Maka Albarn stared out the glass window, counting the microscopic pieces of lint that floated through the air, only visible to her emerald-eyes. Her blond pigtails were tied with lacy black ribbons, which were admired from afar from jealous girls in the back who wished they could rock pigtails as only Maka Albarn could.
Not like she exactly cared either. Whatever regular, non-prodigy like people thought about her, Maka didn't mind it. They were just highly opiniated people. On the outside, she took the many compliments and flattering comments on her looks with extreme politeness or a light-hearted laugh. Deep inside, waaay deep, Maka was fist-pumping like crazy, happy to know she was finally being noticed.
So...yeah, she actually did care.
Maka was now fifteen, several years after her first year at DWMA. Everyone had grown up with her: Soul Evans, Kid, Black Star, Tsubaki, the energetic twins Liz and Patty, and Crona, her lovable sibling-friend. Maka thought about her past years, staring at the air, counting those millions of particles lost and drifting through empty sunlit space...
"MAKAAAAAAAA!" a small, 5'4 blond cowgirl suddenly flew on to Maka's desk, sending papers and such flying across the floor. Maka swatted a pencil flying at her face away, sending it into the window where it made a small hole. Patty grinned up at her as she fixed her hat. "You! Are you busy tonight?" she exclamied, almost demanding it a little.
The pigtailed girl was in momentary shock. Her eye twitched noticably and her lips quirked. God dammit, Patty...YOU RUINED MY DESK!Maka screamed inside. Yet she kept her good-girl compusre and fixed her tie. "Well, I have some homework assignments for Stein as well as this assignment Lord Death gave me. Why do you ask?" Maka replied, gathering falled papers.
Patty laughed outrageously, putting her hands on her lips. "Nyah! That's booooring! Tonight, we're gonna have a paaaartay! Ya know why?"
Because you and Liz like to get really drunk at almost every single party known to man and like the others KNOW you're an incompentent drunk? I think that's why!But Maka cleared her throat, again, fixing her tie. "I...I don't know why, Patty. Is it someone's birthday or somethin'?"
A gasp spread across Patty's face. Was it something that Maka said? Or did the blond forget an important birthday? Either or, Patty was surprised. "You don't remember? It's Black Star's birthday! He's been screaming about it for months already! I'm surprised that YOU of all people forgot, Maka!"
Whatever...I don't remember every little thing... She thought grudingly. With a flip of her hair, she smiled widely. "Sorry, I've been pre-occupied, with all this school crap, y'know?" Maka stood, gathering her things in her black Skullcandy bag and fixed her jacket. "Let's go find em!"
"Yay!" Patty exclamied, skipping gaily out of the classroom with Maka close behind.
Lord Death had issued school uniforms to DWMA shortly after Maka's first year. Some of the students' provacative oufits bothered him greatly, so he sold a standard uniform for girls and boys: A black skirt with thin white lines on the hem, a black or white blouse, knee high black socks with white stripes trailing down it, a Skull necktie with DWMA scrawled in golden letters on the bottom right corner (left corner for the boys), and a black overcoat with shiny white buttons. Maka wore this proudly, since it was she who brought up the idea of uniforms. (Only because she was jealous of Soul looking up all the skirts of the other girls)
The boys, however, wore either black shorts or black jeans, any kind of shoes (as did the girls) white shirts or t-shirts, a black overcoat, and the Skull tie with DWMA written on the bottom left corner. No body had a problem with it really. Uniforms made DWMA actually look a lot cooler then before.
Maka and Patty walked down the corridors of the school, saying a friendly hello to whoever they passed. Maka was the most popular. She checked her watch. School was almost over. Maybe she could make it to Death's Room and cancel her assignment before she went home-
"Maka!" That voice! She turned, happily, to see Soul, Kid, and Liz walking toward them at a quick pace. He grinned at her.
The two girls went up to them, embracing their fellow friends and weapons and meisters. Soul let his hands slide a little lower then nesscary when he hugged Maka, who in turn nuzzled his neck just a little. When they parted, his red eyes glowed more brightly then before. Yes, Maka Albarn and Soul Evans were finally going out, much to every students' growing frustration with the two.
"Hey, you," Maka whispered, her jade eyes dropping to a half-lid. Soul poked her nose with his thumb. "'You' has got a name," he replied jokingly. She chopped him on the head softly, before turning to the others. "So I hear Black Star's birthday's tonight...I completely forgot bout it."
