SE fanfic- Song Meme

This? Uhhh.... I blame Darke. >_>
And this is my first time making a fanfic like this... And my first time submitting to the internet... (First time using HTML too... Oh, boy, computers are fascinating...)
Well, I hope you enjoy this little project. ^^


1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. (SoulxMaka)

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!

4. Do ten of these, then post them.
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-Project Soulmate
-a collection of song drabbles
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1. "Don't Make Me Wait"- Locksley

He would never say that he believed in love at first sight. It wasn't cool, as he would always say. Truth was, Soul had always felt something between himself and his pigtailed meister after that first look.

A spark?

Whenever he thought of that something in this way, he felt so odd... Just odd. Uncool. Stupid, maybe?

It was just a look. And that's all it took.

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2. "Lately It's So Quiet"- OK Go

There were several days upon which Soul would wish he were alone in that apartment, just so that he could be left alone. To think, to sleep without being disturbed, or even just to enjoy the peaceful quiet that rarely existed in his life.

But now that it was his chance, his thoughts were the one thing keeping him from peace. The bitter irony of it all plagued at his mind.

"Where is she?" he questioned himself over and over. "Dammit, she should be home by now..."

It was nighttime now, and Maka hadn't returned from whatever the hell she was doing... Not to mention that Blaire was out as well. But that was normal for this time of night.

Soul shifted his position on the couch, eyes darting about as if searching for something interesting to stare at. It was utterly boring lying on the couch waiting for his meister to return safely. But what if she wasn't safe? Forcing himself to stay still, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

Naturally, he went over all the things that could have been happening to Maka at this moment... She could've been attacked by a Kishin or maybe something worse... She was out with SOMEONE. They were both 16 now, and who knows with those hormones and all...

Soul shuddered at the thought of Maka with someone else... doing... unmentionable things. But what should he care? It's her own fault if some bastard shows up and--

He forced his imagination to be calm and tried to focus on something else. How many souls have they collected? Eighty? Calmed by this change of thought, he let sleep slowly take over, and didn't happen to notice someone walk in through the door.

The person wandered over to the couch and promptly fell into it, awakening the sleeping weapon beside her. She leaned against the back of the couch, letting her fingers wander through Soul's hair. A red eye peered at her from beneath the ruffled mass of white.

"Maka?" he called, bringing the girl out of her trance.

"Soul," she answered, smiling weakly at him.

"... Well, you're home late..." Soul mumbled, sounding a bit angrier than he had intended. "What happened?"

Maka blinked, finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. "I... had a date."

Soul frowned. "Well? How was it?"

Maka visibly cringed. "It didn't work out."

"Again?" he asked, hiding a sigh of relief. He chuckled lightly. "Maybe you're just unlovable, huh?"

Maka wanted to hit him with something, but found to her dismay that there was nothing to do so with. She settled with her fist and lightly hit him upside the head. "Shut up. It's not me that's unlovable. It's them. None of them are right."

"Ah, you're just being picky." He grinned. "By the way, Maka... Don't go on any more dates."

Maka eyed him curiously. "Why not?"

"It gets too quiet when you're not around."

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3. “Remind Me”- Royksopp

She was upset when he left. Well, "upset" is putting it lightly. She had nearly begged Shinigami-sama to find closer locations, and had repeatedly asked Soul if he was "sure" he wanted to leave. He constantly reminded her that it was just a business trip, for those looking to become the Reaper's Death Scythe, and that he would be back soon. Maka agreed to support his decision, agreeing to stay calm throughout the ordeal.

Soon couldn't come soon enough for Maka, and when their reunion finally came, she was so confused.

Confused to find Soul standing there- in a formal suit and carrying several bags of luggage. His eyes wandered over Death City, the home that he had left, then over Maka, his partner. His hair was longer than Maka remembered, and when he smiled at her, she realized how much older he looked. How long had it been? A year? Two years?

She stood there awkwardly, staring at the partner she had known for so long- the one that now seemed to foreign to her. She didn’t want to embarrass Soul with those “uncool” reunions, so she calmly and slowly walked toward him, restraining herself from simply throwing her arms around him in happiness.

