Soul Eater Fic: Tastes Like Chicken
Short oneshot of silly SoMa Parentswap shenanigans.
Title: Tastes Like Chicken
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: T
Pairing: SoMa if you squint.
Summery: Maka Evans tries to absorb her first Kishin Egg soul. It does not go as well as expected.
They both sit at the table with their heads sitting on their crossed arms, stretched out over the surface. Green eyes and red eyes both stare silently and contemplatively at the floating red orb bobbing up and down slowly between them, giving off a glow that ignites both their faces with red and makes the kitchen of their small, shared apartment look like it’s soaked in blood.
Twice Soul considers speaking up, but then he forgoes the idea forming in his head and keeps his mouth shut, favoring to stare apathetically at the Kishin Egg Soul.
“…sooooooo.” Maka breaks the silence, lifting one finger and cautiously poking the rubbery evil soul, as though it might bite her like the owner of it tried to do to Soul. “This is our first Kishin Soul…”
“Yup.” Soul answers casually. They both feel accomplished, but at a loss at what to do next.
“And, as a weapon,” Maka continues. “I’m the one who’s supposed to absorb it.”
“That’s what Shinigami-sama said.”
“…how do I absorb it?”
“Beats me.”
“Hmmmm…”
They fall back into quiet, staring at the bright red soul, thinking about ways Maka could absorb it and they could make progress. Soul waits another few minutes before voicing his thoughts.
“Could always eat it.” No sooner had these words left his mouth did an appalled look cross Maka’s face.
“Eat it!?”
“Well, how the hell else are you supposed to absorb it?” Soul shot back. “Unless there’s some kind of special method that everyone left out of the instruction manual, it looks like we gotta improvise.”
“B-but…y-you saw that thing! This is its soul!” She’s still looking horrified at the thought, hands flailing. “Am I really supposed to stick that in my mouth!?”
“You got any better idea?!”
“…..no.” She mumbles, and then a determined look crosses her face. Soul watches her shake off her disgust and snatch the soul out of the air. She gives it a few squeezes, testing the texture and weight, and watches it with a scrutinizing look.
“Well?”
“Don’t rush me.” She snaps, and Soul could see the fear in her eyes. He sighs.
“Maka, it’s not poison.” At least, he doesn't think it is.
“I-I know.” She swallows, hand quivering, and slowly brings it up to her mouth, opening it and squeezing her eyes shut. Soul wants to watch and look away in horror at the same time, and settles for the former.
It gets about halfway into her mouth before it stops. Soul realizes that it’s way too big to fit into her small one. Which is absurd, because she can rattle off facts and knowledge at the speed of light if he let her.
He doesn’t know how to react, in confusion or just plain laugh at her, but then he realizes she’s choking on it.
Soul flies from his chair, panicking inwardly and runs around the table. He grabs her by the waist from behind and squeezes.
The soul flies from where it’s lodged halfway between her mouth and throat with a muffled ‘pop’, bounces on the table before resuming its floating in the air innocently.
Maka coughs a few times, taking in oxygen, and Soul rubs her back in hopes that it will help.
“OK…that didn’t work.” She breathes, color returning to her face.
“Well…what now?” Soul asked her, eying the evil red soul.
“…it didn’t taste…awful.” She murmured, looking at him as he traveled back to his end of the table and sat down. “Just different.”
“What?”
“Not too bad either.” She was looking at it with renewed interest. Soul looks at her funny, before a curious expression crosses her face.
“Maybe if I just…” Her hand flashes white, before becoming a sharp blade. She grabs the soul out of the air once more and sets it on the table.
“Would it even count as a whole soul if you sliced it up?” Soul asks skeptically.
“Well, it can’t fit into my mouth, and if I wasn’t supposed to eat it, it wouldn’t have tasted good.”
“That’s shitty logic.”
“Just let me try!”
“OK, fine!”
Satisfied, Maka turns her attention back to the soul and carefully slices her scythe hand into it. It cuts easily like a fruit, but no juice pours from the inside. Just more red soul.
When she’d efficiently divided it into four pieces, she picks one of the pieces up and, without a seconds hesitation, slips it into her mouth, chews, and swallows.
An appreciative hum escapes her throat, and she swallows down the other four pieces in no time flat.
“Well, mission accomplished.” Soul chuckles, and Maka smiles at him.
“Maybe I could mix it up and put these with meals, these are really good!”
