A/N: Sorry for my absence everyone (my like handful of followers), I have indeed been writing, but I have been feeling rather insecure about my writing, and have disposed of or just dropped plots like crazy lately. I really hope this story does not disappoint, though I am sure there are some flaws and that the characters are way out of character. Please review and point me in the right direction on this one.
I only have a vague idea one where I am taking this, so some ideas could never hurt. Thank you to everyone who reads this.
DISCLAIMER!:I DO NOT own Soul Eater, or it's characters. I simply mold them to my whim to write bad stories.
Maka's ash blond hair fluttered on the welcomed cool breeze. Summer was setting in fast and each day got hotter and hotter. Small beads of sweat dripped down the pale skin on her forehead, landing on the page of the book she was drawing in at the time. Sighing, she wiped her head before beginning to pack up her things. She had hoped that when she had left the deserts of Arizona that she had left the unbearable weather behind her, but she was mistaken. Days here in her new home were just as hot if not worse on most occasions. She had grown up living in the heat and she much preferred to be hot than cold, but she had to draw the line somewhere.
College life wasn't as exciting as she had hoped it would be, but she was glad she was able to get away from her father. You see, her father cheated multiple times on her mother. Her mom was able to put up with it for longer than Maka ever thought she would. One day Maka came home from school to find her mother in tears yelling at the top of her lungs. She figured her mom had walked in on her husband with another woman, seeing as there was one cowering behind him in fear, and had finally broken down. That was the last time Maka ever saw her mom in person. Her mom ran off that day, leaving her young daughter with her monster of a father. At first, she hated her mom for leaving but now she realized that her mom needed the time alone, needed her space. She was broken inside, and dragging a small girl around the world, that would just put more stress on her shoulders.
Though Maka hated her father for what he did to her mother, he was still her father. As the years passed by, she was eventually able to come to bare him. They spent more time together like a family, that is until the day she came home and there he was with some woman, on the couch, naked. That was when all hope she thought her father has went flying out the window and she started preparing the day she too would leave.
During her last year in high school, she turned eighteen and as soon as she graduated she went off to college, not even telling her dad which school, or even which state. She wanted nothing to do with him. Though it did come at a price, she had to love away from friends she had known her entire life. Now she was at college, with no real friends.
The only person she could really call her friend was her roommate, Tsubaki. Tsubaki was a tall and beautiful woman with her long dark hair, and deep, loving indigo eyes. She also had a loving heart, always there for her friends and even her roommate when need be. Though, Tsubaki always though Maka locked herself in her room too often, which was indeed true. Maka always had her nose in a book whether it was for a class or just for fun, but because of this she was always by herself. Tsubaki thought she should live a little, party, be a college student every once and a while. She was twenty-one now, and could now, legally, go out a drink, but sh never really found in value into purposefully dumbing oneself down, not to mention she could hardly stand the smell or taste of the stuff.
Once Maka got back to her room, she saw that Tsubaki had a few friends over. She had seen them a few times and remembered that their names were Liz and Patty, and they were sisters, so she assumed by how they acted with each other.
They were all dressed up so Maka figured they were going out clubbing as usual. Liz was tall and was a knock out, her body had amazing curves which she knew how to show off and use to her advantage. Tonight was no exception, she wore a tight black tank top that stopped short on her stomach leaving just enough space to show off the perfect amount of her flat, muscular abs. As you continued down her body you saw a dark black mini skirt that showed off her stunning legs. She finished off her outfit with a bright white belt and a pair of tall, white heels.
Her sister Patty wore a black shirt (the two were always color coordinated) that delved into a deep V-neck that made her enormous bust look like it was trying to bust out (A/N: Bad jokes are bad .), and a pair of white skinny jeans the clung to every curve. Her heels were the exact pair her sister wore, but they were in black. Tsubaki was a little more conservative, always opting to show less skin, but still look good. The red dress she wore tonight only covered one shoulder as it draped dangerously close to showing her cleavage. The dress came to about mid-thigh and she wore a pair of strappy black heels.
When Maka tried to go to my room the three of them saw me, "Maka! You want to go out with us tonight?" Tsubaki chimed in.
Maka shook her head, "No, I have this piece I want to finish."