“Welcome back,” she said, nearly forcing the words out. “How was—“

Soul cocked his head to the side, eyeing her with what seemed to be concern. Then the lopsided grin that she knew so well spread across his face.

“Wh-what?” Maka stuttered.

“Well?” Soul said, with the same cocky grin. “Didn’t you miss me, Miss Flat-chest? Geez, you haven’t grown at all…”

He hadn’t changed. Out of sheer relief, Maka discarded all her original plans to stay calm and allowed her eyes to well up with emotion and happiness. Tears streamed down her face, and hastily, Soul pulled her close to him.

“Hey,” he whispered into her  hair. “I thought we agreed on quitting these sappy reunions.” He smiled. “Same old, same old, huh?”

And Maka was suddenly unable to stop herself from sobbing into his chest.

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4. “The Beginning is the End is the Beginning”- Smashing Pumpkins

It was over. All of it, everything. The city that they had lived in, were raised in, burned before Maka’s eyes. The happiness they had found as partners shattered, opening new cracks through Shibusen’s fragile peace. Their dreams had now become nightmares. The city had been caught in a pointless war, for a reason that no one could recall. The only thing now was the burning city, devoid of any life… aside from the single meister and her Death Scythe.

Maka’s eyes were dull as she stared out to the wasteland of flames and destruction, moving only when her weapon returned. She turned her head toward him, blinking blood from her eyes.

Soul’s white hair was stained gray with ash, his face covered in scratches similar to Maka’s. He approached her and dropped something at her feet—a skull-shaped mask. Maka knelt beside it, taking it into her scarred hands.

“Shinigami-sama,” she whispered. “No…”

“It’s all I could find,” Soul said, looking away. “There’s nothing left in this city.”

“But… the others… They got away, right?”

“Yeah. They were evacuated before the city burned.”

Maka clutched the Reaper’s mask to her chest and quickly tied it to the side of her head. She shivered, a single tear rolling down her soot-smeared cheek.

“Everything’s… going to change now, isn’t it?” she asked Soul, already knowing the answer.

“Of course. The city falls, and the survivors live to fight another day, right?” He was always so straightforward.

The wings of Maka’s soul fluttered slightly at his answer, shedding feathers, pieces of her soul, into the air of their home.

“Soul, no matter what happens… We’ll stay together, right?”

Soul sighed, having heard this question too many times from her. He smiled weakly before giving her the same answer. “Yeah. I’ll always follow my meister.”

Maka laughed softly, knowing that Soul would never lie to her. Her wings spread out, scattering the last of their feathers over the burning city. Soul offered her a hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s keep fighting.”

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5. “Hello, My Treacherous Friends”- OK Go

“Welcome, welcome!”

Maka groaned, a particularly painful headache forming due to the annoying, shrill voice that was all-too-familiar now. She opened her eyes, not surprised to find Soul sitting in the odd chair that occupied the Black Room. She turned, facing the record player and the twisted little creature sitting on the edge of it.

“Welcome!” he said again, a big grin plastered over his face. “Maka, Maka… And my little mind-slave as well? Oh, this is too much, my friends.”

Maka eyed Soul, who shrugged, apparently just as confused as her.

“Why are we here, little demon?” Maka hissed, holding back the urge to quickly Maka Chop the demon out of existence.

“Why, indeed,” the demon sneered, turning his attention to Soul. “Apparently little Soul here wanted you here. Hee hee, he thinks his little girlfriend can save him from insanity? Hee, it’s too much!”

Soul sighed, containing the urge to kick the demon in his big oversized head.

“We’ll ask again,” Soul started, his eyes shifting from Maka to the demon. “Why are we here?”

The demon couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Why, it’s just a little meeting!” he cackled. “A meeting for my beloved treacherous friends! Now let’s discuss your fate…”

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6. “Carnival”- The Pillows

“Our sixty-fifth soul, Soul!” Maka counted gleefully. “Sixty-five! You’ll be a Death Scythe in no time!”

