The Right Choice
Soul is a 20 years old, beautiful blood red crimson eyes and nicely colored tan skin. He has a very nice body as well, broad muscles a six pack that would show off his incredible nice abs. His pure white snowy hair that would shift to one side and stay like that for some amount of time, a black head band rested nicely in the center of his hair.
He lets out an unannounced sigh, as he waves goodbye to the costumer as he made his way out the store. Soul worked at a music store, downtown in Death City Nevada. He doesn't like to brag, but he's pretty damn good at what he does, considering he was a music major himself. He spend most of his time in collage learning about music and all that other type of stuff.
He eventually went with the flow, and took up Piano lessons. Some might say he is really talented, and some may say that the type of music that he plays isn't really what you would call real music. He never really payed any mind to those type of people though, considering they didn't even know half the shit they were talking about in his opinion.
But, all in all, he likes what he does now. Which is selling music to people who wants to buy it. Not to mention the pay isn't half bad at all. He makes a living and everything is perfect.
Hearing the sound of a door slamming behind him, he sees his boss emerge. His black and white colored hair, and pale skin along with dark eyes. Sometimes Soul would wonder if he ate at home, considering he looked liked he was sick all of the time, but he knew it was his natural skin color. His name is Asura, he a two years older than Soul.
Soul has worked for Asura for over four years now, and he has to say, they have been the best four years of his life. Asura always looked out for Soul no matter what, and Soul of course always returned the favor. Hearing the door open once more a girl came out behind him, Soul watched as she flung her long black hair behind her shoulder, before giving Asura a snicker and stomping out of the store.
The only thing that Soul didn't really like about Asura, was his thing for girls. He always got the girls he wanted and when he means always. He means always. There was never a girl he couldn't get, he was a pretty good looking dude Soul had to admit. But the amount of girls he gets with and then dumps is unbelievable. But, all in all. Soul still thinks of him as a good friend. Like he said before, Asura always watched his back and Soul always did the same for him.
Asura lets out a low chuckle, as the girl out front pushed pass some people, obviously pissed. Soul only shook his head, looks like she wasn't taking the break up so well, but that's not as bad as the girl he was with before. Soul couldn't really remember what her name was, but she came back to the store one day with a pole. Luckily there was a policeman there that day and she was taken to jail for assault charges. He never really understood what had been going on through that girls head at the time, if she thinks beating the hell out of him with a pole is going to solve anything.
"I think she took it quite well, what do you think?"
Soul smirked, as he made his way from behind the counter and started over towards the Jazz section. He began to sort them back in order knowing the costumers, don't give a shit, and don't end up putting things back where they belong. That just annoyed the hell out of him.
"Sure, if it counts her bringing back a weapon like the last one." He snickered.
Asura rolled his eyes, as he pressed down on a couple of buttons on the cash register before taking out the stack of cash and counting it happily. Soul finished sorting the Jazz section and then moved over towards the folk tale section, as he read the back of some of the CD's and cringed at the type of music that was played. Why does music like this even exist?
He wasn't so big on music like this, considering that type of music sucked in his opinion. He didn't know how anyone can listen to shit like that. It was truly weird. But he doesn't really complain, considering he knew one person who liked this kind of music. So he never really makes fun of it as much as he use to.
"I wouldn't worry about that, she won't be back." He smirked, as he continued counting.
"That's what you said about the last one, and the crazy chick came back with a damn pole!" Soul scuffed.
"She's not like the last one Soul, and besides I can get a replacement just as fast." He told him, stuffing the money back into the cash register.
Soul rolled his eyes, he knew he was right about that. He could get a replacement just as fast. Hell he could probably get a replacement tomorrow just for the hell of it. He checked his watched, it read the time of evening. He finished up organizing the folk section and made his way over towards Asura. It was time for him to go home, it was Sunday that means work gets cut short.
"Good luck with that man, I'm gonna head out now." Soul announced, as he grabbed his jacket and fastened it up.