“I’ve created a monster.”
Title: Tastes Like Chicken
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: T
Pairing: SoMa if you squint.
Summery: Maka Evans tries to absorb her first Kishin Egg soul. It does not go as well as expected.
They both sit at the table with their heads sitting on their crossed arms, stretched out over the surface. Green eyes and red eyes both stare silently and contemplatively at the floating red orb bobbing up and down slowly between them, giving off a glow that ignites both their faces with red and makes the kitchen of their small, shared apartment look like it’s soaked in blood.
Twice Soul considers speaking up, but then he forgoes the idea forming in his head and keeps his mouth shut, favoring to stare apathetically at the Kishin Egg Soul.
“…sooooooo.” Maka breaks the silence, lifting one finger and cautiously poking the rubbery evil soul, as though it might bite her like the owner of it tried to do to Soul. “This is our first Kishin Soul…”
“Yup.” Soul answers casually. They both feel accomplished, but at a loss at what to do next.
“And, as a weapon,” Maka continues. “I’m the one who’s supposed to absorb it.”
“That’s what Shinigami-sama said.”
“…how do I absorb it?”
“Beats me.”
“Hmmmm…”
They fall back into quiet, staring at the bright red soul, thinking about ways Maka could absorb it and they could make progress. Soul waits another few minutes before voicing his thoughts.
“Could always eat it.” No sooner had these words left his mouth did an appalled look cross Maka’s face.
“Eat it!?”
“Well, how the hell else are you supposed to absorb it?” Soul shot back. “Unless there’s some kind of special method that everyone left out of the instruction manual, it looks like we gotta improvise.”
“B-but…y-you saw that thing! This is its soul!” She’s still looking horrified at the thought, hands flailing. “Am I really supposed to stick that in my mouth!?”
“You got any better idea?!”
“…..no.” She mumbles, and then a determined look crosses her face. Soul watches her shake off her disgust and snatch the soul out of the air. She gives it a few squeezes, testing the texture and weight, and watches it with a scrutinizing look.
“Well?”
“Don’t rush me.” She snaps, and Soul could see the fear in her eyes. He sighs.
“Maka, it’s not poison.” At least, he doesn't think it is.
“I-I know.” She swallows, hand quivering, and slowly brings it up to her mouth, opening it and squeezing her eyes shut. Soul wants to watch and look away in horror at the same time, and settles for the former.
It gets about halfway into her mouth before it stops. Soul realizes that it’s way too big to fit into her small one. Which is absurd, because she can rattle off facts and knowledge at the speed of light if he let her.
He doesn’t know how to react, in confusion or just plain laugh at her, but then he realizes she’s choking on it.
Soul flies from his chair, panicking inwardly and runs around the table. He grabs her by the waist from behind and squeezes.
The soul flies from where it’s lodged halfway between her mouth and throat with a muffled ‘pop’, bounces on the table before resuming its floating in the air innocently.
Maka coughs a few times, taking in oxygen, and Soul rubs her back in hopes that it will help.
“OK…that didn’t work.” She breathes, color returning to her face.
“Well…what now?” Soul asked her, eying the evil red soul.
“…it didn’t taste…awful.” She murmured, looking at him as he traveled back to his end of the table and sat down. “Just different.”
“What?”
“Not too bad either.” She was looking at it with renewed interest. Soul looks at her funny, before a curious expression crosses her face.
“Maybe if I just…” Her hand flashes white, before becoming a sharp blade. She grabs the soul out of the air once more and sets it on the table.
“Would it even count as a whole soul if you sliced it up?” Soul asks skeptically.
“Well, it can’t fit into my mouth, and if I wasn’t supposed to eat it, it wouldn’t have tasted good.”
“That’s shitty logic.”
“Just let me try!”
“OK, fine!”
Satisfied, Maka turns her attention back to the soul and carefully slices her scythe hand into it. It cuts easily like a fruit, but no juice pours from the inside. Just more red soul.
When she’d efficiently divided it into four pieces, she picks one of the pieces up and, without a seconds hesitation, slips it into her mouth, chews, and swallows.
An appreciative hum escapes her throat, and she swallows down the other four pieces in no time flat.
“Well, mission accomplished.” Soul chuckles, and Maka smiles at him.
“Maybe I could mix it up and put these with meals, these are really good!”
“I’ve created a monster.”