Twists of Fate
Author's Note: A/U Multichapter Soul Eater! WOOT WOOT! Inspired by Jaime Foxx's song Fall For Your Type. Also inspired at 4AM. Tsubaki Nakatskasa is an heiress, Maka Albarn is a book worm, Soul Evans is a prodigy, and Black Star is a rebel. What do they all have in common? Reckless relationship after reckless relationship. Drawn together by lust, fear, and loneliness, can these four really understand true love and happiness?
Beware, there may be some OCness from these characters, but taking into consideration the situation, you'll understand. Oh, and they're all older as well of course. Ages to be revealed as the story progresses.
Author's Note: I don't own Soul Eater or the lyrics to this song.
Can I, can I, save you from you?
Cause you know there's something missing
In this champagne you been sippin not supposed to make you different all the time.
The music that filled the bar was a fair enough distraction if the hundreds of voices and drunken laughter didn't help. In fact, if the atmosphere wasn't enough of a distraction then you had to have been doing something wrong. It was a popular night club to these in the area and with the amazingly priced drinks and music, there was no reason everyone shouldn't be having a good time to some extent. That's why she was there. To drown out her own thoughts and emotions one way or another. The girls had told her it would be a good idea. They said the best way to get over stress and dating a complete and total douche bag was to party it off, and despite the fact her best friend had suggested something a bit more tame, she had gone with the latter.
Tsubaki Nakatsuka took a large drink for her Long Island as her friends chatted excitedly over the music. The night had only just begun to them but she was already feeling the effects of her drinks. Maybe she should have listened to what Maka had said about taking her time tonight. It would have been beneficial if her long time friend had at least come along to make sure she kept her promise. By now her hair was starting to fall from its high bun, her bangs now framing face which was now pink from drinking. She adjusted her short jean skirt once more as she moved to stand from the booth she and her friends were sharing.
"Tsubaki, where are you going? The band is coming on soon?" Called a girl with long dark hair. Next to her sat a girl with short pink hair, sipping her drink and chatting it up with the bubbly brunette beside her.
"I'm getting another drink. Hold my seat, would you Jackie?" The girl smiled and gave a thumbs up. Smiling, the girl pushed her way through the crowd and to the bar, trying to wiggle her way in between some people in order to get the attention of the bartender. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval when she noticed him paying more attention to those at one end of the bar. Some of the people near her could be heard muttering under their breath.
"Oy, a little service down here!" A loud voice called. Tsubaki stiffened when she felt a body press against her back and she quickly turned, flushing when her own navy colored eyes met with green. "Hey." A wide grin split across the stranger's face from where he stood over her. He was only a few inches taller than her with strangely spiked azure colored hair. He was wearing a loose black tank and on his left shoulder was a simple star shaped outlined tattoo, but across it was a very evident scar. He was tan and based off his well toned arms alone, she already assumed the rest of him was enough for a girl to swoon.
"Hey, Star! Long time no see." Called the bartender sarcastically despite the welcoming smile that crossed his face. The stranger waved.
"The guys and I have been busy. Just get me my drink… oh and my friend here needs a drink too." He nodded down at Tsubaki. "What're you having?" She jerked out of her thoughts at the inquiry.
"I can order my own drink, thanks." She stated swiftly. He cocked a brow at her for a moment before she turned to the patiently waiting bartender. "I'll have a Long Island." The man flashed her a smile and nodded before going to work. The stranger leaned into the counter some and eyed her curiously.
"Drinking a bit heavy for someone who came by them self, aren't you?" he asked with an entertained smile. She eyed him cautiously for a moment.
"I didn't come alone." She stated, looking away and watching the bartender chat it up with someone while making her drink.
"Oh yeah? Your boyfriend must be pretty useless letting you roam around a club half drunk in that skirt." She shot him an appalled look as he grinned teasingly at her.
"Do you know me to be talking to me like that?" His grin was replaced with a bored expression as he straightened and shrugged a shoulder.
"No, I suppose not. Beside, it'd probably be safe if we didn't know each other, don't you think?" She blinked in confusion and watched as he reached around her, taking his drink and promptly maneuvering himself into the swaying crowd.
