Why are you the one? Part 1

It was a stupid idea. The most stupid idea she's ever gotten. The price money was so tempting and being an unemployed photographer, it was worth a shot. Proved to be the most stupid plan she'd ever had.

The game she'd signed up for was a game of love, well, a game of finding who science matched you up with.

"If your match stood in front of you, would you even know?" Ten girls were lined up on one row with ten guys standing opposite of them, with the game leader in between them. Cameras were everywhere, filming every single person from every angle.

Maka's eyes darted to each and every one of the guys. Douchebag. Douchebag. Another douchebag with the weirdest body modifications. Her eyes then stay at the eighths one. Perfectly ironed pants with a neatly buttoned dress shirt. His eyes a perfectly golden hue, absolutely enchanting for her and his black hair with cute strips making her interested of the man.

The men were a bunch of attractive guys who would sleep with any girl with a pretty face and willing to have sex. Maka looked over to the girls, their overly painted faces with their plastic large assets, she's more than sure they're willing to spread their legs for any guy.

"Ten girls. Ten guys. You've each been matched with advanced computers and they've found your perfect match." The game leader said, flipping his silver hair. "Your perfect match is here. If all of you find your perfect match before the tenth matchup ceremony, you're all going to go home with one million dollars."

The guys and woman all around Maka started to hoot and applaud. Some girls jumped on the spot, their large almost exposed breasts of theirs shook. Guys checked out their rack with a large grin on their stupid faces. Only the guy with the golden eyes was polite enough not to look at the women.

And the game started.

Maka was right. Most of the girls and guys were there for three things, party, sleep around and play the game. In a corner of the room sat two guys and a girl, discussing strategies in order to find everybody's perfect match so they could get our hands on that one million dollars.

Girls hoot loudly as they danced with guys, moving their hips seductively against theirs. The guys were more than willing to grind back into them while taking swigs of shots. It was far from everybody being on the floor dancing, two couples were gone, probably in the Boom Boom Room, the only room where you've the most privacy, could get down and dirty with their partner.

Maka was happy because she was not in any of those groups, not discussing strategy, not dancing or getting drunk, and not going all the way with some guy she barely knew. No, she was standing on the balcony with the guy with the golden eyes, whose name was Kid.

"Don't you want to be inside and talking strategy or getting drunk with the others? I bet the girls would be happy to have one more play toy." She said, taking a sip from a water bottle she found in the fridge.

"No," he leaned against the railing, resting a red cup with suspicious yellow contain she thought was whiskey, "I didn't come here for the game. I came here to find love."

Her eyes shot up to her hairline. "Love? Don't you care about the money?"

He shook his head, taking a sip from the strong alcohol in his cup. "Not really, I already have a stable job as a defense lawyer so I don't really need it. I send in an application because, who knows, maybe I will find Mrs. Kid and have a serious relationship."

His motive was so different from hers. She only cared about the money, couldn't care less of finding love. What good could possibly love do if she was poor and unemployed? She didn't need anyone to share her life with if she hadn't a stable life to begin with.

While he, who had a stable life with a good salary and possibly a very good living space, wanted nothing but love. The empty eyes of his, only hungering for a companion to share his life with. To share his secrets and problems and his laughter and happy moments. He longed for that special Mrs. Kid. He carved for nothing but finding that perfect match for him.

"What're you doing for a living?" He asked.

"I'm a photographer, I'm unemployed at the moment so right now I'm building up a fresh profile I could use to get into a fashion industry."

"So you're starting fresh?"

She nodded, taking a gulp of water. "You could say that." Her index finger drew circles on the mouth of the bottle. "I used to be a news photography for a local magazine, but now looking for something new. Fashion isn't really my thing, but fashion photographers make a whole lot more money than news photographers, and it isn't as hectic."

Kid nods slowly, taking in every word she utters. "If you don't like fashion and you don't want to be a news photographer, what do you want to do?"

A smile played on her lips, she blinked out on the beautiful beach horizons of Hawaii. "I want to be an art photographer. I want to take beautiful artistic shots to then display them in an art gallery, but I'm not going to make any money out of that."

"That's unfortunate true." He finished his cup of alcohol and straightened his lean body, his muscles curving underneath his thin shirt. "Sometimes we've to do things we don't want to do in order to scrap a living. I think you've your priorities straight. You've to think about making a living before you can start pursuing what you truly want."

"Say," Maka leaned her side against the railing, ready to read his face, "Are you doing what you want to do in life? Is being a defense lawyer what you want?"