Tsubaki wasn't giving up yet, "Oh, Maka, your drawing will still be here when you get back. Come on, just tonight?" Her eyes were wide and begging.
Maka couldn't say no to her pleading eyes, she sighed, "Fine, just for tonight."
"Alright girls, she's all yours," Tsubaki said looking over at Liz and Patty who now had this evil gleam in their eyes, Patty yelling in happiness. They rummaged through some clothes they brought with them as well as some of Tsubaki's clothes. Soon they settled on a long, green tube top to show off her flawless shoulders and neckline, without showing off her stomach. They also chose a simple, short black skirt to show off her stunning legs. "Guys, I can't go into public like this, I'm virtually naked!" Maka called out to them after she changed. Liz then came through the door armed with makeup.
Apparently, they had all done their makeup while she was changing. They had kept it simple, just adding pops of color to bring out their eyes, but they wanted to keep the attention on their bodies. If they were going to a place with people who were drinking, why not show off the best of what they will ultimately be staring at. What drunk man stares into a womans eyes?
Finally, it was all done and they headed off towards the nightclub, taking Liz's car. Once they arrived they could hear already hear the music pounding through the walls. "Now girls, remember, if you find a guy, you're on your own. Unless, your Maka. Maka, don't go off into situations you don't trust. Alright?" Liz asked to her. Maka nodded, already knowing there was no way she was going to pick up some guy, not to mention leave with one.
Once inside, Maka could feel the music straight through her body with it so loud and the bass turned up so high. She couldn't understand how someone didn't go deaf with this loud of music going on. She had to push her way through hordes of people and could barely keep up with the others. They all found a table and had a seat, looking around and getting a feel for who was there. Soon, the music changed and Liz shot up like she had been shocked, "Come on girls, let's dance! I love this song!"
"Yay," her sister called out and the rest of them called out in their agreement.
As the rest of them jumped up, Maka stayed in place, "I think I'll stay here for now." They all tried their best to get her to get up, but she won over this argument saying she would join them later. As the song continued, Maka looked around seeing some really strange looking people. Guys and girls alike dancing on the bar, completely wasted. Then there were the girls who were trying too hard to look sexy, that they totally missed the mark, and you could see the men avoid them like the plague, well unless they were too drunk to notice. Though she would have to admit that the strangest looking guy at that she could see was the blue haired guy screaming the lyrics to the song that was playing at the top of his lungs while stumbling around. He wore some baggy white pants and a black tank top, revealing a star shaped tattoo on his shoulder. He definitely stuck out like a sore thumb.
After the son, the bartender was finally able to get him off the stage and he joined two guys at the edge of the bar both of which stood out just as much as he. The first one was a slender guy with dark black hair, that for whatever reason had three horizontal lines crossing over half of his head. Maka was also surprised to see that he had worn a suit to a bar, who would do that?
Though the next guy surely caught and kept her attention. His stark white hair stood out in the darkness of the room around him. As she looked him over she saw that he was wearing a dress shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, showing off a well muscled chest and part of a wonderful set of abs. His pants were baggy and set low on his hips. She realized she was staring when the blue haired boy smiled and said something to the guy with the white hair and they all turned my direction. I adverted my eyes slightly trying to make it look like I had been looking somewhere else with out it being to obvious.
Maka turned around to find the other girls walking towards her, drink in hand. "Here, Maka, one for courage," Tsubaki said with her soft smile. Maka took the drink timidly, looking at the contents. It was a sharp red color and smelled strongly of strawberries. "It doesn't have too much alcohol in it, but it's rum so take it easy." Maka looked down and took a sip, and to her amazement, it tasted pretty good. Sure there was still the sting of the alcohol as it went down, but all in all it was a great drink. She continued to take drinks from her glass, each one bigger than the last, and soon she had ordered another.
By the time the second was finished and she had started on her third, she began to feel her body swaying with the music. The next time the group went out to dance, she even joined them. What could it harm?
They all danced for a couple songs while all sorts of men gathered around to join them. Mostly around the other three of course, Maka was no where being close to comparable to them. A few guys came over to chat with them, including the strange trio she saw earlier. The black haired boy was talking up the sisters while the crazy blue haired kid was talking to Tsubaki. She looked around and found the white haired kid was standing a bit of a ways away talking to some girls, a couple of them hanging over his body. When he turned his head she finally caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were blood red.
