So I was digging around my files and found this: My SoMa fic! I forgot about it, basically, after I started writing "A Month in the House of Death", my MaKid(Maka x Kid) fic. I didn't change anything except a few errors, really, so you guys get a look at my old writing style. I must say, Its changed a bit, but I'll go ahead and post the first two chapters(I'd only written up to that point. If everyone likes it, I'll continue. If not, its gonna become a haitus work, and I'll fondly look back on it as a cautionary tale TT_TT. Anyway, rate and review, or you don't get any more!

Author's Notes: Rated T for teen due to swearing

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Soul Eater, its original plotline, manga, tv-show, merchandise, video games, music-tracks, pooper-scoopers or any of the characters involved. However I do own the storyline of this fic.

Something She Can't Take

By Samurai Tsundere

Chapter One:

Disappointment

"MAKA!"

Ugh, what now?

"Are you cleaning your room?"

"Yeah..." I replied weakly.

"Well I'm coming in!"

WHAT?

I quickly got up from my bed and looked around the room. Unfolded clothes scattered across my bed – homework and my finished dinner littered the floor...

I am SO screwed...

I rocketed off my temporary resting place on my bed and began to speed clean, snatching little odds and ends and tossing them wherever they looked decent. I was SUPPOSED to be cleaning my room, but... er... GOT DISTRACTED... um... by a BOOK... I just HAD to read it, i-it was near the end, a-and what I thought would take ten to fifteen minutes to finish reading the last thirty pages or so ended up taking an hour, I just couldn't wait until tomorrow to begin reading the second book of the trilogy – I had homework to do, and that would take maybe two hours, tops, and by the time I finished, I'd have to go to sleep.

Mom was angrily knocking on my door now.

"MAKA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She bellowed, most likely irked by how suspicious I was acting.

"Coming!" I said, panicked, looking at the unfinished pile of clothes on my bed(previously used as a sort of pillow while I read) untouched because of my lollygagging. The clothes...

HOLY CRAP, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT THE CLOTHES?

Then, I used on of the most pathetic and clichéd tricks in the proverbial book when it comes to cleaning rooms – something you'd expect that Macaulay Culkin(1)to do – I grabbed armfuls of my clothes and placed them into in my closet, and did my best to assure that the clothes wouldn't come avalanching(is that even a word?) out of my closet when Mom came in. I then shut the door with a forceful push, slowed my breathing so it wouldn't sound like I was speed cleaning(Mom could tell just by looking for certain little signs) and opened the door a crack.

"Hey Mom," I said brightly with a mock smile. "whats up?

She looked skeptical, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

"Have you cleaned your room?" she inquired.

"Yep!" I said as innocently as I could manage.

"Let me see it."

I knew this was coming. This was always how it went.

Kami stepped into her daughter's room, scanning it with her eyes.

Things seem OKAY... but this won't fly. I doubt she's even vacuumed her floor. Thought Kami.

"You call this clean?" She asked sharply. "What have you been DOING for the past hour?"

"Homework... " I said, not a waver in my voice.

"Hmph. So you've finished?"

"Yep." I lied.

"Hmm, well, you've eaten... go to bed. Its 11PM. Good night."

"'Love you Mom," I said with a smile. "g'night."

As soon as she left, I took a shower in the bathroom connected to my room, plopping down on my bed soon after, thinking of my plan of action. Of course I hadn't done my homework – this is how things usually went: I read, neglecting my chores and homework for an hour or two, speed clean(not really CLEANING, just doing a halfway job), then think of which class I'm going to do homework for first. When my mom thinks I'm sleeping, I'm doing homework until about 2 AM, and maybe, if I feel like risking my mother waking up from the noise, actually cleaning up my room so she won't nag me in the morning.

I guess I'll start with math... Might as well get the hardest over with first. I thought to myself before digging into my backpack to find my textbook.

"Hey" One of my teachers called from down the hall.

"Hey," I said evenly. It was a Monday. I was at school. Why the heck was she so chipper all the time?

"Why the long face?" The older woman asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing! I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Ooookay then!~ You know you can talk to me if you have any problems right?" She said with a motherly smile.

"Of course," I said with a small smile. "see you in next period Ms. Martinez.." I said, walking off, ignoring the concerned look the my teacher was giving me. Its not like I'd ever go to her for my problems... she couldn't help me, and its not like anyone would believe me.