He chuckled and threw the red cup into a trashcan on the balcony. "You got me. No, a lawyer wasn't what I pictured myself being."

"So what's your dream? What do you want to do?"

"Don't laugh, okay," he straightened his head and focused on her green eyes, "I want to be a ballerina."

She blinked her eyes. She hadn't ever pictured him wanting to be a ballerina. He'd thought, maybe he wanted to be a coach or maybe a sailor, but never could she ever in her wildest imagines pictured him in a slimfit manly leotard.

"Yeah," He scratched the back of his neck. "I can't really do ballet because that would taint my reputation as a successful defense lawyer. Defense lawyers are supposed to be tough, know just the right words and stand strong for their client. If they knew I was a ballerina, they would think I was some fragile guy cowering away from the slightest of pressure."

"Would you really sacrifice your passion like that? I mean, if you're happy dancing, then why don't you do it?"

Maka loved photography, how she could tell a novel with just one picture. She loved capturing that one moment and displaying it for everyone to see. She may not put her heart and soul into being an art photographer, but she can still take shots on her free-time and make it into a hobby instead a full-time job.

"I really can't. I need to uphold my reputation and image. I can't throw away all of those years of hard work and studying for nothing."

Maka's made a connection with Kid. She won't deny it. He'd shared such an intimate detail about himself, something she treasured. Time had proven they'd a lot in common. She enjoyed reading books, he enjoyed reading books. They both liked learning new things every day and were both thought highly of their education.

She enjoyed being with Kid. He made her feel like maybe, just maybe something more could grow between them. She already knew he was her perfect match in this game. The only type of guy she would go for was gentlemen who had their priorities straight. She wanted someone who was well-mannered and treasured family before clubbing and drinking. When the time came for her to start a family, she wanted someone who was stable and took relationship seriously, not like any of those guys she saw in line cared about such a thing. It only made sense for her to be Kid's match.

However, another guy had already set his eyes on the blond with green eyes.

"You know, I think we can be a match." He'd ambushed her when she was inside of one of the four bedroom, going through her suitcase in search of her camera. There was a lovely white beach with the most beautiful aqua-blue water and she wasn't going to miss taking a shot of it with the setting sun.

She raised her eyebrow at the man with her camera in hand. It was the douchebag with the body modifications. She questioned his white hair, who would want to dye their hair white of all colors and who in their right mind would use red eye contacts? Not to forget about his pointy teeth. Why would someone shape them into― into― wolf's teeth!

"I beg your pardon?" Her eyes could only widen at his sudden outrageous statement. He hadn't even talked to her during their three day stay at Hawaii.

"You heard me." He straightened his back and closed the door with his foot to then shove his hands down in his pants. "I think we could be a match."

The statement was highly laughable for her, she'd to force her giggle down. There was no way she could take this guy seriously. "Why do you think that? You don't even know my name, let alone what my dislikes and likes are."

"I don't need to." He strolled up to her with his awfully bad posture; sunk in shoulders and a buckled back. "Do you know what a "perfect match" is in this game?"

She couldn't understand what he was getting at. She could only stare at him quizzically.

"Soulmates." He stands above her, the tip of his shoes touching her exposed toes. "They used science in order to find each person here their soulmate, the other half of themselves, a person who they fit perfectly with and I know you're that person."

"You can't know that. You don't know anything about me and you come here and say I'm your match? That's crazy!" She stood up on her feet, trying to gain some leverage, but he still stood a head taller than her. "And you can't be my match since I've already found mine, and he isn't you."

"Let me guess, yellow eyes, black hair with three cute strips? Huh? You really think you two could work? You really think an uptight lawyer is what you need?"

"Yes!" Her hands tightened on her camera. "We like the same things and we treasure the same things for the future! There is no way we can't be a match. And now if you excuse me," she pushed passed him, their shoulders brushing in the process. Her eyes widen, with just that one touch, she felt something. Her skin sparked. Quickly she shook of the feeling and continues to the door. "I have pictures to take."

She'd made it in the last second, to take perfect pictures with the blood red sky and the blue ocean. She was ecstatic she'd taken with her water camera so she and Kid could go snorkeling, while she took some great shots of the fish and ocean environment.

But it had to wait because they were heading into a competition.