"Remember, I need to you here at nine sharp, I won't be in tomorrow." He grinned, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed.
"I'll be here, so don't sweat it." Soul smirked, giving him a fist bump as he made his way out the store and towards his home.
How many degrees did the damn news say it was again? He thought knowing he could probably feel icicles forming on his skin. It was the middle of winter, and Soul had to admit, this time of the year completely suck ass. Not to mention its definitely not the kind of weather for him to be driving his motorcycle in, he thought as he parked it and headed inside the apartment building.
Still shivering from the cold, he quickly fished out his keys and played with the lock as he tempted to open it, success he thought pushing the door aside and quickly taking off his shoes and jacket hanging it up nicely on the coat racket beside him, and he noticed a familiar pink jacket hung up. Was she really home that soon? He thought, when the smell of food invaded his nose giving him his answer.
Soul walked into the living room only to be greeted by a girl placing food on the table. Once she noticed him, she sent him a smile gesturing him to sit down as she had finished putting the rest of the things necessary on the table. He took a seat, as he rubbed his hands together, blowing into them making them as warm as possible.
"How was work Soul?" She asked, placing a streaming hot bowl of curry in front of him.
"It was alright, pretty dead though." He told her, as he placed his still frozen hands over his bowl.
"Did you have anyone come in today at all?" She questioned, filling a bowl for herself and sitting down.
"What's with the random questions Maka, you never ask me how my day is going." He smirked.
"Just trying to be generous you jerk." She said, her cheeks puffing out.
He chuckled at her face expression and continued to eat. Maka was the same age as he was, after they both had graduated from the Dwma Maka and Soul ended up going to the same collage, where Maka had studied to be some kind of teacher. She was always a good student, good manners ,awesome grades. It wouldn't be a surprise if that would be her career choice.
But, when they were out fighting as for all that other goody stuff, she was completely bad ass, her attitude was cocky, which was the complete opposite way she acted in school. She was way more violent, more violent then those damn lethal Maka chops she would give him to the head when he says something cocky or something that offends her in a way.
Now they were older and they have changed over the years. Maka surely did change in a good way. Her ash blonde hair, still remained in pigtails, but was longer than before, now that she's older they didn't look so childish on her anymore. He body has made a big change, Soul always remembered her as a flat chested bookworm back in high school. Now? She was perfectly filled like the rest of her friends. She had really nice curves as well, her green emerald eyes still remained that nice color. Her skin was still as smooth along with her cute pink lips.
"I'm just kidding Maka, besides worrying about my day. How was yours?" He asked, finishing up his dinner and started to bat in clean up.
"It was alright, the kids were truly bizarre today though, all because one kid stuck a finger up his nose." She sighed.
"I like him already." Soul joked, as he piled all the dished in the sink and began to wash them.
Maka let out a snicker as she got up from her seat and pushed her chair back in. Soul turned his head towards her, and noticed she started to yawn. She was tired already? He thought checking out the time, it read eight. It was still early in the evening.
"You tired already?" He questioned her, turning his attention back towards the dishes.
"As funny as it sound, I'm exhausted." She smirked, walking over towards the couch and turning off the TV.
"Well are you gonna head off to bed then? He smirked back, wiping his hands off Maka rolled her eyes, but nodded her head.
"Yeah, it sounds like a decent time to get some sleep anyways." She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she began to walk towards her bedroom door.
"Night then, and by the way, I'll be out of here at eight." He called, Maka turned her head slightly and nodded her head.
"Alright, and don't forget..we have to meet the others for lunch at noon." She retorted, shutting the door behind her.
He stared at the door blankly before giving out a small sigh, its funny because he actually did forget about them meeting up with their friends after so many months. Once they all went to collage, they haven't been able to hang around each other as much. But, every once in a while they would talk over the phone.
