Yo! Blue Blooded Phantom over here! This is my first Soul Eater story and, guess what? It's So/Ma! Yeyey! /shotdead
Well, anyway... I'd like to dedicate this to a friend of mine... A nameless one. XD I'd appreciate it if you guys pm me about stuff.
I want friends here in ff . net ! TT_TT /foreveralone ohohoho
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. LET'S GET ON WITH THIS!
Disclaimer:
Kid: Symmetry! WHERE IS THE SYMMETRY AROUND HERE?
BPhantom: I didn't put you there to rant about symmetry, Kid.
Kid: But! But! AH! I REMEMBERED! I DIDN'T FOLD THAT RECEIPT SYMMETRICALLY IN THAT RESTAURANT I WENT IN EARLIER! I'M GARBAGE! TRASH! A NUISANCE!
BPhantom: Ugh... Remind me never to ask you to do this when you've got issues... Anyway, I don't own Soul Eater. If I did, I dunno what will become of it.
When Wrong Things Turn Right
Summary: We don't like each other, true; but, we don't hate each other as well. This is a story about how we're suddenly tied to each other. Our crazy marriage. Sweet baby shinigami...
~*~*~*~*~Chapter 1: How It All Started~*~*~*~*~
"You..."
"...have..."
"...gotta..."
"...be..."
"...kidding..."
"...me."
"You're asking me if I'm alright with it?" asked the white haired guy with ruby eyes.
"I'm telling you now, it's not!" shouted the blond girl with emerald eyes.
"She's utterly a sadist! She could kill me with a book!"
"He'll be the death of me with his never ending arrogance!"
"She can freeze hell with her death glare!"
"He can make rip me with those sharp teeth!"
"AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO MARRY THAT PERSON?"
A picture paints a thousand words. But with this old picture of me and the devil child beside me, his hand pulling my hair and my hand pushing his face away and my foot on his stomach, there's really a simple story behind it: 'We both loathe each other'. His parents, Alfonce and Diana Evans are close to my parents, Spirit and Kami Albarn. I first thought I'm lucky enough that his parents didn't get to be my godparents or else we might as well be looked upon as 'cousins'. I don't want to be related to him. My childhood days were memories of buckets of tears coming from me, thanks to that jerk. My teenage years were full of fights and teasing, usually me, winning the rational arguments and him winning the irrational ones. You see, we were sent by our parents to the same school. We're also neighbors. To top it all off, our parents were business partners. I don't get why they're all so close while me and the devil child; put us in one room and you'll expect a bloody outcome. He claims to be cool and awesome, oftenly teasing me and calling me tiny-tits whenever we meet. He has friends like him as well. Oh great person up above... Why did you make such an awful person like Soul? And, why are you playing with my fate?
We were called, Soul and I, to the Albarn mansion since we just were from school. I just knew I don't like their tone when they start with... 'I think it's time both of you know...'
I, Maka Albarn, was arranged to be married with the guy I despise the most namely, Soul Evans.
And that's where you guys entered. With our rants about what we think or rather, what we know of each other.
"You don't expect me to jump for joy that you're making me marry Ms. Tiny tits over here." Soul said, pointing me using his thumb. I scoffed at him.
Uncle Alfonce stood up, he's obviously furious at the devil child he calls 'son'. "SOUL EATER EVANS!" he shouted, "Where did you learn your manners?"
"Al, calm down." my dad, Spirit, said, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"Yeah, it's alright Uncle. I'm used to it." I mumbled.
Soul stood up. "You're making me do something that never in my life have I imagined." his eyes twitched. "This is so uncool." he said before walking away. His father's call seemed useless. This was Soul, the guy who becomes deaf when the situation is out of his hands.
"I'm sorry, Maka. This is for you and my son's sake." Aunt Diana looked apologetic as she shook her head.
I had no right to decline, whatsoever. This seems like my mother and father's decision as well. They already told me about this when I was a kid. Though they said it was a joke, I'm not stupid. It would most probably be the case when we're at the right age. The reason? They said many people are after the riches of my family and even at my young age back then which was 5, people are asking my hand from my parents. Soul, aged 6 by that time, had the same situation. Of course, the only people my parents trusted was Soul's parents and, vice versa. Even if they say it's for our sake, I know, somehow, that money's involved. Count friendship and trust as well but clearly, this arranged marriage is also to protect and maybe even merge the family wealth.
I nodded at Soul's and my parents and gave them a smile. "I understand. Even though Soul's not really a good guy to me, I think I can manage." I said, even if I know I may not be able to. "He's not really that bad of a guy." Just an evil one.