"Welcome guys." The game leader named Stein welcomed them. The girls and guys stood mixed on a line in their bathing suits and trunks. Some girls wore two-pieces she couldn't label as bathing material. It barely covered them up and as soon as they'd get wet, she knew their assets would be seen through the fabric. "For today's competition you're going to pair up and spin the wheel of fortune. You're going to receive a pastry your male partner will draw on only using his tongue. You ladies, have to guess what he's drawing. The three couples with the shortest time are going to go on a date, but not only that, you'll make yourself available to be chosen to go inside the Truth Booth which is the only way to confirm if a couple is a perfect match or not."

Maka knew she'd to get inside of that booth whatever it took. As soon as she and Kid were confirmed being a perfect match, they could move out of the house and into the Honeymoon Suit. Getting out of the mansion and the madness is exactly what she needed. Then she could leave the others with a squeaky-clean conscious, knowing they had to continue playing the game so everybody found their match, earning the group one million dollars.

"Select your partners, now."

Quickly, she snatched Kid to her, wrapping her arms around his. A moment later her eyes caught red, meeting the eyes of the Douchebag with Modifications. His body was directed toward her, with intentions of partnering up with her, but fortunate for her, he was too slow. Instead another girl grabbed his hand and stood beside him.

She watched couple after couple, spinning the wheel and earning either a really bad pastry like tuna pure or get a really good one, chocolate. Many of the couples got those in between, but there was one unfortunate guy who received the tuna pure. Only one lick sent him into a frenzy of refluxes. It took fully sixteen minutes for her to guess right since he didn't have the stomach to continue drawing the word with his tongue.

Intensely she watched when it was Douchebag's turn, whose name she learned was Soul. Her eyes went wide when he licked the tooth pastry. His tongue was far longer than she pictured and while the other guys seemed clumsy controlling their tongues, he― Soul was an expert. He knew exactly how to work his tongue and the other girls pictured his tongue licking one of their body parts. She knew exactly which one due to them rubbing their thighs together.

Maka would be lying if she said she wasn't effected, but she definitely disguised her sudden needy state better than the others, who rubbed their thighs together.

The girl seemed to be an idiot. She could see the alligator he drew the first seconds, but the girl just couldn't see the alligator he perfectly drew with his tongue.

"Maka, Kid, spin the wheel." Stein said.

Kid spun the wheel and to our luck, he was the first to get the chocolate. Backstage men came in with a paper with chocolate all over it.

"The category is jobs." Stein announced, showing Kid a card with a certain job.

The clock started and Kid dived for the chocolate, drawing with his tongue. He wasn't as skillful as Soul, he drew with his whole head instead of working with his tongue. He wasn't talented artist either. She could barely make out what he drew, and because of that, they came last because of a freaking stripper. It didn't look like a stripper in her mind.

As she returned to her spot, she noticed Soul winking at her, smirking wide at her with those sharp teeth of his. Kid noticed his move on Maka and immediately, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him, which made Maka smirk wide at him.

They didn't win the date, and so didn't Soul. That left the three along with eleven others at home while the three couples were out on a private beach for their dates.

She was jealous and she was pissed off. She wanted badly to go on a date with Kid and get some privacy. She needed to go into the Truth Booth, but instead we send in a couple which proved to be no match.

The first Matchup Ceremony came, the girls dressed up in tight short dresses while Maka went with a loos purple dress, going more for cute and comfortable than sexy and uncomfortable.

It was guy's night, so the girls and Maka went to the couch area and took a seat. The cameras were on them and the spotlights almost blinded her even though it was darkly lit compared to either setups.

The guys came in after us and stood in rows on a podium beside our runway.

"Welcome to the first Matchup Ceremony." Stein welcomed us, standing in front of us on the Y runway. "Our generator has chosen randomly and first up is Ox." Everybody applauded as Ox went down the runway toward Stein.

Guy after guy walked down the runway and chose a girl, to scan their hands on the panel before they returned together to the girl's seat.

"Kid," Stein called his name and Soul cursed loudly, drawing the attention of the game leader. "Kid, who's your perfect match?"

He turned around and pointed toward me. "I'm going with Miss Maka, right there."

She smiled wide and got up from her seat, walking down the runway.

Someone was far from being happy. "She's not your match!" Soul exclaimed, attracting everybody's attention.

"And why do you think so, Soul?" The game leader turned to him.

"Because they are too different. He doesn't know how to take care of Maka. I do." Soul responded with power in his voice. His eyes focused on her with such intensity and determination shivers run down her back. She knew what he wanted and she has a feeling he won't stop until he got it. "She may want him now, but she'll learn who's perfect for her soon enough."

"I already know." She stared back at him, straightening her back trying to muster some courage, but he beating heart sends her back into a mush of nerves on the ground. "Kid is my match."

