Resonating in our Souls

chapter 3

Uwaahhh >.< this took a while! I really hope you all are enjoying the story so far, I try my hardest to make it bearable XD anyways...i don't own Soul Eater! Or as the japanese would say 'Soru Ita'! Don't own it! ^.^ so yeah, enjoy!

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I leaned myself deeper into the soft cushion that I rested on, as warm and pleasant sunlight filtered onto my face, drowning me in warmth. I could hear voices—soul and Maka I think-- but that didn't matter.. where ever I was, it was too nice to actually fully wake up from and pay attention to. I buried my face into the warm cushion and put my thumb in my mouth, as I felt drool run from the corner of my mouth onto the cushion. I didn't care though, I was too sleepy and comfortable to wipe it away. One thing that I did question was why the heck I could feel hands under my thighs and why my cushion smelled like cologne. What...the? Oh...well, maybe this was Soul's pillow or something...he has good taste...smells nice...but...why am I moving...it's almost as if I’m moving as In a normal paced way, like I'm being...carried?

I fluttered open my eyes and squinted as blinding sunlight pierced them painfully, as my hearing adjusted slowly. I could hear voices more clearly, even though I could only make out some words and the images were still all fuzzy.

“awe....so cute..baby....thumb ...mouth” um, okay then. Awkward. The sleep still must be wearing off on me, because I did not just hear that. Maybe it's just me but that sounded wrong. Meh, I guess I just have a dirty mind. A really dirty one. Wait, what are they taking about anyways? Hnn,oh well. I stopped straining myself for words when I heard something else that I couldn't help but attempt to eavesdrop in on. Me and Sekki have always been big eavesdroppers, but 75% of all that is me.

“ew...drool...gross.......not cool!” from what I could guess, it was soul who was talking...obviously. I couldn't help but inwardly roll my eyes at that. Him and his stupid “cools”! Wait a second...thumb and drool—are they? They ARE, AREN'T THEY.

I popped my eyes open,

“GAHHHHHHH!” I screamed, my voice cracking embarrassingly in an unfamiliar high pitch, trying to disrupt the conversation from further progress. I had actually planned to say something, but my mind in the morning likes to jump ahead and surprise me every now and then. Well then, good thing my voice sounds like a freaking bird on crack.

“jeez! Could you NOT shout right in my ear?” I hear a masculine voice say.

“huh?” I blinked open my eyes to, Soul who cuffed his ear in his hand, who also was carrying me on him, piggyback style.

Yeah, way to wake me up from my sleep too. You scared the living hell out of me! A little warning would have helped, Miyuki.

Eheheh...oops!

Don't 'oops' me! You should receive punishment for waking up me from my sleep! And I was having a great dream too! You weren’t in it!

Screw you.

At that I earned a mean laugh at me. The guy is seriously a narcissistic bastard.

“oh you're awake Miyuki, Good morning!” Maka said with a warm smile. Even though she's smiling I see plenty of passer-bys glaring or staring at me as they all walk by us on the wide sidewalk. Most have questioning looks on their faces, and others surprised, and every now and then someone passes by muttering about some 'stupid 12 year old'

I’m not 12 dammit!

“yeah...good morning Miyuki” soul says to me, tossing a glare over his shoulder. I don't know why he didn't just drop me by now, especially after that.