They explained to me about how things will work. We will be married as soon as possible. We'll also be stuck, I mean, living together in the house owned by both the families which they built for us when this time comes. Talk about really assuring. It's still unclear to me but, hey. Parents are parents. You've gotta obey 'em. That's how good I am. And besides, I guess it wouldn't be too bad. At least I won't grow old alone, in a shaggy house, taking care of cats instead of childrens.
But with Soul...
...Ugh, I can't seem to imagine.
"Thank you for understanding, dear." Mama told me, holding my hand which was on my lap. Oh well, I'm already in it.
I nodded but, I think I've had it for the day. "I'll be resting in my room then. Excuse me, Mama, Papa." always the polite me. I'm not like Soul who randomly walks out. "Uncle Alfonce, Aunt Diana, I'll be taking my leave."
"Oh please, Maka. We'll be your parents-in-law soon." Aunt Diana said with Uncle Alfonce nodding at me.
'Course, I knew what she means. I smiled my sweet girly smile. Oh how I hated this. "Of course, Mom, Dad." I said before bowing a bit and climbing up my room.
Entering my room, I removed the blazer for our school uniform. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, tossing it over on my bed. I unzipped my skirt and hooked my fingers on the waistband to pull it down and toss it over with my stuff on the bed.
"You've got nice legs to boot. Too bad your tits are small." someone said, his voice coming from my balcony. Of course I knew whose voice is that.
"SOUL!" I squeaked. Damn him! He made me squeak! I jumped on my bed and threw the bedsheet over me to cover myself. How dare him look at me while I changed. I poked my head out of the covers to look at him. He's shirtless... Oh wonderful person up above... Why is Soul Eater Evans shirtless in my room? There's the perfect toned body of his and that huge scar across his chest. He protected me back when I was 10. We were arguing on our way home. He forgot to remind our services that we'll be home late. Our parents were away for a business meeting. We continued arguing until this drank guy approached us. He had a blade on his hand and was about to slash me when Soul came between us and he got slashed. He nearly died and it was the first time he showed me that he somehow cared for me. I didn't want him to die. Good thing someone saw us. When he woke up in the hospital, I was the first one he looked for. I cried and cried to him, apologizing for what seemed like the hundreth time but he told me not to worry since it's cool that he saved someone.
That memory came flooding in when I saw his scar that I found myself staring at him. "I might melt, Maka." he grinned, kneeling one knee on my bed, then another as he slowly start to crawl near me.
I looked away and blushed as he continued to go near me until he was hovering above me. "What the heck are you doing, Soul?"
He laughed and dropped his body on my covered one, he pulled the cover down to expose my neck and collarbone. The covers just there, enough to hide my breasts. He buried his face on my neck. I wonder what he's playing at. "Did you accept the marriage?" he asked, his hot breath tickling my neck.
What is he thinking? Better question is: 'is he even thinking?' I'm a 20 year old girl and he's 21! We're not kids anymore! Hell, even if we were kids, this isn't an appropriate position! It's suggestive! It's awkward! "Y-Yes..." I mumbled. Oh my... This is terribly making me feel wobbly and hot. His lips keep on touching my neck. "S-Soul, this is rape. Get off me." I pushed him away but, I'm feeling a bit too weak to be able to move him. He shook his head, his lips brushing against my collarbone. I felt his hands go under the covers, rubbing my side, his other hand though, intertwined with mine. "Soul... I know what you're doing."
I felt him grin. "I'm turning you on." he said but, I'm not dumb for ol' pete's sake.
"You're not scaring me to take back my decision." I mumbled. Almost immediately, he rolled off me but stayed by my side. He went under the cover as well but his head was popped out.
"You're such a kill-joy, Tiny tits." he rested his elbow on my pillow and his temple on his palm. "You should've at least, enjoyed me for a while. It's not everyday you get a treatment from someone as cool as me." he smirked at me. Obviously, Mr. Self-conceited over here is being a bagpipe full of wind again. "Why'd you accept the arranged marriage. I bet you did 'cause you secretly loved me."
I grabbed the nearest book I could grab- "MAKA CHOP!" -and chopped his head off. "Seriously Soul, if that's the last thing I'd do then, I'd wish I was never born." I sighed, looking at him. He had his hand on his head and he squirmed in pain. He should be thankful I went easy on him. "I did it for our families' relation. I love your parents like my own. If I'll be the cause of the breaking of bonds, I think I can't live with the shame I'll carry on my shoulders." I mumbled, pulling the sheet up to my neck. In case you've forgotten, I'm wearing nothing except my underwear and he's just wearing his school slacks. We're 'half-naked', if you prefer the term.
"Aren't you mad? They're using us as glues to make their bonds stronger!" he asked, looking fully recovered from my Maka Chop. He was looking intensely at me, as if he was expecting some sort of answer that will make him the happiest man in the world.
