Chapter 1: My Item That Was Stolen

Soul had disliked many people in the past, whether it was people that would do stupid things to get stupid stuff, people who would annoy the hell out of him and drive him completely insane or when people take his things. That person he hates right now, from the pity bottom of his heart is known as the one and only:

Death The Kid

Yes, him and Kidd has been friends for ages now and Soul is now rocking a solid 21 years old. Kidd is 23 years old. But their friendship was terminated a couple of months ago, considering Kidd took something of his that belonged to him and only him. After Kidd stole that beautiful thing that mattered most to Soul, he didn't think it was right for them to continue on as friends anymore.

Soul couldn't of agreed more, Kidd was now living in a mansion a few hours away from Death City Nevada, Soul couldn't of cared less if he moved farther than that, maybe to Europe or something like that. Somewhere far so he couldn't feel his presence near anymore, because the more he felt it, the more fucked up he would feel inside the head.

Soul was now in the comfort of his own mansion, yes, he was rich as well, finally giving in to his mother's will in letting her purchase him a mansion had paid off well. Something that really surprised him was how much he actually liked living in the mansion, knowing he wasn't much into the rich and wealthy thing. But he was willing to make an exception.

He continued to tap is pen rapidly on his desk not to fast and not to slow, but a nice pace so it was good enough to sound like some sort of tune. He hummed to the beat he was creating with his pen, as he rummaged through some old pictures scattered all over his desk. Some of the pictures made him smirk of the memory it reminded him of.

He carefully stopped his pen from tapping as he placed it gently on the desk, picking up on picture in particular. He ran is smooth pianist fingers over the picture, Taking in the beauty it produced to his sight. He cracked a small smile, letting out a sigh.

"Your just as beautiful as I remembered. . . " he trailed his eyes never leaving the picture.

The picture showed a girl, she was a fair high maybe a little smaller than most average height females, her beautiful creamy white skin that covered her attire body, her lovely dancing covered forest green eyes that anyone would just melt into by just looking into them. Soul should know considering he claims to be a victim of those gorgeous eyes.

Her hair was very long, a very nice toned sandy-blonde color. That was out and sprawled all over as she had a nice sweet smile plastered on her face. Holding a camellia blossom in one hand and holding Soul's hand in her other. He smiled, remembering the events that took place that day. The day him and her were hanging out together. The day when she first met Kidd, the day when Kidd took her from him. Kidd took his item from him.

Maka Albarn was that item.

Maka and Soul had met a couple years after he had met Kidd. Soul had to admit he liked her, fuck, he didn't like her, He loved her. It was like love at first sight, in his option. But what he never found out was if she ever felt the same. Everything went down hill after that. Kidd asked her to be his, leaving Soul with a broken heart.

He had the potential to tell her how he felt, but seeing her happy with Kidd, made him re think his actions. If she was happy, then he would try to be happy for her sake. He gave out a sigh, throwing the picture somewhere out of sight. He didn't even understand why he was rolling down memory lane as they say. It's either he really wants his item back, or he must be really tired.

He grabbed a fist full of his white snowy hair as he tugged on it in frustration. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He slowly rose from his seat and making his way carefully around desk, exiting his office room and making his way towards the shower. Maybe that could get his mind off of things.

Soul continued down the hall, it was pretty empty considering he sent most of his workers on break. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his feet tapping and hitting the ground with every step he took. He soon made it into his room. Walking over towards his bathroom that was located on the far right side corner of his room.

He made his way over towards the tub, now deciding he would rather have a nice relaxing bath than a shower. Turning the water on and letting it run a while, so the temperature could get to the perfect feeling. Hearing the rapid sounds of the water rushing into the tub. Soul began to strip from his clothing, full naked he carelessly tossed his clothes to the side.

Stepping into the tub, the feeling was perfect. He sank down a little lower into the tub so it covered most of his body as he shut the running water off and gave out a sigh in relief. He was fully relaxed now.

He sat there for a few minutes before deciding it would be a good idea for him to get out soon, knowing the consequences if he don't. He'll end up looking like a prune. All weird and wrinkly, and to him he always found that a tad bit creepy. He washed his body, hair and other parts, before rinsing himself off and stepping out of the shower.

He grabbed the nearest towel covering himself up and making his way back into his bedroom, in search for some sleep wear. He put on a pair of nice silk pajamas that were a black and gray color. Making his way over towards his queen sized maroon colored bed, as he let him self fall like a feather onto the bed, breathing in a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes and dreamed of his item in his arms again.

Head throbbing like hell, his vision fluffy as fuck. Was he dreaming or something or was he seeing a vision of two girls looking right down at him? he rubbed the sleep that formed in his eyes over night away, making his vision a little clear. He gave out a small yawn as he came in contact with two blue eyes staring down at him, one held a smirk and the other a smile.

Realizing it was Liz and her little sister Patty, he rolled his eyes and flipped himself around shoving his face into his pillow hoping they would get the message and go away. Liz gave out a snort as she grabbed his right shoulder and started to shake him frantically , telling him she wasn't going anywhere unless he dragged his ass out of bed.

He shoved her hands aside, only to hear an irritating groan coming from Liz as her sister Patty laughed at her sisters attempt to wake Soul up from his slumber. Liz tapped her foot on the ground and Soul could tell she was now irritated, he gave out a small sigh, turning his body around to face hers as she held a annoyed expression on her face.

"Are you just going to lay your ass in bed all day Soul? You know I didn't have to come all the way here to wake you." she snorted.

"I don't believe I ever asked you for any help now did I?" she retorted, covering his face from his hand.

"Your mom sent us, she knew you might try to oversleep. she wants you up and dress and ready for rehearsal." Liz explained to him.