Kid rolled his eyes. "I don't even want to go. But since Patty is his doting girlfriend," he thumbed in Patty's direction," She has forced me to come along." Liz whacked on the back of the head and he moaned in pain. "Ah, shut up, you. You want to go because-"
"Shut up!" he hissed at his weapon, his golden eyes narrowing to dangerously small slits. Liz covered her mouth, grinning suspiciously. "Heh, oops." For a split second, her gaze met Maka's, who merely cocked her head.
"So, uh, what are we doin' tonight?" Maka asked, leaning lazily against the wall. Liz spoke up. "Patty said Tsubaki's gonna bring out the sake and some other high-quality drinks. Then we're gonna hit this club downtown later on, then come back to Tsubaki's, then just chill. We'll have cake and stuff before we go down to the club."
"But we're all underage," Maka replied, her lips turning into a full pout. Soul scoffed. "And? Who gives a shit? That just makes us even more cool." He smirked at his girlfriend, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Maka glanced worriedly at him. What if we get caught at the club? What if someone from school sees us... Oooh, Lord Death would be on our asses! Liz dug into her pocket and pulled out her cell, flicking the green button.
"Hello? Oh hey, BS," she walked away, leaving the group to talk to Black Star, or BS she had nicknamed him.
Kid pulled out a small Death mirror and adjusted his tie accordingly, looking at himself through all directions. Maka giggled. He turned to her. "Something funny, Maka? Ain't my fault that these ties are outrageously un-symmetrical!" He went back to examining his tie. Maka laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Soul. I have to go to Lord Death's and ask him to clear up our assignment since we're gonna hang out with these guys tonight. I'll be right-"
"Done that already."
"You have? Thank you!" Maka hugged her boyfriend tightly, in which she heard a low murmur of content escape his lips before she let go and walked away from them, her stomach filled with butterflies of the upcoming night.
"Mmm...Oh, baby..." He ran his hands roughly through the woman's luxriously long, black hair. He pulled not too roughly on her black locks, wrining yet another moan from her. The bed sheets crumpled around them, making soft noises. The woman lay on top of him, smiling at him with ruby-red lips in the darkness. Strong hands roamed her body, exploring curves, the roundness of her breasts, and tasting her lips with his own.
Black manicured nails tangled in his own dark hair, save for the white stripes he had dyed across the whole half of his head. His bangs stuck to his forehead in sweaty mats, covering his third eye on the tip of his forehead. All the women he had slept with new of his famed third eye, and feared it. Yet they found this man so attractive. His cunning words that ran like smooth wine, his black hair that was always tied back, the suits he wore to the clubs.
Asura Johnson, a man of mystery.
Abruptly, he got up, pushing the woman off him. She gave a cry of distress, curising him loudly. He started to pull his clothes back on in the darkness of the hotel room. With a snap, the lights came back on. The woman, named Archane Pinoa, was sprawled on the ground, the spot between her legs completely exposed to him. He licked his lips. "You look good in the light, missy. Why do you spend so much time in the dark, hn?" Archane turned a violent shade of magenta. She began to pick up her clothes, pulling the lacy black thong on and pulling the dress over her head.
"Is that how you always stop sex? Push a woman off? You know you could be a little bit nicer and do it just a bit more respectfully!" she cried angrily, shoving her heels and jacket on. Asura chuckled, sounding like the tunes from a trumpet. "No, not all the time," he leaned in to whisper in her ear," Just you, sweets." He stood, striding to the mirror to examine himself. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes, which were still getting used to the dim light, and checked his eyes. In the corner, he saw Archane staring intently at him with bulging Indigo-colored eyes.
"See something you like, sweets? Don't worry, it don't bite," Asura said, pulling his hair back. He walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his shirt and hat, pulled both on, retrieved his keys and wallet, then said his good-byes to the woman before shutting the door on her. She didn't even get his last name nor his number, much to her disapointment. Asura had done his job, he had given pleasure to the woman seeking it.
Asura walked down the hall of the Hilton Hotel, one of the fancy hotels in Death city. He checked his phone. 5:30. Hm, the Carson will be opening soon enough. He flipped his bangs out of the way and grinned. "I'm ready to rumble..."
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After about an hour of cake and pizza from Reaper Pizza Shack, the gang hit the town, a maliciously smiling moon hanging high above, dripping blood that never fell. Maka felt high and her tounge felt heavy from the joint they had shared back at Tsubaki's. She had never known that her friend smoked, netherless did joints. The ladies walked together, giggling and talking about the club, Carson, while the boys hung in front, talking in low whispers for the girls to not hear.
