Why is there a lack of this pairing? SERIOUSLY. WHY. I am not a big fan given the fact that I am a girl and one who last time she checked was straight. I like VERY FEW of the pairings in all the Yuri Realm a few being: Sugarless Gum (MarcelinexPB), Knight & Princess (ErzaXLucy), Blade Blossom (ShuraXShiemi) and other silly ones like this ^^ . So yes, I have a liking to this pairing and will try my best with this story! :D Sorry if the romance is awkward or someone is OOC. Keep in mind that I'm not so good at Yuri or romance XD

Nonetheless hope you enjoy this and want more! Don't forget to review at the end :3

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I do not own anything. All the credit goes to the certainly crazy but genius Atsushi Ohkubo :)

I just watched. I watched the words fall from his lips and all I could think was about how much I yearned for him to kiss me. To reassure me that it was all a lie. That this wasn't happening.

Why again?

I couldn't understand. He had to say it 3 times before it got through my barrier. My eyes widened when it finally hit me and I analyzed every single word and syllable.

"Maka, I gotta be straight with..." He began. This is what he told me the first time, it seems I had heard it but was so far sunk in my mind that I hadn't registered it.

"I'm not attracted to you anymore." It hurt. A lot. How long had this been going on…?

"Is there someone else?" It was stupid to ask. I knew the answer.

"Yeah…" Soul trailed of as if he didn't know what to say or how to say it without hurting me. Still I knew anyway he did it would pain me.

"Have you started something with her?" It came out as a whisper, much weaker than I wanted it to be.

I wanted to know. Had he done anything behind my back? Was Soul like that? I could feel the world crashing down on me. I had never been a big fan of the cheating nature men had but when he came into my life I began to have faith. If Soul turned out to be like the rest, like me dad….I would lose all hope in finding love.

"Of course not!" His answer was rushed and he tried to act offended.

Soul was a terrible actor. And a liar.

I looked at him. Emotionlessly. I just stared my eyes glazed but monotone. He sighed as he realized he couldn't fool me. This woman must've changed him a lot. He never lied to me. Now he even dared to try!

"I'm sorry it just…" he paused again and I stayed quiet. There was nothing I could say to better this so why try?

"I was just fooling around! It was… a…a fling." A small part of me hoped that he would say that it just that while what he felt for me was deeper. More meaningful, more than simple human contact and ecstasy; that what he found with me were soft caresses and loving looks.

"I thought it would be just that!.." My heart clenched and I prayed that he wouldn't say that he know felt love.

"But she left me wanting more." I nodded with my head lowered.

"I'll go get my stuff…I'll be out by the afternoon." He said. His voice was gentle and subtle. I felt his breathe mingle against my cheek and the small brush that sparked melancholic eagerness for love as he passed by me to make his way to our room.

I just stood there and nodded.

Days passed and I realized just how empty my life was without Soul. I went through the basic steps of a break up though the hardest by far was erasing every trace of him in my life.

That same weekend I decided to clean. I felt that if I scrubbed the apartment down I would be able to erase the memories. I restricted myself from crying many times especially as I tore the pictures that were the evidence of my 3 year relationship with Soul 'Eater' Evans.

I was a bookworm who tended to stay at home on the weekends and watch romcoms. I remember the first conversation I had with Soul and how he described me.

My friends Tsubaki and the Thompson twins invited me to go dancing which basically meant that I was going to drive their drunk asses home. I would normally stay in the care and watch a movie or be on one of my meetings with my editor. That night though Tsubaki, -who was more of a friend than the other two- urged me to come inside the bar and try to have fun.

I didn't have fun. I was sitting at the last seat in the corner of the sleazy place. I was huddled up with my sweat on and the hood covering my head. The music from my phone was blaring to block out the trash that was playing out.

It was all the same until I noticed someone staring at me. I turned a bit scared that I might have attracted the attention of some drunk no good.

He had stark white hair and the creepiest shark tooth smirk I had ever seen.

"What the hell brings you here?" He asked, his voice slurring a little and as he did so I caught the mingling scent of liquor on his breathe.

I was scared to answer, because of his appearance.

"I came with some friends." I said simply. I avoided eye contact instead staring at his reflection on my phone.

"Friends?" he scoffed as if he didn't believe me. "Where the hell are they?" he asked his grin widening.

I made my gaze touch his and I made it stern. "Dancing." I spat.

"Oh." He sat down the smirk vanishing and reappearing as a frown.

"You must be one of those shut in, right?" I didn't respond, my hands fisted and a wave of anger contracted in me.

"The one who tends to stay at home and read books. You're the gal that studied all through school to make yer parents proud and when it was all over and your hard work paid off, you realized you were all alone. Mama died and you realized that you stood alone in the plain of success. No social, zero friends. Pathetic." During his rant he began to let his elbows rest on his knees and support his body. His eyes looked glazed and the neon lights bounced off his alabaster hair and tan skin.

He turned to me a daring smile gracing his lips. The rage boiled in me. He was utterly right.

I let it all go and as I did so my hand was raised and ended up landing a blow to his cheek. I stared at his cheek slowly redden and swollen, satisfied that it had left marks.

I was surprised as I heard laughter. It was light and graceful. Utterly beautiful.

"Lucky for you, I'm a musician. I like nothing more than finding an instrument which I can make grander than it already is." He stood up extending his hand to me with a light smile. "I like to enhance its beauty in my own way." I took it hesitantly, I was curious to hear the rest. "Dust it off." Soul took hold of my shoulders and surprised me when he unzipped it and draped over one of his arms. "Modify it." The elastic band fell to the ground with the light thud ever and my hair a sandy blond came tumbling down cascading very lightly on my shoulders. "And make it play the most beautiful melody the world has ever heard." He finished and with a hesitant air tugged me out of the bar.

"What's yer name?" he asked.

"Maka Albarn."

"Hmm….you already sound beautiful.

I didn't even realize I had started crying. Sobs racked my body and I fell to my knees clutching my phone.

I was just about to delete Soul's number. Never again would I hear the marvelous melody he composed for me play whenever he called.

Why had this happened? Who could've been so great that they took him away?...

A small voice in my head whispers "He's a musician he said it himself. It's not fun sticking with the same tune after you've perfected it."

I have to find out. I have to know. Who was good enough for Soul to chase after?

I'm gonna find out.

YAH! First chapters are always the hardest for me XD surprisingly I found writing this wasn't so hard….YET. Anyway so there will be smut and limes but later on. And YES. THERE WILL BE BLAIR x MAKA! You just have to wait and see :3

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