Soul was outside with Maka, being used as her weapon again. Maka continued swinging at Crona, the pink-haired freak, as Soul would call him. Maka swung and missed and swung and missed. This vicious pattern continued, until Crona used Ragnarok and slashed Maka's shoulder. She screamed out in pain. "MAKA!" Soul screamed. Crona lowered Ragnarok and looked off to the side with his upset, depressive look. "Finish them," Ragnarok said. Crona didn't answer and continued looking off.
Soul transformed into a human again and covered Maka completely with his body. "Maka, are Ты okay? SPEAK...
"Soul!" Maka moaned "Maka!" Soul groaned. "Give it to me!" Maka said. "No! I earned this! Seriously don't take it all!" "But Soul, I want it!" Maka says wantingly. "But I made it, why do Ты have to have some!?" Soul сказал(-а) pouting. "Because I worked hard studying! I want some!" "Too bad get your own freaking cake!" Soul told Maka, holding a plate of cake above her head. "But Ты took all of the cake mix!" Maka сказал(-а) trying to get the cake. Soul took a bite and opened his mouth. "There is some in here...
It was a warm Sunday afternoon and Maka had fallen asleep on the couch. Her latest novel was opened cover-up, and was square on her chest. Soul walked out of his room and into the hall of the apartment the two occupied.
"Hey Maka,when are Ты gonna make-" he stopped mid-sentence and stared at the sleeping figure on the couch.
'Wow....I can`t believe she fell asleep.' He thought in his head. 'You know, even if she is flat-chested, She`s kinda cute sleeping like that.'