"I hear the Carson is a high-quality club, Tsubaki! How you gonna get us in?" Liz asked, placing her thumbs on the rings of her skin-tight jeans. The kunochi smiled softly, flipping her jet-black hair behind her back. "My cousin is the bouncer. He always lets me in, on account I buy him Yu-Gi-Oh cards every month." They laughed some more while Tsubaki pulled out a a carton of cigarettes.
"Tsubaki?" Maka asked.
"Hm?"
"Uh...what...what will we be doing at the club?" Maka said tentaivley, trying super-hard to not seem like a retard in front of her friends. But Tsubaki smiled gently at her. "Dancing, drinking, and listening to some Lil Wayne!" Liz and Patty cheered, their rib-high shirts rising even higher. Maka joined in. Liz had done her hair tonight, letting her hair fall into bobbing ringlets. Since Maka's hair was longer, it made curling her hair a bit easier and made her look more attractive.
Death City at night was different. Cats roamed freely, be it in their human forms or their slinky-feline forms. Hustlers grew in numbers as they walked deeper and deeper into a different side of town Maka had never ventured to. She caught sight of leering shadows dressed in shabby suits, smoking cigars in dark corners, then falling away into the darkness of the alleyways. The group stuck close together.
Now, they could hear music and feel the bass from over-sized speakers rumbling underneath the ground. Maka shook with anticiaption, her knees shaking. Soul came to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, cradling her close to his body. She took a deep breath, catching the scent of Soul's cologne. Since when did he start wearing cologne? Probably since forever, Maka. Are you that stupid?Maka grinned sheepishly and blushed. Soul whispered softly in her ear. "You look so sexy in that top. You should wear tank tops more often …."
"I do...to bed," she giggled, kissing the side of his face. Maka felt her eyes wander down, checking herself out, trying to imagine Soul's eyes scanning over her. She had borrowed a pair of Patty's skinny jeans, which were dark black and skin-tight. She wore a loose white tank top with a black one underneath. Red hoops hung from her ears as well as black stubs right above it. Her cat-green eyes glowed in the ever-growing dark, illumanted even more by street lamps. She wore high heeled boots, almost matching Soul's height.
"Here we are!" Tsubaki exclamied to the group. Black Star "ya-hooed!" almost as loud as the rumbling bass below their feet, running up to meet the bouncer and brag about their importance. But Tsubaki caught him by the collar, pulling him back swiftly. "Calm down, Black Star, don't make a scene."
"Ah, c'mon, Tsbaki! It's my birthday! Let me go loose for a little while," he smirked, pulling himself from his weapon's grip. Tsubaki sighed, yet smiled as well, going up ahead of her meister to go talk with the bouncer, who noticed her immedietly. They began talking in low voices, a couple laughs here and there. Occasionly, the bouncer let people in, then stopped whomever tried to sneak past him while he converesed with his cousin.
Five minutes later, Tsubaki motioned for them to follow her. The bouncer had stepped aside, right into the crowding line of people. He opened a door connected to the ground and music erupted into the night air. The teens scrambled towards the door, piling in after one another, ignoring the others angry cries.
Once inside Carson, everybody froze. They stood, bunched together, on a dark staricase leading underground to the main dance floor. Candles and chandeliers were the only source of light and gradually appeared less and less when the group ventured down.
"We aren't, like, goin into the Devil's Cave are we?" Kid asked, his brow furrowing at the cracked lines in the wall as he touched them. Patty laughed. "No silly! Black Star would kill the Devil anyways if we were really there! Or heck, the Devil would run!" the ninja wrapped an arm around the cowgirl's waist, bringing her into a lip-bruising kiss that no one wanted to see. Maka lightly punched Soul's arm as she noticed the creeping smirk forming on his lips. He looked at her. "What?"
"Mm, nothing." She walked away, swaying her hips to catch her boyfriend's attention. Tsubaki followed, wringing her arm through her friend's as they walked past the red velvet curtains with CARSON engraved in huge golden letters on them, and entered the dance floor.
Music blared loudly on either side of them, making their eardrums vibrate. Maka laughed, but it was drowned out by the bass. The others appeared behind them and marveled at the sight of the floor.
Dim lights hung overhead in different colors, ranging from purple, to green. Cat-Humans with their ears sticking out acted as waitresses in mini-skirts and mini-dresses. There were several platforms, each having a bar and tables where people could merely sit or watch the people dance. At the far wall across from Maka and her group was the DJ, who levitated on a changing-color floor that changed every 4 seconds. Staircases led to higher levels on the platforms, going higher and higher up in the dark of the club.