His eyes were startling, but she couldn't stop looking into them. They were simply mesmerizing. Though, to her utter embarrassment, she was caught. Before she knew it, he was walking straight up to her, much to the dismay of the girls he left in his wake. Once he was less than a foot away he gave her this smirk, revealing rows of shark-like teeth. He leaned down to make sure she could hear her, "See something you like?"
She had to fight her brain to start coming up with words, "Not particularly, you guys do stick out like a sore thumb though." She said looking away trying to making it sound like she wasn't interested.
He in return let out a chuckle that made her melt, "Is that so? So I have never seen you around here, is this your first time?"
Maka nodded, "Yea, I prefer to spend time with myself, but my friends convinced me to wear this awful outfit, and even got me to drink."
"You do seem to be enjoying yourself," he pointed out.
"Yea, I suppose you're right, but at the rate this night is going I am gonna be left here myself," she said looking over at the other three who were flirting with their prospective dates.
"You never know, those two are pretty awkward, but at times they can be smooth," he let out a chuckle, "but they are no where are cool as me."
"Well, Mr. Cool, why don't you get back out there? I'm sure there are plenty of girls who actually want to talk to you right now," she took another drink feeling kind of light headed. "If you'd excuse me, I think I need to sit down." She tried to push past him to get to her table, but ended up just tripping over his foot. She felt an arm around her that halted her fall.
"You should be more careful there, you obviously don't take your alcohol well."
She shrugged off his arm not wanting the help of a man, they were all the same. They just picked up woman when they felt like it, not caring about those they hurt. She walked over to Tsubaki and tapped her shoulder to get her attention before leaning in to talk into her ear, "Hey, I'm not feeling too hot, so I am gonna head home first. I'm assuming I'll see you in the morning?" she said nodding in the blue haired boys direction. This earned a blush from her friend, but she wasn't going to judge, she knew Tsubaki would be safe no matter what. She's one strong woman under that soft exterior.
And with that, Maka made her way for the door, pushing people out of her way. Once outside, the cool night air of the desert felt great on her flushed skin. She looked around, trying to find her bearings before beginning to walk down the road, with great difficulty. But before she even made it around the corner, she was headed off by a motorcycle. Maka slowly backed away from the purring machine, not really sure what was happening. That is, until the rider turned off the bike and removed his helmet, revealing shimmering white hair. "Come on, I'll give you a ride."
"Excuse me, but I don't remember asking for your help, I can walk home myself, thank you. Plus don't you have girls waiting back there for you?"
"Nah, those girls come by the dozen. Not to mention they will be there tomorrow night anyway, looking for some guy to leave with," he said looking at her with a rather bored expression.
"Well, either way I still don't need your help," she tried to prove her point by walking around him, she tripped breaking one of her heels. "Dammit that hurt!"
"Are you willing to hop on the bike now?" he asked pushing the helmet into her hands.
She hesitated looking down at her feet, "Fine, you can take me home."
After she slipped on the helmet, and threw her leg over the side of the bike, making sure to keep a hold of her skirt so it wouldn't ride up. After giving him the best directions she could from this side of town, they were off, and he rode FAST. She wrapped her unused arm around his waist and pulled herself to him tightly. She found that he was incredibly hot, in more than one definition, as his body radiated heat and she placed her hand on the bare skin of his abs. She told her hand to move, to get out of there, but it simply refused and slowly moved around on the skin. As she did so, she swore she could feel him laughing, but just told herself that it was the motorcycle, nothing else.
They made it back to her place in no time flat, due to his crazy driving. "I'll walk you up, no complaints. Which floor is your room on?"
She took off the helmet to be heard easier, "The third floor, but I can handle it. I'll be fine," again she tried to prove herself, but ended up swaying and almost falling like before. He grabbed her before she hit the ground and then picked her up like she was some princess being carried by her prince. The thought made her face grow warm as the blood rushed too it. Foolishly, she tried to hide her face by turning to towards where their two bodies met, only to find rippling muscles working together perfectly to carry her up the stairs. He HAD to work out like everyday to get such a perfect, well-toned body.