He still doesn't get how he could of forgot though, considering Blackstar has been reminding him about it for the last couple of days nonstop. It got so annoying , he just probably stopped caring and didn't listen. Soul gave out a small yawn as he made his way towards his bed room. He was a little shocked that he was sleepy. But he decided to just roll with it. Grabbing his towel and other washing material, a nice hot steaming bath would be in progress before bed.
The noise kept on going. He didn't know how to deal with it. His hand searched for a way to shut the annoying device off. Feeling the device vibrate under his hand. He shut it off in one hit, as he opened his eyes slightly. He slowly sat up on his elbows, rubbing his eyes and looking to his left. He was fully awake when he realized what time it was. It was eight thirty. There was no doubt in mind he was going to be late for work.
Scrambling out of bed, he carelessly searched through his drawers for something to wear. Pulling out a plain colored black polo and some jeans he got dressed. Eye still lingering on he time as it now read eight forty. Looks like he was skipping breakfast he thought bitterly as his stomach begin to growl in hunger of food.
Grabbing his keys out of the basket on his stand. He ran out of his room only to bump into Maka, who was now on the ground rubbing her now sore butt. She shot him a small glare and he helped her up.
"What the hell Soul." She grumbled, brushing herself off.
Soul looked at her for a moment, looks like he wasn't the only one that had to leave at this time to. Maka was about to leave for her job as well, she was dressed really nice. Her skirt that went down to her knees, as she wore a long sleeved white polo to top off the whole teacher look her hair was in a nice bun. Realizing what time it was, he quickly gabbed his coat and put it on, Maka still giving him a blank stare.
"I'm late." With that said he was out the door in a flash.
Soul rushed towards his bike, the cold winter air nipping at his skin. Maybe he should be grateful its not snowing at all, but he knew the roads were still slippery and that traffic was going to be a bitch anyways, so in other words. He was going to be late regardless. Starting up the ignition, Soul floored the vehicle, speeding down the road.
He knew it was illegal, but at that point he really didn't care at all. He was an experienced motorcycle driver, so this was going to be a piece of cake, as long as the traffic wasn't bad. A couple of red light's and stop signs and all that other shit, he finally arrived at Asura's Music Store. He quickly parked his bike, and sprinting towards the front door, where Asura was waiting. A girl by his side, which is no surprise to Soul, and another thing that wasn't so surprising, is that it was a different one from yesterday.
Out of breath, Soul leaned up against the front door, Asura on the other hand was giving him a smirk. Soul cocked a brow, leaning off the door and walking all the way in letting it shut behind him. His gaze fixed back onto the girl beside him, she had a nice body. Her hair was a nice caramel brown color, but it was way short. She was really skinny to, Soul knows he thinks Asura never really eats because of how pale he actually is, but this girl seems like she's on a strike for food.
"Soul, your finally here, there is someone I would like you to meet." He said, gesturing to the girl.
"Hello. My name is Lisa." The female brunette said, giving Soul a wave. He smirked back, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.
"Now that your here you can get started. Me and Lisa are going out for the day, I know you can watch the place while I'm gone?" He smirked.
Soul rolled his eyes, was he seriously asking him that question? Soul has worked for this dude for four years. Of course he was able to watch the music store, it really wasn't that hard. He's done it many times before.
"Do you know who your talking to?" He joked, making his way behind the register.
"Excellent. Lock up when you done, I owe you one." He grinned, grabbing Lisa's hand and giving Soul a fist bump as he led her out the store.
Soul smirked, as the two walked out of the music store. He let out a small breath, as he ruffled his hair a bit. He looked up at the time and it read nine thirty. Asura said he was going to be gone all day. He knew Maka was going to be pissed if he didn't go with her and the rest of the gang out to lunch, knowing they are supposed to meet up at noon, and and Asura wasn't going to be back till later. But, Asura always had his back no matter what. Soul always returned the favor.
He was sure there was going to be some unhappy people today.
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Fan Request!
Soulitten: This was requested by a Soulkitten fan!
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