SoMa drabbles - Denial

Denial

Soul spent most of his preteen years insulting his Meister by the way she looked. He called her names along the lines of 'flat chest' or 'tiny tits' and commented on her 'fat ankles' and her 'lack of sex appeal', and no matter how many times she reacted by hitting him with a Maka-Chop, he was stupid enough to keep doing it as the days went by. He noticed that it hurt her feelings, but he was just too dumb and too naïve to realize that it was much deeper than that.

Honestly, the only reason why he did this to her was because he was trying hard to distract his mind from thinking about her so much, but by the time they got their very first kishin egg, he'd already fallen and it was too late to turn back. No matter how many times he called her a bookworm or flat chested, there would be no denying his feelings in the near future.

Honestly, how could someone like him even fall for a nerd like Maka Albarn? He was a cool guy. He had class, he was a fan of smooth and funky jazz, loved gothic architecture, owned a motorcycle and even a fan club of girls at the school were drooling at his feet. Maka spent a month studying for one God damn test, she never wore make-up, she hit him with books, was as clumsy as someone with two left feet when dancing, had shitty music taste, and was probably the most strict and serious girl he knew.

Literally, Soul could have any girl he wanted, and he ended up falling for her.

For a long time, he denied his feelings and he threw insult after insult her way; receiving books in the head and a twisting feeling of guilt for the rest of the night in return. He figured that if he said those sorts of things to her and made her grow more cross with him, he would forget his feelings. Although, whenever he heard her crying over her novels behind a closed door, his heart clenched and he was sure he was going to be sick. He hated doing it to her, so why couldn't he stop? Even though he thought she was amazing despite all of her reckless choices, he always bit back the compliments and choked out the insults to ruin the mood.

He soon realized that the only way for him to be able to keep her feelings unharmed, would be to accept the fact that she was the coolest partner a guy like him could ever ask for. He accepted that she was an angel and that she could change the world. He accepted that he loved her, and he knew no matter what, it would always be this way. He was devoted to his Meister for life…even if he still teased her here and there; the guilt wasn't as bad, because she eventually ended up catching on that his words were meaningless.

Besides, it wasn't what was on the outside that really got to him, it was the soul that mattered…and Maka Albarn had soul.

There was no denying either that Maka was the only person that understood him. She heard his piano playing, she knew his greatest fears inside and out, and she knew his insecurities without ever teasing him about them. It wouldn't be fair to insult her chest if she constantly complimented his strange colored hair or commented about his his sharp teeth, so he found it in him to stop altogether and instead bring her close to his heart whenever she cried about her Father or her fear of being loved. He understood her just as much as she understood him.

They were both afraid of the feelings they shared, but they both accepted that they wanted to stay by each other. Her abandonment issues kept him from leaving and his undying thirst to be needed was what drove her to keep her scythe at hand. It wasn't like he would leave her anyway…and there was no way in hell she would ever toss him aside either. It was because of this that Soul Eater vowed to be faithful and completely devoted to Maka and Maka alone until the very end. She would be the only Meister for him, and in turn, he would be the only Weapon for her.

They were partners for life.