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TerritoryMore Like This
Territory
Author's Note: This idea came to me at random mostly because I realized that I haven't written a fic for this pairing within this range! I felt like it would be fun so I'm taking a swing at it. Characters are in their late teens so expect just a bit more maturity from them Read and review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater orrrr the characters!
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Maka Albarn had to hold back the smugness that had taken over her as she stood at the bus station along with many of her classmates waiting for the return of their other halves. She couldn't wait to rub her
Not So InnocentMore Like This
Author's Note: I'm on a role with these Soul Eater fics! I might have to try my hand at Soul/Maka sometime soon. Anyway, this came to me randomly (nearly 3am) and I just wanted to write it and get it out of the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, but this ficcy is mines!
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She had always been an adaptable person. She was agreeable, understanding, friendly, pleasant, and trustworthy. Many aspects of her personality left those that she came in contact with believing she was the most approachable and innocent of the group of friends she hung out with. After all, there
How MuchMore Like This
How Much?
"Years have past. So many years, that I hardly remember a time before you... a time before us. We are older, faster, stronger, and for some, taller. Sometimes wiser, but not even close to being as wise as we could be, as we need to be. But that's alright, because every day I learn new things, and I learn them because of you. You are my light, my inspiration, and my world. Without you I am nothing, and with you I will never fall again."
Tsubaki was in the kitchen making lunch when Black Star walked in puffing slightly with a sweat rag over one shoulder. He had been working out for most of the day and was just going to take a s
SoMa: Holiday DanceAn upbeat song was playing, half of the partygoers were on the dance floor, and Maka wanted to be there with them.More Like This
There was only one problem. Her partner didn't like to dance.
"But you're good at dancing!" Maka exclaimed.
"I don't want to," was Soul's response. He sighed. He was good at dancing, Maka was right about that, but he wasn't the type of guy to let his moves loose in the middle of a crowded floor. He liked to watch.
"You can go on," he smiled. "I'll stay here."
She looked a bit disappointed as she headed towards Tsubaki and Black Star, who was showing off his breakdancing moves. Soul sipped his drink, trying not to think abou
Emerald eyed gardener Ch 13Emerald eyed gardenerMore Like This
Chapter 13: Gardeners believes
I had sat there a couple of minutes, trying to take in the idea; me becoming king? It was so hard to understand. Then I had gone to the cafeteria and gotten some breakfast for Maka and I. Personally I was starving after the nights events. I bought four sandwiches and two water bottles. The nurses would bring Maka food but I figured, she would rather eat sandwiches than the awful hospital food. I walked back to the room and as soon as I entered, I saw Maka sitting and crying.
''Maka why are you crying?!'' She snapped her head up and her eyes were puffy and wet. She held out her arms and I
SoMa #6More Like This
Soul had taken Maka straight to the death city academy first aid where Stein examined Maka’s ankle, putting a thick cast on it before giving Soul cream that Maka had to apply daily for her knees to stop disease then he excused them. Soul helped Maka walk down the stairs of the academy and onto the bike. On the way back to the house Maka lent against Soul and started to doze off, having to be roused again by Soul as they went inside.
Maka got out a pair of grey shorts and a thigh length red death city shirt and hobbled into the bathroom to change, coming out to find Soul sitting on his bed tossing a pair of jeans into a box labelled his
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