Soul sighed, scowling as Maka skipped off down the street.

“Make that ONE HUNDRED and sixty-five…” he muttered, recalling their failed first attempt. “Stupid cat souls…”

The routine was a bit repetitive—get up in the morning, go to school, kill Kishin, and go home. Protecting the peace of their world was done on a daily basis. Killing was their job. Why couldn’t they just live normal lives?

Soul reached out and took the one hundred and sixty-fifth soul into his hand, staring at it for a moment as he contemplated the life of a meister and weapon team.

“Itadakimasu…” he murmured before devouring the soul.

“Soul!”

He blinked and glared off in Maka’s direction, not pleased to have his meal interrupted. Maka was waving to him, shouting at him to hurry up and follow her. This was followed by an odd threat.

“Soul, if you don’t get your ass over here,” she yelled, placing her hands on her hips defiantly. “I’ll make you clean the dishes tonight.”

Soul blinked, finding this threat quite ineffective.

“Eh? But it’s your turn!” he shouted back.

“That’s the point!” Maka explained and giggled before running off toward their apartment. “Come on! See if you can catch up with me!”

Soul raised an eyebrow at this, finding that tag wasn’t really necessary at this time. Was she trying to make… fun?

He grinned before bolting after the girl.

After all, she’s what makes it all bearable.

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7. “Animals”- Nickelback

Cars were never a common place in a place like Death City. Rather, no Reapers-in-training normally had time for such contraptions. So when the opportunity came, they seized it.

But said “opportunity” wasn’t the one Maka had thought when she suddenly found herself placed between Soul and the backseat of the car.

“This is wrong, this is very, very wrong…” she mumbled, a blush of embarrassment creeping across her face.

“Isn’t it?” Soul agreed, grinning.

“Can’t we do… it somewhere… Erm… Different?”

“Come on. It’s a change of pace.”

“Pace? I doubt pace has any place in this… What has place in this is that you can be a bit of a pervert.”

“Oh, I’m hurt,” Soul said, chuckling. “You know you want to.”

“I-I don’t—“

But her argument was cut short when her lips were captured by Soul’s as he pushed her back to the seat.

Very, very wrong… she tried to convince herself, slowly giving in to Soul’s plan as he kissed her deeper.

Then Soul moved slightly, taking the small ribbon that held the collar of Maka’s blouse closed into his teeth and pulling it until it came undone. He moved to the buttons of the blouse, undoing them one by one.

“S-Soul,” Maka whispered quickly. “What if someone catches us?”

“Relax,” he reassured her. “Who would be out looking for us now?”

Maka pondered this for a moment and finally convinced herself that everything would be fine.

“Okay…” she said. “Just this once…”

Maka fell into the plan completely now, moaning freely as Soul’s hands and lips traveled her body. Sure, she could admit that the car was a bit crude, but Soul’s touch was so alluring, so loving, so—

“S-Soul. Soul? Hey, Soul?” she gasped. “Soul…”

“Hmm?” Soul mumbled. “What is it?”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear… The wind? I’m sure it’s just the wind.”

Maka frowned. The wind didn’t make a sound like the one she heard. It sounded like… scraping metal and…

“Oh crap!” Maka cried in horror, scrambling over Soul to look outside the window of the car.

“What now?” Soul asked, annoyed by the interruption.

“That’s my dad.”

Now it was Soul’s turn to cry out in horror.

“WHAT?” he asked again, looking out the window. Sure enough, he was greeted by the sight of DeathScythe, Maka’s father. DeathScythe’s blades were all out, scraping against the concrete outside as he prowled the city in search of his “dear beloved Maka”.

“Why is he here?! Why now?!” Soul growled, trying to find the keys to the car. To his dismay, they were nowhere to be found. “Where are the damn keys… Maka, I can’t find the keys.”

“Ground or door?” Maka asked calmly.

“Huh?”

“You either have to curl up on the ground of this car or you go out the door. Take your pick.”