"That's just fucking great, as always mother never lets me rest, let alone have time to my damn self." he muttered under his breath.

Liz only shook her head on how much he was complaining. He always did things like this when he had to get ready for his piano rehearsals. Liz was one of Soul's good time friends. She was a little annoying in his option, but for some odd reason the got along pretty well, but as you can see here, most of the times at least.

Sou finally getting his butt in gear, picked himself out of bed. Rubbing his forehead of the oncoming headache he was getting. Dragging himself towards the bathroom. He turned his head slightly as Liz stood there hands on her hips eyeing his every move, just like always. While Patty's attention was off somewhere else. In space perhaps?

Soul washed his face with warm water and soup. After doing that he quickly brushed his teeth and slipped on his clothes. Nothing casual, just a normal suit and tie, Like always. He made his way out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready. Liz gave him a smile as she waved him over. He causally shoved his hands in his pockets as Liz began to fix his tie.

He watched as she skillfully tied his tie up into a knot. Somehow Soul wonders how she does it. He gave her a small smiled, as she takes a couple steps back and reviewing his attire wear.

"Nice and sharp looking as usual Soul, now you have approximately fifteen minutes to meet your mother." she told him with a polite smile.

"It's not like I have a choice right, I'm ready to do what I have to do and get it over with." he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh I almost forgot to mention this to you, your mother had informed me she has some news for you also." Liz stated, her eyes casting away.

"Do you know what she wants?" he asked, knowing by the way Liz was avoiding his gaze it couldn't be good at all. She only shook her head.

"She says something about it being important and life changing." she told him, her eyes meeting with his once more as confusion ran through him.

Soul had just arrived in front of his parents mansion as he quickly made his way inside. He went down the hall towards the piano room where his mother was sitting on the grand piano talking to a young women. Soul carefully knocked on the door beside him alerting the two women he was now present.

Soul's mother turned around and gave her son a small smile as she waved him in. She then gestured her hand towards the young girl he noticed she was talking to earlier. She was tall, nice body from what he could see. Purple long curly hair that drooped down towards her back, she had the same colored eyes of the one he hated the most.

She was wearing a dress that went mid thigh, and fit very tight around her body showing off a little to much that was need in his mind. She gave him a smile as they shook hands.

"My name is Blair, its very nice to meet the son of a very famous music industry." she smiled, folding he hands neatly in front of her.

"It's nice to meet you as well, may I ask what brings you here today?" he questioned hoping it wasn't for the reason he was thinking at the moment.

"Blair is here today because I called her here, you see Soul, your father and I decided it would be a grand idea for you to get married." she told him.

Soul continued to walk away, his mother screaming after him, calling his name over countless of times. He didn't give two shits anymore. She was another reason his item was gone, because she gave her away. The reason he keeps thinking in the back of his mind that she left him willingly is nothing but a lie.

His mother was part in it as well, he told his mother the way he felt about her and all she would say how she wasn't from their type of hierarchy or she was nothing but a commoner. Although all she said might be true is no reason she had the rights to say such things, let alone try to get him married off to some random slut he barley even knows.

That just ticked him off even more, if Maka was here he would be happy, not alone, he would have something worth living for besides, trying to get married off by different women by his mother. He 's just about had enough of it. The worst part about everything that has happened was that Kidd thanked his mother for telling him to let go. He never let go, Kidd just took and stole what was rightfully his.

Even though Kidd had charms and good looks as well, he used them to his advantage to take the one thing that Soul loved the most and that was Maka. It's not like he really gave a shit right? They were no longer friends.

Soul slammed the door to the limo, as his mother continued calling out his name. He signaled the driver to go and he made a break back towards his house. All he could think of, was what was his mother thinking, She wasn't thinking was the problem, she never did, so why the fuck would she start now?

Liz watched as Soul paced back and forth around the living room, Patty wasn't there, she had something else to do from what Liz told him. He continued to pace, head stuck in thought. Hand viciously rummaging through his thick white snowy hair in search for some sort of answer. He anted to know why his mother insisted on him getting married to people he barley knew.

Did she want him to try to forget all about Maka, by hoping he fall in love with another? If so he would tell her right now that was not going to be happening anytime soon. He made a promised to himself, that one day if he and Maka should ever cross paths again, he was confess his true feelings to her. He rather it be Maka, only her and not some random phony.

He heard a sigh slip from Liz's mouth as she continued to gaze at him her head rested securely inside the palm of her hand, as her brown locks was sprawled out all over the couch.

"Soul don't you think your overestimating this a bit?" she asked him, such a Liz thing to say Soul thought to himself.

"Why shouldn't I overestimate this situation Liz, I can't just sit back and let my mother choose a wife for me, fuck who said I wanted to get married?"

"That's not the point though Soul, you have to look at the big picture here not everything always goes according to plan." she shrugged.

"My sentiments exactly, she wants me to get married I said no, you know just as good as I do I already love someone!" he snapped.

"I know you still love Maka, but you know she's with Kidd now, what is there left to do?" she sighed, lifting her head up slightly.

She was right what was there left for him to do? Maka was with Kidd and he always thought maybe that would be how it should be. How does he know if they would ever cross paths again in the future? He didn't want to have the thought of loosing Maka to Kidd forever. She was everything to him, his best friend, his soul mate in a way.

He couldn't loose her. . . he wouldn't . . .he won't.

This story was requested from a fan! I hope you like it :3

Tell me what you think. Should I go on? This will be replacing My Treasure. My offer stands for only a short time to thoes who might want to take over the story. Questions? Pm me.

~Till next time kittens

-Soulkitten