The argument ended.

"Kid, Maka, time to lock in." Stein said, gesturing toward the panel in front of them.

Kid and Maka put their hands on the panel, it scanned their hands and they removed it. Two texted came up which said "Locked in!" Maka grabbed Kid's hand and went back to her seat where they'd to squeeze together to fit. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his body. To her pleasure, Soul grimaces, watching them until he's to choose a girl.

Just to mess with her, he chose the girl seated beside her so when he took the seat, he wrapped his arm around the girl, but with his fingers, he brushed her shoulder. Just like when she walked into his shoulder, sparks prickles her skin and her heart picks up its pace. She doesn't know what he's doing to her, but damned it does feel good. Why isn't she experiencing something like that with Kid?

"Behind me are ten beams of light." Ten lights behind Stein lit up toward the sky. "One beam means one perfect match," nine spotlights turn off, leaving only one, "Ten beams of light means ten perfect matches and one million dollars." He turned around as the beam turns off. He put his hands on the panel and the spotlights went on max, blinding their eyes. "And the number of the perfect matches are…" one beam lit up. "There's one." Silence lingered in the air before another beam lit up the sky. "There's two." Silence returned until the beams above them went back to before and many groaned in annoyance. "There's two perfect matches. You have nine more shots at finding your perfect match. Use all of them wisely."

Two perfect matches out of ten.

Maka paced nervously on the beach. The sand burned her feet pleasingly as she goes through her pictures. Some of them were good, some, really good and then there were the rare ones, the ones which were so beautiful and astonishingly she could put them in an album or on the wall.

She needed to forget the number of lights. Kid and she were a perfect match, but the odds of them being one of those lights were low. Very low. She did not like it at all. The odds nibbled at her neck every second and it was unsettling. She tried to justify why she's Kid's perfect match, but it was harder than she thought. With Ox and Jacqueline went inside of the Truth Booth, they were into each other, really into each other but they proved not to be a match. So what if she was just like them? What if she only thought they were and then they proved not to be a match? Who would be her match then?

"You're up early."

She gasped loudly and flipped around. "Soul!"

Soul stood there with his chest bare, revealing a scar going from one hip to his opposite shoulder. He'd washboard abs and his arms were large and perfectly toned. Oh dear god, she couldn't help but shiver at the delicious sight in front of her.

"What're you doing here at this hour?" He asked as he takes a step closer, his jeans hanging low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his black underwear. "It's 7AM."

"It's not early for me." Suddenly her throat ran dry and she's sure it's not because of dehydration. "I'm always up early and I just needed to clear my head."

"Tough week?" He stood so close to her. She'd to look up in order to inspect his eyes. Were they real or not. She couldn't see the faint circle around his iris.

"You could say that."

"Then how about we talk about something else in order to forget the game." He nods toward the camera in her hand. "You take pictures?"

"Oh," she held the camera with both of her hands, peered down at it, "Yeah, I'm a photographer, well, an unemployed photographer at the moment."

"Sounds cool. Mind showing me what you've taken?"

"Sure." She turned around and Soul leaned down, admiring the pictures from over her shoulder. She showed him her picture of the sunset, the blue ocean, the sand she'd written inspiring quotes in and seashells.

"They're really cool. What kind of a photographer are you?"

She turned around and wrapped the string around her neck, the camera hanging from her neck. "I was a news photographer but now I try to get into the fashion industry. It is tough, but I could make a very good living if my pictures are good enough." Fashion was something she was never interested in. Her own clothes reflected of how uninterested she's in fashion. Plain skirts and large knit sweaters is her favorite. Not exactly what someone within the fashion circle would wear.

"You talk about it as a new opportunity in life, a turn to the better, but how come you're sulking?" His red eyes peered down at her, like she was some sort of sweet he examined. His eyes definitely sending another shiver down her back.

She blinked in confusion. "I'm not sulking."

"Then how come you looked like road-kill for a second there?"

"Oh thanks." She put her hands on him, pushing him away by his chest which she immediately regretted. Sparks flew on her palms and she immediately removed them like he'd burned her. "Maybe you'll go and find someone else who doesn't look like a road-kill then?" She turned on her heel, ready to walk away from him.

"Wait, wait," he grabbed her hand, immediately delicious flames fire up on her skin. She flipped her face around, looking down at her hand before her eyes wandered back up to his. It's hard to deny the powerful beating heart in her chest, feeling like it's going to break her ribs one by one. "I didn't mean it like you're ugly or anything. I meant you looked dead in your eyes, like it was a death sentence or something." He took a step closer to her, his face tilting so he could drink away the sight of her face.