"Miss, your drink, complementary of the gentleman you were just talking to." Distractedly, she took her drink, muttering her thanks. That guy really did have some nerve, approaching her like that. She leaned into the bar, sipping her drink and allowing her eyes to scan the crowd. She waved off a few guys as she mulled her own thoughts. She was single now… three long years and it all ended because he wanted to try something new. Because he was bored. She sucked in a breath remembering the discussion. The nonchalant look on her boyfriend's face as he told her it would be a good idea if they went their separate ways. She shouldn't have been too upset. The relationship was set up by her father in the first place, but with time came the feelings, whether she wanted them or not.
"Tsubaki!" Snapping from her thoughts, she swiftly turned to the girl that approached her. She narrowed her blue eyes at her. "What the hell're you doin' over here alone?" she snapped. Standing straight, she forced a smile at her friend.
"Sorry Meg… Um, join me for another a drink?" she asked. The brunette raised an eyebrow.
"How about a dance after wards?" Tsubaki nodded, grateful to have been distracted from her own thoughts. She and Meg talked and joked around before joining the mass on the dance floor. "Oh look, it's the band!" Meg cheered, pointing to the stage. Tsubaki glanced in the direction at the interesting bunch on the stage. A pair of busty girls were helping a dark haired young man on stage. One side of his hair had three horizontal white lines sporting. The girl with long tan hair was setting up the microphones while the short haired blonde sat at one of the set of drums, twirling her sticks around animatedly. Just as she wondered where the others where, two guys walked onto the stage. The guys leading had his hands shoved in his pockets and a bored expression on his face despite the animated chatter of his companion. His hair was silvery and strangely spiked, all pushed back some with a headband. He turned to his friend, pointing at the other set of drums before making his way to the key board.
"That's him…" Meghan glanced at her friend for a moment. The blue haired stranger slapped the grinning blonde at the drums a high five before dropping as his own drums. She had never seen anyone exude so much energy.
"You know that guy?" Meghan asked curiously. Shaking her head, Tsubaki finished her drink.
"No… not necessarily." Instantly, music filled the room, almost hypnotic, and everyone easily began to flow together once again. For the most part, she couldn't remember anything past that. She had been distracted by the music alone so when she found herself back at the bar with someone tapping her shoulder, it was natural to spin around in her seat and stare at the intruder in confusion.
"Still on your own I see." She glared.
"Go away, I'm not alone." She had no idea where Meghan had vanished off to. He sat next to her, signaling for a drink.
"Oh I know. I saw you dancing with someone… You're into girls? That's pretty hot." She sent him an offended look.
"That was a friend of mine! I'm very much into men. I'll have you know my boyfriend and I just broke up!" she snapped. Not that it would matter to him. He was just a perfect stranger that wanted nothing more than to pick on her for his own entertainment.
"Oh yeah, so then you can dance with me without feeling guilty then?" There was a pause. He was leaning into the bar, looking at her expectantly. "I don't bite." This was bad. She knew it was. He had even said in their earlier discussion that he was bad news in more or less words. It's not like his appearance alone didn't scream potential trouble. He pushed himself from his seat and held out a hand. The confidence he held was unnerving but at the same time, she took his hand and let him lead her out to the dance floor. She wished she had at least waited until a fast paced song came on. She'd blame it on the alcohol as her body was pulled flush against him.
He smelt good, and while there was nothing appropriate about how they were moving or how close their bodies were or ever how low on her back his hands were, she felt some comfort. It had to have been the alcohol. There was no other reason she should have been behaving in such a way. Her arms hung loosely around her neck and she leaned her forehead into his shoulder. The alcohol was really starting to hit home. She heard him chuckle and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his lips near her ear.
"You feeling ok?" she nodded mutely.
"I'm usually not like this with strangers." She muttered after a moment. Her head was spinning slightly, but she hoped that maybe Kim, Jackie, or Meghan would come to her rescue soon enough. He chuckled, pulling her closer.
"If you want, I'll take care of you tonight."
"I… don't even know your name."
"Weren't you listening earlier? It's Black Star." There was a hint of teasing in his voice. She looked up at him skeptically. He beamed down at her. "And you?" There was something about him she couldn't figure out. Something that continued to pull her in.
"Tsubaki." It would be a lie if she said she knew what he had said next. In fact, she couldn't even remember any exchanged words through the few dances she knew she had shared with the handsome stranger. Alcohol made even the most conservative do some reckless things. She had determined this the exact moment their lips touched and she didn't fight back. She knew this even after she found herself pressed against a wall, skirt around her waist and her legs wrapped around someone she could say she only knew for two hours.
She had screwed up and she knew she did… but at the moment she needed this.
Just one more stimulate to pull her away from reality.