"You're staring again," she could feel the husky laughter through his chest and it felt wonderful.
"I am not staring," she had to think fast, "I am just tired, that's all." She couldn't let him on to her steadily growing blush, nor could she let him know that was starting to feel like he was different form most men, helpful while not trying to get into your pants. The story of her father, and how he ruined her mother.
Once they reached her floor, she guided him to her door and he put her down. Maka took her room key out of her purse and looked up to the man who had helped her. "Sorry if I was a pain, but I am grateful for your help."
The male saw the flush still on her face and the hazy look in her eyes, and it made her look absolutely irresistible. Before he even was sure what he was doing himself, he leaned down and pressed his warm lips to hers. Maka had no idea what was happening, but she almost fell into the amazing feeling that his lips brought. A moment passed and Maka finally realized what was happening, he was kissing her! She immediately pushed him away and brought her hand up, smacking it hard against his face, "I knew it, all men are the same. They all just want the same thing." With that she opened her door and locked it firmly behind her. Sliding down the length of the door, she slumped into a pile and began to weep into her knees. She had no idea he was still standing there, that he could hear it all.
"Now you've done it Soul," he said running his hand through his hair before walking somberly down the stairs and to his bike.
Maka stood up about and hour later, tears completely exhausted. She wandered to her bedroom and quickly changed. "I knew going with them would be a bad idea. Now look at me, crying over having my FIRST kiss stolen away from me, by a guy who's name I don't even know. That is the last time I ever go clubbing. Hopefully the others had a better night." Before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep.
~*~oOo~*~
Maka awoke the next morning to the sound of the door unlocking, Tsubaki must be home. She drug herself out of bed feeling awfully nauseous. Forcing herself to look into the mirror, her eyes weren't too red, and for that she was happy. Next, she decided that a shower was much needed after having so many bodies brushing against hers all night. The thought automatically brought up the memory of his perfect body under her hands. She shook her head, removing the memory. "What an ass."
After her shower walked into the living room seeing Tsubaki and the sisters there already changed and looking like she was about to go back out, a beaming smile on her face. "Morning, Tsubaki," Maka called out making the other girl jump. "Did you have a fun night," definitely emphasizing the word 'fun'.
Her cheeks automatically turned red, "Yea," she said softly, "but nothing happened!"
"Getting a little defensive are we? I am not here to judge you," Maka said her smile growing as she saw the blush grow even more on her friend's face.
"Well, after we left the bar, we went over to Kid's house, he was the one with the black hair, and man was it big! We all went over there to have more drinks with much less people, it got really crowed in there when you left."
She paused looking over at Maka, and Liz took the lead, "Which reminds me, that other guy that was with the boy's group left right behind you. You guys didn't happen to leave together did you?" Maka's breath hitched and she couldn't find the words to explain herself.
Tsubaki's voice chimed in"Maka, that's perfect! I knew you'd have fun! He was so dreamy too!"
"Yay! Maka got laid!" Patti nearly yelled.
"I did no such thing! He just gave me a ride after I broke me heel walking down the sidewalk, sorry Liz."
"Whatever I still have another pair, well we all decided to meet up after we all got changed. We were going to all go to lunch, do you want to join us?" Liz asked, "You'll get to see Mr. Muscles again!"
Maka wanted nothing more than to scream out how she hated him and tell her what he had done, but she had a feeling that the others wouldn't find it as much of a big deal as she did. Not to mention, she didn't want to ruin Tsubaki's mood, "Actually I think I'll pass. I have this raging headache, damn alcohol." Maka said with a small laugh.
"Are you sure?" she asked sensing something was off.
"Yea, yea, go on and enjoy yourself! I'll probably just spend my day drawing or something," she gave her the best smile she could before trying to shoo them out the door, "Go have fun!"
"Alright, I will try to be home soon, okay? And there is some aspirin in the bathroom if you need it," and with that she left the apartment, Maka closing the door behind her.
~*~oOo~*~
Tsubaki walked to the meeting place, a gorgeous outdoor restaurant next to the lake. It was definitely a sight to see. She saw the group and noticed that the white haired guy from last night was there. "Sorry for being a little late, Maka was hungover."
