown to where he stopped calling her "tiny-tits", cause now it wouldn't mean anything. He remembers the very last time he called her that, she glared at him with a frustrated look and replied "Seriously? I think that joke has gotten old Soul. They are not tiny as you can see!" Then she whipped around and stomped away, leaving Soul blushing furiously. He did see, too, because as he now stares at his partner intently, his heart pounds in his chest.

"What?" Maka wonders as she inspects her love-stricken weapon with her emerald eyes.

She tilts her and looks at him innocently. "Hello, earth to Soul!"

"Hmmm? Oh." He regains his composure and sits down in his chair at the table.

Now it was Maka's turn to stare. He was no longer the boy with a jacket and a headband, he was a full grown man. Maka had seen him with his shirt off recently and holy crap was he gorgeous. Toned abs, muscular arms, and a demeanor that says "Ya, I'm here. Whatever." Plus his scar he received from Chrona, which he thought looks "cool". Maka sees it as straight up sexy. She stares at him until he senses the awkwardness, and regards her.

He grins a little. "Huh. And you mocked me for staring." This makes Maka turn her head and blush. She's cute when she's embarrassed. Soul thinks to himself.

With dinner all set and ready, Maka calls Blair to the table. The cat immediately jumps on Soul.

"Oh, My little scythie boy!"

Maka and Soul just sigh at her vain attempts.

After dinner, Maka starts to clean up dishes and Soul gets up to help her. Maka gets into a conversation with him and forgets to look at what she's doing. She and Soul both reach for the same plate, Maka arriving first and Soul cupping her hand under his. She feels his long hands on hers, soft and gentle, but callused at the ends. Piano players hands.

Soul lets go of the plate/her hand and both their faces flush red. "I'll get this one." Maka squeaks.

Blair had seen the whole thing and smiled to herself. Interesting. She noted thoughtfully.

The next day Maka awoke and stretched tiredly. She noticed a lack of noise coming from Soul's room. Usually she would awake to Blair's verbal abuses, but there was nothing but opened the door to Soul's room and saw Blair sleeping peacefully at his feet. "Blair?" she said questioning if this was a dream of some sort.

"Oh, hi Maka." she chirped. Apparently, Blair is different than the 7 billion other people, or cats, or whatever, on the planet; she was a morning person.

She got up, stretched, padded past Maka and proceeded to make breakfast.

"Huuuuhhh?" Maka was totally confused.

Soul awoke at that moment from a dream about her to looking at the back of her head. Apparently he hadn't completely awoken yet because the first word out of his mouth were "I never thought I could wake up to such a beautiful sight. Mornin' Maka." His voice was still low from waking up which made his meister get tingles down her spine.

"M-Morning." she stammered. She didn't know what else to say. Soul plopped down on his bed and immediately fell back to sleep to dream sweet dreams of Maka. She didn't stop him, she was too mesmerized by what he said.

Does Soul... like me? No, not possible. I'm just being hopeful. He likes Blair... Right? Then why would he...? Well it doesn't matter anyway. He's a guy. He'd just cheat on me. Or would he? He didn't when we fought Blair...

Her thoughts continued like this all the way through school that day.

A/N: whew, done. What's gonna happen with Soul/Maka? And what the heck is going on with Blair? All this and more in the next chapter: Soul Study!

Too short? Too slow? Please review!

This Fan-Fic will also have action in it!