I got into a huge fight with Mom this morning. It really wasn't my fault... but being the person that my mother is, she'd rather be right than just squash the argument. I'd done the dishes, cleaned my room the night before, and did my homework – I'd also made her bed for her before she came out of the shower so she could go straight to bed after what I knew to be a hard day. My alarm clock I awoke to the next day was Mom's screaming.

"MAKA, GET THE HELL UP NOW AND EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!"

Obviously I couldn't tell what the heck she was talking about. Whatever the problem was, the yelling was coming from the kitchen, so I got up to investigate, thinking "What did I DO?" my whole way there. When I arrived, Mom started yelling again, something about the microwave. I looked inside to find dried brown liquid all over the walls of the device. I turned to her, a puzzled look on my face.

"What's all this stuff in the microwave?"

"YOU would know," She said with a frown. "you had ramen last night!"

Only because you never cook. I thought bitterly.

However, I still knew where my mother was going with this. She's suggesting that last night, since I had some Maruchan(2) , the flavored, MSG(3) saturated water popped all over the walls while it was in the microwave, and that I hadn't cleaned up my mess. I had. This of course was NOT my mess. Mom always had coffee in the morning, and most likely the brew had splattered all over the walls as she warmed it. I explained to her how I'd cleaned up all my mess last night. She yelled, insulted me calling me all kinds of stupid, and made a fuss over such a small matter. I just sat there, my emotionless gaze meeting her own criticizing one. I just took it. I stopped caring what Mom thought a long time ago.

The rest of my school day went by quietly. I mean, how could it be remotely noisy, like those of the kids who hung out in their boisterous groups, laughing at whatever dumb joke one of them had cracked? I didn't hate them. If nothing, I kind of envied them. Its not that I'm timid, or a shut-in, or that I had some stereo-typical problem like the kids my age had in movies. I can be completely honest when I say I have no earthly idea why I don't have friends. All I have is Jen.

Jen has been my friend for as long as I can remember. We've been in the same school since the third grade... well, we were apart for a year in our first year of middle school, but still. She's fairly popular with our upperclassmen, so sometimes I'm left to eat alone, like today. I gazed over at her laughing with her friends, angry with her for leaving me... Whatever. Sometimes I even wondered if we were really friends. I glared at her from where I sat, no doubt getting weird looks from the people around me, but I didn't care. After glaring at her for a while longer, I suddenly saw some weird floating balls at the center of where everyone's bodies should be.

What on earth? I thought to myself, shocked. But as quickly as they had appeared, the balls were gone.

I looked at the milk on my lunch tray skeptically before tossing it in a trashcan nearby and decided to bring my own lunch from now on.

I'm sooo glad school is over.

I sat in the passenger seat of our Honda Civic, watching things roll by my window. I suddenly remembered the A that I got on my math quiz and decided to show it to Mom. She still seemed pretty pissed off about this morning, and I want some peace of mind when I sit in my own home, so I have to do what I can to keep her happy.

"Hey mom, check this out," I said, pulling a page full of confusing equations, a giant A at the top, written and circled in red marker. "I got an A on that big math midterm I was telling you about. MAN I worked hard for this!"

For a moment, I wasn't sure if Mom had heard me. She still stared at the road with that calm look on her face, a look that I knew underneath carried an undertone of anger. A normal person would just tell me that nothing was out of the ordinary, and that I needed to relax.

However, a normal person hadn't faced Mom's wrath.

After a few awkward moments later, she looked at me, her calm and peeved look going a level higher on the "angry scale". Then, her eyebrows arched in an almost mocking glare.

"You think just because you got one measly A in one of your classes that you're doing a good job? Just do me a favor and shut up Maka."

I almost let my anger show, but then looked down at my hands.

"Yes ma'am." I said firmly, sitting out the rest of the way home in silence.

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Next chapter: Emotions run high as Mama reaches her boiling point and does something almost unforgivable. Maka must now make a decision that may change her life for the worst, or make it alot more... interesting.

To be honest, I wrote this during a period where my mom and I's relationship was NOT that good, and I was REEEEAALLY pissed off, so Kami's behavior is slightly based off of the way my mother is acting, just a LITTLE less extreme. I mean, c'mon, this is KAMI we're talking about here. From the way she's described by Maka and Spirit, she seems like the kind of person that doesn't mess around, and if she does something, she goes to extremes.

Like mother, like daughter, right? :)

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