Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Her emerald eyes shined like the city in its midnight streak. Her ash-blonde hair resembling the glowing sand at a beach. Some will say she is the most beautiful female alive; let alone knowing her very existence is just the amount of pleasure. Any man would be lucky to catch even a glimpse of the way she looks at them with the most sincerest of eyes.
"I'm sorry," The fragile girl apologized while giving another suitor back his love letter. "I'm not the one you're searching for at the moment."
The boy's eyes widened with surprise. Soon it gave into tears that started to flow down his cheeks. His love stared at him with hopefulness; glistening among the moonlight they were upon in the snapdragon garden.
"Do not cry, please."
She reached her pale, white arm across the air to wipe off the droplets of water that wouldn't stop coming. The adolescent mustered up the courage to harshly reject her arm by pushing it, however.
"I don't need your pity, Maka!"
"Quick, punish him!" Came a voice that soon ran up to the teenage boy with other protectors along with him. They grabbed him by the arms forcefully and proceeded to drag him away.
"You'll never hear the end of it! I promise you, Maka! You will be mine!"
"CUT!" Yelled a guy that was sitting in his folding director chair. A loud bell rang and people began to move frantically around the set. Maka whipped her head toward him and glared. "That is not how I planned it!"
"Well if you would give him a chance!" The raged girl gestured with her hands. Murmurs began to occur and the young actor that was taken away ran toward the special member of the cast.
"Calm down."
Maka turned to him with an arched brow. Her eyes had the complexity of fire raging through hell. With that, the boy backed away and ran off. The director closed his eyelids, rubbed his temples and sighed in disappointment.
"That's the fifth one this week! Maka, when are you going to learn how to control your emotions?"
She marched up to the adult and pointed her thumb toward herself.
"It's not my fault all boys are sensitive!" She mocked like a child. The man's eyelids popped open and his eye twitched. He shifted on his seat and began to speak.
"What are you inquiring?"
Maka's face was a few inches away from his and her eyes were squinted.
"I'm saying that if you'd just hire guys that were tough and strong, then I'd be nice." She backed away and put the back of her hands on her hips. Her pink dress ruffled as walked. "Until then, you'll just have to deal with how I am. Wouldn't want to fire me, now would you?" She gave off a devious grin and her eyes read the feeling of 'victory'.
The director stared at her with wide-eyes, unsure of what to say. As he was getting ready to open his mouth, his actress decided to keep on talking.
"Now," She clapped her hands together hard, getting everybody's attention to be directed at her. "Shall we continue?" She asked in an innocent voice. The man grimaced and got down from his chair.
"Alright, fine. You take over. I'm done."
The ash-blonde girl cocked her head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"This movie is cancelled!"
All of the members' commenced to speak in hushed voices. Maka however, seeing this as an opportunity, slowly made her way toward the exit of the building. She glanced in every direction to make sure no one knew what she was doing. The coast being clear, she pressed her back against the wall near the door and stretched her arm to the door knob. She grunted due to the burning sensation in her arm. Why did the object have to be so far away?
Eventually, her fingers grasped the golden knob and quickly twisted it. She tip-toed toward the wooden door and opened it little by little. Seeing the crack of open space between the bottom of the door and carpet, she made a run for it and dashed off into the open world; not realizing she had left the door open. She had no time to worry about that though.
Her white high-heels clattered against the sidewalk she was running on. She was holding her dress on the side with the tips of her fingers.
The shoes she was wearing didn't make escaping any easier for her because she ended up tripping face-first on the paved path. Not making an attempt to get up, she stayed there thinking of ways she could get out of the city she was in; Moscow.
Well, at least I made it.
She blew the bangs that were hanging over her green eyes.
Someone is bound to see me. I wonder who.
She pushed her cold hands on the sidewalk and got up. She dusted herself off before looking at the golden watch on her wrist.
They'll find me in 3, 2, 1...