"Hahahaha! That tiny girl didn't look like she could handle much alcohol, but she just putting back those daiquiris like they were nothing. BUT NO ONE CAN DRINK LIKE ME! I CAN'T BE BEAT!" the blue haired boy began laughing.
"Oh shut it, Black Star," Liz said, "So, I didn't catch your name," she said looking at the white haired male.
"Soul Eater Evans, just call me Soul," he replied nonchalantly, not really paying attention.
"So, Soul, what exactly happened between you and Maka?" Liz asked.
He arched an eyebrow, "Who now?"
"Wow, he did her and forgot her name, no wonder Maka denied it! She was probably too drunk to even remember!" Patti laughed out.
"Whoa, whoa, if you're talking about that girl from last night, nothing happened," he said suddenly defensive.
"Why so defensive all of a sudden, hm, Soul?" Liz asked walking up to him.
Before he even made a move to defend himself, Tsubaki walked up to him looking way different than her usual self, much more demon looking, "What. Did. You. Do?" she sounded out slowly and very, very angrily.
"Sheesh, it was just a kiss, what's the big deal?" The two sisters sighed, and Tsubaki suddenly looked worried, "What?"
"She's probably at home crying," Liz said looking over to Tsubaki, "Should we go see her?"
"What? It is just a kiss! Not to mention she already hit me last night because of it."
"Oh, then it's much worse than we thought," Tsubaki sighed, "Why did we ever let her go home alone?"
"Okay, could someone please explain to me exactly what is happening?" Soul said running a hand through his hair, frustrated.
Patty took her chance to chime in, "Maka hates men!" she paused with a laugh, "I'd imagine that was her first kiss."
Tsubaki confirmed this with a nod of her head, "Maka's dad was a no-good man and was always cheating on her mother. Finally, her mom walked out on the two of them leaving Maka alone to constantly walk in on her father with other women. I'm sure you can see why she panicked when some guy she had just met decided to make a move on her."
"Psh, how was I supposed to know that? I wasn't expecting a COLLEGE student to take such an offense to a simple kiss.
Tsubaki sighed, "But, she would be upset if we went back, so let's just go to lunch okay?"
"You know what? I actually think I have something to take care of," Soul said turning around.
"Go get her!" Patti yelled out after him, laughing the whole time.
~*~oOo~*~
Maka was lounging in her room, absently doodling on the sketch pad in her lap. She had found that drawing, along with reading, had always help ease her nerves. She sighed, "I need to just put him out of my mind, it really wasn't that big of a deal, and if I stay away from him then everything will go back to how it was," she said out loud to herself. After making up her mind, she turned her attention to her drawing, old to find out that she was sketching out HIS likeness. The open shirt, the flawless abs, all of it. "Shit," she cursed to herself. Before she had the chance to tear it out and crumple it up, she heard a knock at the door. After looking back down at the drawing, she placed it face down on her bed and got up. Another knock came from the door, this time it sounded much more agitated. "I'm coming already," she called to the door.
After unlocking the deadbolt, she opened the door only to catch his red eyes. "Hey there." Before he knew it the door was slamming shut in front of him. He stuck his arm out just in time to get his hand on the door and stop it before it closed. "Whoa there, just hear me out, okay?" he said pushing against the door as much as he dared. Last thing he needed was to hurt her more.
Finally, he made a big enough space that he could squeeze through and pushed his way into the room. "Yea, just come right in," Maka said sarcastically waving her arm as if in invitation. She looked up at him, "So what exactly are you here for?"
He scratched the back of his head, "I came here to apologize for last night. I should not have assumed it was okay to kiss you, that was wrong of me."
Maka turned away walking towards her room, "Don't worry about it, it's not that big of a deal, right?" As she entered her room she was glad she was partly a neat freak. Nothing like having a guy walk into your room and it being dirty. "She turned to him, was that all you wanted?" What she found when she turned was not what she expected, she was looking around her room, "Excuse me?"
"Did you draw these?" he said gawking at the various drawings and paintings along her walls. He looked at her for an answer.