What do you want to hear Soul? "I just feel that they're a little inconsiderate, not thinking or consulting us about how we feel about each other." I mumbled, looking back at him.
His face fell. I guess that's not the answer he wanted then. "It's kind of harsh to you huh? You've always hated me and then, they're suddenly tying you to me." he smirked. I'm not quite sure if that's a smirk to annoy me or to comfort me. Either way, I know he's thinking about me in this situation and I appreciate that.
I take back what I said earlier. I don't despise Soul. I actually am comfortable around him when we have conversations like this, minus the half-naked and the lying on the bed part. I just despise the way he treats me when he feels like annoying the living hell out of me. "I don't hate you." I said. His face lit up with a smile. "But, I don't like you as well. Something in the middle of both." and his face fell again.
"Okay... Let's say, on my relationship scale, you're past the middle and near the like part." he said, grinning. I felt myself blush at this. "But not like enough to marry you. What am I to get from this?"
"First of all, Mr. Evans, it's not like we're madly in love. I don't think we need to actually be loyal to each other." I said, looking up. "Though it'll seem bad, we wouldn't have to care about who sees who, if you know what I mean." Soul had that mischievous look on his face when I finished what I was saying.
He moved towards me, he lied on his side, his face leaning close to mine, an arm on my chest as he stroke my cheek with his thumb. "Stupid." he mumbled, his lips touching my ear. I also felt his tongue lick my ear. Of course I stiffened at his actions. "The whole 'unfaithful' thing you're saying won't be an issue, Mrs. Evans-to-be." how odd... He's extremely touchy. Wait, did I hear that right? "Maka, let's do our honeymoon now." he bluntly said, catching me off guard as he placed his other hand, which was under the cover, on my thigh and started rubbing it slowly. This is driving me insane.
"Y-You're going to marry m-me?" I asked, ignoring the 'honeymoon' topic.
He stopped whatever he was trying to do. "Sorry about that... But you better get used to my touches. Yes, I'll marry you. For our family ties." I felt my heart skip beats. Soul rested his head on my shoulder, an arm wrapping securedly around her waist. "I'm going to sleep."
"Soul! Get off me first!" I tried to get away from him. Seriously, I don't get him. When we're out with our friends, he makes it look like I'm his least favorite person with how he talks about me
but now, he's being sweet and all that. I couldn't get away from him. "Soul, please?"
His eyes were closed but he suddenly pulled me closer to him, making me lie on my side. "Tiny tits, the more you move, the more I'll pull you closer." he peered one eye open. "You wouldn't want to do our honey moon tonight, right?" he smirked at me and, I gulped. Holy crap.
"What do you want then?" I looked up at him.
"Cuddle. With. Me." Soul looked at me and smiled.
In normal situations, if a guy would do this to me, I'll either blush to death or beat up the guy to death. But this is Soul. Everything's just pure companionship. There's just no attraction between us. I worry about how this marriage would turn out. Hopefully, it'll be alright. I leaned my head on his toned, bare chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. He lifted my head up a bit to place an arm around my neck, it serving as my pillow. My other hand rested on his abs. His phone rang all of a sudden. Soul didn't let go of me though. He used the hand which was on my waist and reached for his phone in his pocket. He covered my mouth for some reason as he answered the call. "Mom," a pause. "I'll be with Maka tonight. I'll go home tomorrow." and he turned off his phone, tucked it in his pockets and wrapped his arm around the swell of my back.
"Why'd you tell her that?" I asked, managing to escape the hand covering my mouth.
Soul rested his head on mine. "At least, she'd take a hint that I accepted the marriage already." he mumbled. "I knew, if I don't accept this marriage, it might be Wes who they set you up with." Wes... Soul's cold brother. They never got along. He scares me when he's looking at me. "And I know he's gonna be willing to do it."
"You didn't want me in the first place didn't you?" I mumbled against his chest.
"You're not actually thinking I'd lose you too to my brother?" and again, to their rivalry. I bet a hundred bucks that 80% of his decision to marry me was because he didn't want to lose against Wes.
Soul and I have a weird relationship, don't you think? "Yeah, you and Wes again." insensitive guy... Not even thinking about what I feel. Wait, what? I don't feel anything for him anyway, why would I bother?
And before I knew it, he was asleep. And he really was holding on tightly to me. 'Stupid Soul.' I mumbled before letting slumber befall on me.
~*~*~*~*~To be continued...~*~*~*~*~
Maka: There you have it! An AU story!
Soul: Maaaaan... how weird. I'm paired up with tiny tits...
Maka: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Soul: Sheesh, fine already.
Maka: I know you like it anyway...
Soul: Urk!Uhm! Next time on When Wrong Things Turn Right: The University, How Will Things Go?
Maka: Write a review!