Soul eventually decided to take the door… Finding the car was too small for him to hide in. He tumbled across pavement, only to be stopped by a certain DeathScythe.

“And what do you think you were doing with my daughter, Soul Eater?” the current Death Scythe asked, blades gleaming in the light of the laughing moon.

Soul laughed nervously, trying to come up with a cocky response.

“Would you believe me if I said… We were animals?”

He would later regret that response.

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8. “I’m So Sick”- Flyleaf

Soul could handle the demon’s taunting, his rambling, his constant urges to take Soul’s sanity. But this was just taking it too far.

“Let her go,” he growled to the imp, who scrambled to hide behind Maka’s legs.

“Ooh, I’m so scared!” the demon teased, poking his head out to peer at Soul. “But you won’t hurt your girlfriend to get to me, now will you?”

Soul looked at his meister, whose face was now plastered with the same grin as the demon’s. Her eyes were wide, and forced giggles escaped her lips as she stared at Soul.

“Come on, Soul,” she crooned. “Sanity is relative.”

“Let her go!” Soul repeated, making his way across the Black Room toward the demon.

His arm twisted and shifted into the blade of his scythe form, and he aimed it toward the demon’s forehead as he attacked, but was stopped by Maka’s hand. The blade easily impaled her hand, splattering black blood onto Soul’s face. She smiled.

“Don’t you want to come with us?” she asked. “Or let me put it this way… I am the meister and I make our decisions.”

Soul hissed, baring his jagged teeth at the imp that now controlled his partner. He felt Maka’s arms around his shoulders, and she licked the black blood from his cheek. He shivered.

“Soul…” she whispered in his ear. “Let’s play a little game…”

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9. “Insurance?”- The Higher

It was just a simple statement.

“You’re drunk,” Soul explained, dodging several swaying limbs of the dancers that surrounded them.

Maka whirled around to face him and let out a bubbly laugh.

“No, I’m not!” she screamed gleefully at him.

Soul blinked, no where even near convinced. He sighed. He always hated parties… But he couldn’t just let his drunken meister wander around a crowded dance floor, now could he?

Soul’s quiet glare seemed to sadden Maka, and quickly she tried to cheer him up.

“Come on, Soul! Everyone’s drinking!” she explained, finding that to be the most logical excuse for being in her state.

Soul raised an eyebrow and grinned, as if seeing this as his victory. “I thought you said you weren’t drunk.”

Maka’s eyes widened, and she gaped in a completely exaggerated expression of shock. She then burst out laughing uncontrollably.

“I guess you got me, eh?” she giggled.

“Come on,” Soul said, taking her hand and leading her out of the crowd. “Let’s get out of here, lightweight.”

“Roger that!” Maka yelled over the music, saluting Soul with her free hand and giggling madly in a way that would put Patty to shame. Soul sighed deeply.

“Soul!” Maka started again, shaking his hand violently. “D-do you think I’d look better IN this dress, or OUT of it?”

More mad giggles and another sigh.

“This is going to be a long night, Maka,” Soul muttered. “I hate parties…”

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10. “Bedshaped”- Keane


His mind was dark. His soul was black.

Her mind was bright. Her soul was pure white.

Through all those nightmares of falling in the very darkness of his soul, of his creeping insanity, there was always a single light.

As time passed, this light grew larger, as if trying to fight off the darkness within him. He would laugh to himself. Maka was so foolish to think she could save him.

But still, the light was always there, Maka’s voice calling to him from its core. It had been too long; Why was she always trying? Why wouldn’t she give him up?

There came a time when he could finally go through the light without fear of hurting Maka. The little demon had left some time ago, either from sheer boredom or the fact that Soul wouldn’t give in to the insanity.

But when Soul entered this light, a new fear emerged. Fear that the light would blind him, fear of the change it would cause.

But he trusts Maka with his life, his soul, and the fear disappeared as he wandered further into the light—out of the darkness.


--End.

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Yeah… I cheated a bit…
B-but only so I could finish the ends of the drabbles, okay? I usually do write this fast...
Oh well… It was really fun anyways!