She gulped loudly, feeling her hands starting to sweat. "You're right." She can't deny his touches felt good. "I don't want to work in the fashion industry as a photographer."

"Then what do you want to do?" His thumb caressed her wrist, making her stomach flutter. She doesn't want to admit it, but there's chemistry between them. The pleasure from his touches proved her right.

"I want to be an art photographer. I want to take pictures I want to take and put them in an art gallery, but that isn't going to bring in any money. I'm already low on money and I need to go into something that will generate money. I can't walk on the edge of not being able to pay the rent or put food on the table. It needs to stop."

"I think that's the worst thing you could do." He said, moving closer to her and his face only inched closer. His broad shoulders rose tall and she only shivered at the approximately between them. "Don't sacrifice happiness because of money. If you want to be an art photographer, then go for it. It's better being happy than doing something you hate."

Soul and Kid proved to be so different. Kid valued money and a good living than a happy life and living poorly. Soul looked like a typical bad-boy, muscular like the man of steel and determination about getting his woman to every cause, well, she wasn't his woman. She wasn't Kid's woman either. Nothing serious has bonded. Yet. Kid on the other hand was gentlemanly, caring and exactly what she looked for in a guy. He was the kind of guy she'd pictured, so why didn't spark fly when she touched him? Why did she only feel connected to Soul when he was the complete opposite she needed and wanted?

His eyes softened. With the perfect angle and with his lips hovering above her lips, she knew he was going to kiss her. There on the beach.

She couldn't let that happen.

"Are you wearing contacts?"

His lips suddenly came to a halt, he blinked, registered her question before he straightened his back. "No, they're natural. Just like my hair and teeth."

Her eyes widen. "No way! I thought you were into body modifications this whole time!"

He chuckles heartily, releasing her wrist in the process. "Who would even dye their hair white? I don't think white is that attractive of a color?"

"That is exactly what I thought!" She exclaimed.

"Although, I have some kind of body modification." He turned around, showing his back to her.

She gasped loudly. His back was completely covered with ink. Two scythes crossed each other, the black and red blades gleaming as they go down his biceps. Army-green thorns twist around the scythes with blood red roses blossoming from them. On the top of his shoulders were written with cursive letters, which said "to live happily throughout".

"I've never noticed it before," her fingers ran over the grey ink of the shaft of the scythe. "It's beautiful."

"I should be offended you never checked me out this whole week." He turned around and caught her hand in his. "I got it illegally when I was seventeen. Got the tattoo on my brother's death anniversary."

Her heart broke. Absolutely shattered into millions of pieces. She can only imagine the pain and sorrow he went through. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Don't worry about it." He pressed her hand against his chest, holding it there. "I've come to accept it. The day he died was on our uncle's wedding. He made a toast, said "to live happily throughout" and that was the last I heard of him before he was mugged and killed."

"Did they catch the killer?"

He nodded. "Yeah, he's in for life thankfully." He ran his thumb over her hand. She swore a mini firework show was going off from his touches. "I've accepted his death and I've come to realize we could be killed at any given moment and I want to live as happily as I can. I don't want one single moment to be wasted away because I chose to do something that makes me sad."

"So that's why you say I should go for the whole art photographer thing?"

"Yeah," he sighed as his hands rubbed and felt her hand up, like he was trying to focus on her hand. "I know living a life with choices that doesn't make you happy isn't a life worth wasting your time on. Take a leap of fate, I know you won't regret pursuing your dream."

"Oh Soul," She lurked her hand from his grip and pressed her hands on his collarbones. If she could stand on the beach and touch him the whole day, she would most likely do so. "I'm sorry for all you went through." Her arms continued upward until her arms tightly hugged him. His arms weren't far behind, embracing her back. "No one should ever go through something like that. I don't know much about you, but you didn't deserve losing your brother."

"I know I didn't and I chose to no longer mourn his death. He won't come back no matter how much I sulk in his memory. He'd want me to move on and celebrate the life he had, and that's exactly what I'm doing." He murmured into her ear as his hands rubbed her back. "Don't feel bad for me because I'm not feeling bad anymore."

"It's just―"

"MAKA!" Maka quickly jumped away from Soul, flipping around and seeing Kid walking toward them waving. "Come up! The others are preparing breakfast!" She didn't dare look over at Soul, she walked toward Kid without as much making sure he was walking behind her.

Everything became worse.