Soul grabbed her hand and pushed their way into the crowd of dancers, laughing wildly and then coming to a stop somewhere in the middle, where they began to dance. Soul watched his girl closely, his red eyes wandering over the sway and flounce of her hips. Maka's hair bounced with every sway of her hips that rocked side to side, her eyes closed as her hands waved in the air freely. He held her hips tightly, following her seducting rhythm.
Black Star and Patty had started a circle where they faced off against break-dancers. Much to Tsubaki's surprise, Black Star was a beast at the skill. Whenever he did a move, he would search out Tsubaki, wink at her, then do a back flip back on to the edge of the circle, waving his blue head back and forth to the music. Patty would do some acrobatic moves, some splits and crazy head spins. Tsubaki laughed and stamped her feet to the music.
Liz and Kid were somewhere else in the mess, singing along to the random songs. They danced together, hands brushing up against one another. Liz had some "un-resolved feelings" for the boy, but knew his heart longed for the blond meister Maka. Yet Liz still felt she had a chance against the girl, whom she felt jealous towards despite being one of her closest friends at DWMA.
But should tonight matter? Maka and Soul were grinding away on the floor, completely immersed in each other, while Tsubaki, Patty, and Black Star danced elsewhere, why couldn't she have someone to herself?
"Hey, Kid!" the black-head turned up to her. "Yeah!"
"C'mere!" she wrapped her hands around his neck , bringing him closer to her then he had ever been to Liz. Kid's face exploded into pink as they danced, slowly relaxing and letting himself dance close to his partner.
The song changed to a mellow song with some dub-step involved and the bass cranked to max. Soul held Maka in his arms, nuzzling and kissing her neck as he whispered the lyrics to the song in her ear, his words so magical. She had her finger tips placed right underneath his un-tucked t-shirt, where she tickled hot, sweaty skin that stuck to her fingers. God, he was so hot.
"I love you, baby," Soul whispered breathlessly to her. Maka pulled her face far away from his, enough space to give him a heavy kiss on the lips before pulling away and replying," I love you too."
Asura watched the dancing couple from high above, drinking liqour in a gleaming glass made up of the finest materieals. Not that it mattered at the moment. The only person that mattered was the girl dancing close to her partner, the blonde girl with the tight jeans and ringlets.
Man, did he want her! When the song changed up, proving to be fast and exhilarating, he saw how the girl moved her hips oh-so-seductively. He caught a glimpse of her face, catching laughing green eyes the color of jades and a smile that could light the darkest cave.
He just had to have her – and now. Asura grabbed his hat and descended the stairs, finishing off his liquid fire, tossed the glass, and said good-bye to the bartender. "Hey, Johnson! You never dance!" the gruff bartneder shouted after him. Asuraa grinned, waving good-bye.
Asura could already feel the familiar rumbling bass below his feet, something he had not felt in a long, long time. He barely danced, only coming to see who danced, then he met them when they came up for a drink after a tiresome dance on the floor to the new Brittney Spears song or Drake.
He already knew where the girl was, her face and location locked in his mind. She was in the middle of the madness, straight under the blue, now red, lamp. Asura saw her then, dancing and laughing with the man who looked much like her lover, then just a friend by the way she had her hands up his shirt. He grinned to himself and made his move.
At first, he kept a distance. Keeping a watchful eye on her with his cyclops eye, which no body noticed. He danced smoothly, snapping his fingers and his feet flying as he did some eye-catching moves. Soon, a circle gathered around him as he began to erupt some sick moves, impressing the crowd as they cheered his name: "Asura! Asura! Asura!" He was a regular in the old times, and his old lady friends even cheered him on.
Soon, the girl joined in the crowd, followed by the white haired, red-eye boy who held her hand. Asura glared for a split second, then fliped high into the air and landed perfectly in front of his blond beauty, who jumped back, thus lettting go of her boyfriend's hand. He smiled at her, then gracefully took her hand and led her to the center of the circle.
"Hey! Maka-" Asura switched their positions, putting her back to the boy. He wrapped his hands around her waist and began to gently urge her to dance again. Her green eyes were wide with fear and confusion. "Wh-who are you?"
"My name's Asura Johnson. And you are?" he grinned, pushing his bangs out of the way and fixing his fedora. The girl blushed wildly and stuttered her name. He leaned in, putting his ear right next to her mouth. He held her there with a cool hand against the small of her back and his other grasping her tiny hand. "Say that again, a little louder, please."
"Maka...Albarn."
Asura pushed back her hair.
"Maka Albarn...pleased to meet you," he whispered in her ear, lips grazing her lobe.