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Maka woke up with one leg hanging off of the bed and her neck twisted in the wrong direction. She was momentarily blinded by the flickering of the sun though her windows, hitting her forest green eyes. She winced and sat up, staring at the door. She was half expecting to hear Soul snoring in his room, but only the sound that was heard were her sheets rustling as she stood up. She crept to the door and opened it slightly; the smell of bacon and eggs attacking her nose instantly, causing her mouth to water like crazy. She was still tired and extremely angry at Soul for last night, but right now she was in a battle – heart versus stomach,

Influence Author's Note: I was bored and had a bunch of random ideas going through my head. I also haven't written a Soul/Maka centralized fic in FOREVER. So here we go. Maka is concerned with the way Soul spends his free time and who he spends it with. Confronting the situation can only go so well. *ONE SHOT* Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o The bond between men was a fascinating one, but it could also be frustrating. They could hate each other one moment and go about their day as if they didn't just attempt the beat the living shit out of each oth

She stood, staring at the flowers lit up and shaded by the twinkling lights above the water, in awe. Maka read so many books, and imagined so many countless times how it would look like in her happy moment or her happy ending  wishing….hoping that it would be as breathtaking, as beautiful… Their new home…wasn't an apartment. It was an actual house; courtesy of Spirit. When she and Soul first  moved in everything was fine until they realized what a mess their backyard was. And now, the yard she stared at was amazing. Covered in lush green grass, beautiful low trees that hung above everything like an  umbrella…there was ev

Staring at the T.V, bored half to death with no more books to read, I played with my shirt and felt my eye twitch. Why did the Library 'and' the bookstore have to suddenly close down? And why was it a day that I, of course, ran out of something to read. I hated what T.V showed these days…the only time I really liked a motion picture was when it was a movie! And lately the T.V didn't have any good movies…I guess my only 'real' entertainment was Blair over in the corner playing with one of her cat toys. Honestly…that's all she did. She played with her cat toys, went to work, tried to cook edible food and flirted with Soul…

Maka remembered every comment he ever made about her. How he said her tits were tiny, giving her that nickname his fan girls seemed to enjoy using on her. How she dressed like a little school girl that only men with a Lolita fetish would go after. How her pigtails were stupid and make her look like a dork. How she was a nerd and a bookworm who didn’t do anything fun. Every hurtful comment he ever made was recorded in her brain forever and most likely never to be wiped clean. But it wasn’t the worst of what she had felt. Soul would get a massive nosebleed every time a girl with big breasts and wide hips even touched him. When he wa