Kid saw the interaction between Soul and Maka from the balcony of the mansion. He'd seen Soul caressing her wrist to them hugging away on the beach and he was jealous. As the days went by, the alpha male came out for each and every day. As Soul neared Maka, Kid had swoop and in separate them immediately. He was possessive of Maka and she didn't know how to feel about it. She was so confused. The morning on the beach she did grew something for Soul, understanding. She understood him more and it grew harder every day since when Kid touched her, she didn't feel anything. They had a good time together and they laughed and enjoyed each other's company, but then there was Soul. So painfully attractive and the sparks, she wanted to get closer to him and learn more about him, but she knew it was dangerous. Kid was her match and Soul would only misguide her.

Another competition went by, Kid and Maka didn't come in top three, but Soul and his partner, Blair, did. To her… jealousy… what she thought it was, they were sent into the Truth Booth. When a "NO MATCH!" came up on the screen she was overjoyed. A heavy weight was lifted off her chest. She knew she wouldn't be happy, she needed him gone. The best for her would be Soul found his match and they went inside of the Honeymoon Suit so she could focus on Kid and Kid only, but a part of her didn't want to stand beside Kid, she wanted to be with Soul.

Eventually, it all burst open.

Maka walked out of the bathroom with a towel on her wet head, wearing a tank top and shorts. When she rounded a corner to her bedroom she shared with one other couple and Soul, she was backed into a wall and white hair tickled her forehead. Her hands pined above her head and her wrist sparkled again.

"You know I'm your match. Not him."

She had no time to respond, his lips descended on hers and she swore her mind blanked out due to the pleasure. His lips sent her straight to cloud nine, making her whole body tremble with pleasure and fireworks went off in her entire body.

All she could think about was him. His lips on hers and she was completely caught in the moment. His hands released her wrists and immediately they wrapped around his neck, pulling him close to her. She angled her head and his mouth molded into hers perfectly. Soon she found his tongue, introducing it to hers, and she greeted it with hers happily. His naked chest pressed into her covered one as she enjoyed his large body overpowering hers. Oh, she loved caressing his naked skin, feeling his neck, shoulders and his low back, bumping into the waistband of his underwear peeking up from his sweats.

A groan followed with, "Are you serious?" broke the two adults from each other.

"K-Kid?!" Maka stuttered, feeling her swollen lips pulse from the attention Soul'd given her. "I― It's not what you think!" All she wanted to do was pull the towel from her head and cover herself with it and shrink in order to avoid this whole scene.

"Ouch," Soul rubbed his chest as if the comment had hurt him, "That's a mean thing to say after that four minute long make-out session we had."

"It wasn't four minutes!" Oh she knew it was four minutes. It sure wasn't one or three minutes. They'd been hitting it hard and she knew if they hadn't been caught they'd most likely still be kissing at the moment.

Kid's fists clenched, trembling with anger. "You think you can get her so easily?" He gritted through his teeth.

"I just did, buddy." Soul snapped.

Hell broke loose. Kid roared predatorily, leaping toward Soul like a savage animal ready to kill. Soul was ready. He grabbed a hold of his shoulders, using Kid's speed in order to flip them around and push him down on the ground. Immediately Soul straddled his waist and raised his fist high.

"No!" Maka exclaimed. "Stop it!" Her words fell on deaf ear.

Soul's fist connected with Kid's jaw and a horrible cracked echoed through her ears. Kid growled loudly, flipping them around and his fists connected with Soul's nose and his stomach.

"STOP IT!" She yelled again.

Two males ran inside of the room, instantly jumping into the fight. One ripped Kid off of Soul and the other kept Soul on the ground. Their eyes locked with each other's growling toward each other like bloodthirsty hounds. Things were far from settled and that was the moment Maka was truly caught between them. She had to choose one of them. Either to run up to Kid and sooth his wounded jaw, or to Soul, wiping away blood from his nose.

She pushed through the cameramen and the curious girls as medicals ran inside to treat them.

She was alone on the beach the entire day. Her mind was full of the day's event. She'd kissed Soul and it was heavenly, she enjoyed it way too much. She may've enjoyed his touches and their kiss, but she knew he was just a distraction from her match. There was no way they could be a match, they were too different from each other. He isn't what she wanted in a guy, he isn't none of the things she was looking for in a guy. He was raw sex appeal and attracted her in the most delicious ways. Kid was what she wanted, but the spark wasn't there.

It was too difficult to walk inside of her bedroom and be sandwiched between Kid and Soul in her sleep. Instead, she went to the Boom Boom Room with the only intention was to sleep.