Summary: After over a half decade at Shibusen, Soul is finally returning home to attend his brother’s wedding, bringing his meister with him for moral support. When a misunderstanding forces Soul and Maka to pretend they are in a different sort of partnership, will it lead to fate or folly?
A/N: This will be a multi-chapter SoMa post-canonverse fic-the premise will be clear soon enough. Thanks to ilarual for being a fantastic reader. And yes, I swiped the title from a Beatles tune. If the song fits, as it were.
He looked way too casual for how nervous his wavelength felt, and it set her immediately on edge.
“What?” Maka snapped as he plopped down next to her on the couch, bowl of popcorn in hand.
“Um, you can start the movie now?” Sarcasm, so normal, but the tension still writhed underneath.
“Fine,” she said, clicking on the selection for the evening. It was her pick, and seeing as he’d tortured her with some absolutely dreadful action flick last week, she decided to break out the big guns. So tonight, her favorite cheesy romcom You’ve Got Mail! was on the docket, and the moment it started, she heard her partner groan audibly. Well, next time, maybe he’d think twice before making her sit through the questionable dramatic stylings of Steven Seagal.
“I am so making you watch Sharknado next time for this,” Soul mumbled as Meg Ryan talked through more of her history. Maka just shrugged.
“Wouldn’t be the worst movie you’ve made me watch. I guess next Friday Sharknado it is.”
“Actually,” he hedged, and Maka felt the tension in his soul spike. “About that.”
“About what? Sharknado? At least it’ll be funny. Better than another armbreaking fest.”
“Noooo…I mean about next Friday.”
Maka’s eyes shot to her partner’s face. His own eyes were still plastered to the television where Meg Ryan was now typing in an email on a dated desktop using a long defunct ISP, yet she noticed that, in spite of his otherwise casual posture, her scythe was scratching the back of his neck emphatically. Oh yes, Soul was definitely nervous.
“What about it?” she snapped.
“Well, it’s just—uhhh—well—my brother called last night.”
“Your brother? So you guys are talking? Soul, that’s great!” It really was. Maka knew so little about his family, but she had learned that her weapon had an older brother and that he hadn’t spoken to any of them since he’d come to school. The scythe meister had never forced the issue, though more recently, in the few years since the final battle on the moon, she had tried to nudge him towards reconciling. Even if Soul would never admit it, she could tell he missed them.
Here is my entry for Resbang 2015! I had the joy of working with @kribart and @queen-korri, both of whom created some amazing art. Krib’s art can be found here, Korri’s music can be found here. Excerpt is below and link to the entire fic on FFN above.
“Shibusen.” Maka’s ears perk up and her weapon lowers. “That’s really far from here, right?” “Yes, yes, so I’ll be out of your hair, a safe distance from here.” She doesn’t know who’s safety he’s concerned for, but considering she’s the one holding cast iron death, she’s pretty sure he means his own. “I will untie you if you take me there.” “Uh, you really want to trust a notorious thief to keep you safe on a three day hike? I’m starting to think you have a death wish.” “I’m assuming you’re just a thief, not a murderer.” She shrugs, wheels turning in her head. “Besides, I am proficient at protecting myself, I just need a guide.” “And what makes you think I won’t just rob you blind and leave you stranded in the forest?” “You came in with a bag – I might have done some thieving of my own.” She hasn’t. “You didn’t take anything.” Maka doesn’t know how this stranger knows she’s lying, but it definitely merits one more whack with the frying pan.
I DID THE THING. I WROTE A THING THAT’S LONGER THAN 1000 WORDS. AW YISS.
Anyway: here is my Reverb project! Huge thanks to my partner kona-the-wolf, who did four lovely panels that I got to draw on for inspiration and has been so cool throughout this whole thing. The art for this piece is here!
This is a little different than my usual fare… it’s mainly a family/friendship fic, and there’s only SoMa if you squint. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.