Conflictions

Prologue: Memories

Genre: Drama/Romance/Slight Humour

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater nor its characters.

Summary: For years he loved to prank her, to tease her, to ruin her. But over two years, this changed. She's confused. She misses his dickhead ways. Looking back, she tries to understand why.

--Memories--

I was four when I first met him.

I was a little dirty blonde haired four year old drawing on the dirt with a stick. My red dress and white undersleeve had dirt splattered all over but I didn't care. Mama was at work and I didn't know what papa was doing. Now that I'm older I realise he was most likely messing around at the Chupa Capra's clubs.

He was-- is my neighbour. Soul Eater Evans lived in the biggest house in the city-- which just happened to be next to mine. Our house looked like a dirty shed next to the large perfect several story house.

Mama had just come home, found me in the backyard and cleaned me up. She made me change into a frilly pink and orange floral dress, the one that i hated the most. I prefered to look like the walking carpet-- no. I did look like a walking carpet.

A miniture one.

Soul Eater Evans seemed like the shy little rich boy from next door. His mother introduced herself and him to mama and I, explaining to mama that he was a shy little boy when it came to making friends and he really needed some. Born with strange white hair, red eyes and sharp teeth that warded the other children away, his mother also explained. He really looked like the most innocent little thing. That's what mama said but papa always kept his eye on him. He wore simple yet expensive looking clothes. Standing there, twisting his foot around in the dirt and looking up at mama with the most adorable look. My thought then, I'll be your friend! But I was always slightly jealous at all the attention mama gave him starting from then and sometimes even now.

While mama and Soul's mother talked in the kitchen with steaming cups of coffee, Soul and I were outside sitting on the porch in the backyard.

I looked at him, unsure at the time what to say and what to do.

"I'm Maka." I held my tiny slightly dirty hand out to him. Maybe that's why he rejected it. Because I hadn't washed all the dirt off yet.

He stared at it. As though it was the most disgusting thing in the world he'd ever seen. He reached out to shake my hand. I smiled. He quickly moved his hand away and ran it through his hair.

"Got you!" Young and naive thinking, just a little fun of couse.

I laughed with him and swung my legs on the edge of the porch.

That was the very start of everything. His mother, Hana and my mama, Kami had become the best of friends so Hana, Soul and very occasionally Wes, Soul's older bother would come too.

Wes was the opposite of Soul. He was a talented violinist, so much more mature and he was really nice to me. He was four years older than us and had gone to a private elementary school so I rarely saw him. Ten years old and onwards Wes was the crush that I'd always be coming back to.

Age four to seven consisted of Soul pulling my pigtails, calling me names and all those childish things kids did to each other for no real reason.

Eight and things changed a little. I was so upset that day and Soul was doing his daily routine of pissing me off. I was fed up. I stood up for myself for once. Yelling at him, freaking out and kicking his ass. I have it marked on the calender because that's how much I hate him. May 31st, the day Soul's butt was kicked by none other than me. :)

Ages nine to eleven, suddenly touching the opposite sex was the most disgusting thing in the world. Now we all learned of 'cooties' and 'no returns no givings'. Groups of girls ran around wiping their hands on each others back and yelling 'no returns no givings' then that girl would do the same to another. It was the new and more childish game of tag. Even when kicking one's butt we must not touch one. In which to defend myself when Soul stuck out a chair to try to trip me over, (which I ended up stumbling), I grabbed a large dictionary and planted it right between his eyes.

Twelve. Some of the most horrible and embarrassing moments were at this age.

One word.

Pranking.

He discovered one of the oldest and more known prank; the bucket full of water on the edge of a slightly open door with a rope tied to the handle of the bucket, over the steel bars that held the roof together and then he'd be holding the end of the rope so he could decide who to drop the bucket of water on. Of course it was me. We were known as the greatest enemies and Soul never had any major problems with the other kids. So I was completely soaked. Our uniform was blue, yellow and white. The shirt I wore that day just happened to be white. I'll leave it at that.

There was also the moving the fan next to you when you're standing and up goes your skirt. I was glad that I wore plain underwear. But it was still embarrassing. I got him back though. Let's just say we'll always remember those boxers with the little red racecars printed all over.

Thirteen. The start of high school, meeting new people but also stuck with the same. Pranking still went on but now they suspended us for it. They suspended us for the littlest things. I, myself never got suspended but Soul, he was suspended three times that year. After the three suspensions he learned to be sneakier and get me with the smaller pranks instead. I can't count how many bruises I got from him sticking his foot out when he was either walking behind me or when he was sitting down.

Fourteen. My year of insecurity. I noticed the smaller things about myself and others. I even know what it's like to be desperate, but not to the point of actually dating anyone. I'd freak out when hearing about Wes coming, I attempted make-up and didn't even need Soul to make a total dickhead of me since I did it great myself. That year for me was definitely the most horrible. Soul went easy on me since I was acting like a total fangirl and like a total fangirl I made myself look like a total idiot.

Fifteen. I got over my insecurity issues and stopped caring about what others thought. I had lots of fun with my group of friends- Chrona, Death the Kid, Tsubaki and Liz.

The real story starts two years ago, a couple of weeks before my sixteenth birthday. Wes had considerately come back for the party while I was head over heels just thinking about him and Soul was resenting it. For some reason Soul had something against his brother similar to how he had something against me.

I don't know why he all of a sudden had a grudge against me. Just because my hand was the tiniest bit dirty when we first met as four year olds. He teased me, pushed me over, tripped me over and made a total ass of me. And because I responded, stood up for myself he hated me all the more. I never understood why.

And I still don't.

--Memories--

Just so everyone knows the school system where I am is: elementary - kindergarden to grade 6, high school - grade 7 to 10, college - 11 to 12 and then uni.

I decided to try something different with this story. The chapters will be different from this one 'coz this one was just the prologue. The first chapter comes out a few days after the prologue so read the next chapter then decide if you're interested or not. Criticism and suggestions are wanted but please don't be too harsh.

Thank you.

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