She nervously turned away, "Yea, I used to have a lot of free time when I was younger. Let's just say that I spent lots of time in my room with my Ipod turned all the way up. But I just kind of dabbled with colors then," she pointed to a small painting in the corner of her room, "I painted how I felt, or how the music made me feel. As time went on I began to study the human figure, then I could go out to the park, watch people and well, sketch them. I was blessed, or in some people's opinions, cursed, with a perfect recall. So if I simply sketch someone out I can later go back and fill in the details later. That way I can catch the moment, and get everything perfect. The human body is fascinating, how it works so perfect with all of it's different parts."
She hadn't noticed he was staring at her, "These are really great, Maka."
The moment her name rolled off the end of his tongue, she felt shivers run along her spine. His deep sultry voice cooing out her name, it was amazing. Then something hit her, "I'm assuming you met the others and that's why you know my name, but I don't even know yours," she said rather embarrassed.
"Aw man, where are my manners. The name is Soul Eater Evans, but you can call me Soul," he replied with a toothy grin.
"Nice to meet you Soul," she said with a small smile.
His gaze returned to her walls and soon saw an easel with a sketch of a father holding his daughter high over his head, both of them wearing huge smiles on their faces. He walked around the bed to get a better look. After looking at it for a few moments he turned around and saw the small sketch book on her bed, "So what are you drawing now?"
"No, wait!" she called as she noticed what he was picking up. Why hadn't she just put it away? Well it was too late now.
He gave her a strange look as he flipped over the notebook, a stunned expression crossing his face. "Is," he paused and she waited for him to become angry, "Is this me?" Maka turned her face away and gave a slight nod. "Maka, this is really good, how did you manage to pull of this much detail from how dark it was in that club, not to mention drunk?"
She shrugged, "My recall I suppose. I feel like it's not that great, like it's not perfect. I started this morning anyway with a massive headache, maybe that's why?" She shrugged again as she turned to him only to find him with his shirt pulled up and was looking at himself in the mirror.
"Looks great to me," he said looking over his shoulder at her.
"I just don't think it captures your face right, or your aura."
That last comment confused him, "My aura?"
"I guess it's hard to explain. But it doesn't give off that feeling I got from you, from your eyes, from your smile."
"What sort of feeling should it be giving me? What is my aura?"
She thought hard about it, "Cool, yet dangerous. You gave off this aloofness, that keeps most people at bay, but you seem like you have a temper behind those eyes." She saw his eyes fill with pain, "I don't assume that because of their color," she explained. "I feel like they have a caring sense behind them, but that if something came between you and what you cared for, that you'd probably tear them to shreds." She looked back to the sketch, "I feel like it's too nice, that there needs to be that danger, that part that captures, well you."
She looked him in the eyes and she could tell he was surprised, "Again I say, you got all of that just from the bar?" he sounded completely dumbfounded.
"I spent time watching people, learning what I could be being far away and not really near them. I was kind of a loner and so I simply watched people. It was what I did."
"That is pretty amazing," she looked at him surprised, "do you think you'll finish this?"
"I should be able to finish the sketch soon ," she replied taking the sketchbook from him, "It'll take me a week to finish the painting. The colors I feel like I need I don't own, so I'll need to pick those up before I start."
"I'd love to have one of your drawings,"
"Well, you can have it when it's done."
His face looked absolutely happy, "Are you serious?"
She laughed a bit, "Yea, of course. It is of you, so yea you can have it."
"Thanks," he said, a smile crossing his face making him look like a little boy who had just received a new toy on Christmas morning, and Maka never would have expected to ever make him make that face. "Oh, here let me give you my number, you can call me whenever it's ready."
After exchanging their numbers, Maka saw him out and they said their goodbyes before he walked down the hall, leaving Maka to stand there, alone. "Well that's not exactly what I expected to do today," she said laughing to herself. "Not to mention I never expected him to be here again, nonetheless complementing my art." She stood there for a moment before she decided to go out and buy her paints and get right back on that painting. For some reason, she felt like she needed that painting soon, so she could see this Soul again, and that smile.
A/N: Well, that's it. For now, I will continue to write this, but I really hope a few of you could review and point me in the right direction, I am really unsure about this story. So until I am sure this story is worth sharing with the rest of you, I will hold off on the rest of the story.