I looked at him with hurt swimming in my eyes. I hadn't meant to hurt him, I had just snapped over him trying to help me calm down. And now it was my fault that he wanted to die. My fault that I couldn't stop myself from yelling at him.

"Soul..." I cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just yelling at my father and couldn't control myself."

"Maka, what's done is done and you can't change that," he muttered.

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY MAKA YOU PUNK! I AUGHT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" yelled Papa.

"Papa...stop," I cried. "It's no use trying to get him to change his mind. Trust me. He won't listen to you. He...he doesn't even listen to me."

Soul looked at me with shock in his red eyes as he realized I was defending him. Papa was stupid. He knew that Soul almost always stuck with his word and rarely ever went back on it. There was a hurt in Soul's eyes as he tried to hold back his tears. His cool guy image was broken, replaced with a soft, sensitive image.

"Maka...I don't know why you're saying that," he muttered. "I do listen to you...just not as closely as you think I do."

"What?" I sniffed.

He dropped his gaze, "I remember everything you tell me, despite how out of it I may be. You're the reason why I never go through with a lot of my plans to kill myself. I...I love you, Maka. And I hope you understand that."

I was left speachless at his words. This entire time I've known him and lectured him over small things, I always thought he ignored me. But hearing him say that he listened to everything I had to say and that he loved me changed how I viewed him. I noticed how he looked at me with something glowing in his eyes, how he always dressed to impress me, took me out to nice dinners for no reason, and willingly allowed me to sleep with him when I'd have a nightmare.

"Listen here, punk. If you hur-" began Papa.

"Papa, shut up. Go away, I never asked for you to be here," I snapped as I glared at him. "Soul, did you really mean what you said?" I asked as I turned my attention back to him.

"Yeah. I did," he replied scratching his head.

"Oh."

"Hey, look at the bright side. I won't be killing myself because I feel that way about you. After all, why would a cool guy like me leave his partner just to kill himself over something like that?"

I gave him a small smile before I stared at the hem of my skirt, rubbing it nonchalantly. I heard a sigh slightly off to my right as someone moved and then one off to my left as the other left the room out of boredom. On the better side of things, I could feel my cheeks were hot from blushing at the sound of Soul telling me he loves me. Those three words hold so much power and meanin in them that they leave me powerless against them. God, I hate Soul for using those, but if it's true then...what can I do about it?

"Maka?" Asked Soul.

"What?" I replied, still looking at my skirt.

"Is there any way I can make up everything I've ever done that caused you to snap? Because I feel like you deserve to be treated like a princess and also, this is so uncool of me to do, but I'd like you to be mine."

"Soul, of course you can make it up to me. And I thought I was already yours?"

"Well yeah, you are. I guess I should have said, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He had left me speechless for the first time in forever. I opened my mouth again in an effort to speak, but still no words came out. I allowed my gaze to drift to his face. His red eyes were locked on me, partially glazed over as he waited for my response.

"I..." I finally choked out.

He blinked as his eyes grew wide with anticipation.

"If I were to say no, that would hurt you. But, if I say yes I'd be breaking our promise to each other."

(3rd POV)

Soul looked at Maka, stunned by her response. But it made sense to him. Maka had dropped her eyes back to her skirt as she patiently waited for him to say something. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding against her ribs.

"Maka," came Soul's quiet reply. "I love you, I really whole heartedly do. And I would never do anything that wouldn't follow your morals. But I really would like you to be my-"

"Soul...You're so sweet and cool. You know that, right?" Cut in Maka, "and I'd do anything to spend everyone of my remaining days with an amazing person like you."

Soul beamed as he heard her say yes in the most complex of ways. Even with his lacking understanding of how her mind operated, he knew she said yes.

A/N: One of my dorky friends took my phone and added this after Soul finally speaks up...

A wild wombat suddenly body slammed Soul to the floor. Soul looked into its eyes and realized that THIS was his true love. This wombat. This one. Right here.

This wombat.