New fic (finally!)
[[ 'You just dropped what you were doing in a crowded subway and shouted "STOP, WAIT A MINUTE" and I'm the only one who shouted "FILL MY CUP, PUT SOME LIQUOR IN IT" in return' au ]] requested by makapedia & metaphorically-drunk (from tumblr)
kudos to Bruno Mars & Mark Ronson for their timeless classic also known as uptown funk
The first time Soul laid eyes on her was at the subway.
From a few feet away, Soul could tell she was absolutely stunning. Judging from all the objects she steadily balanced on her lap, she seemed to be an amateur photographer, or at least a student learning photography as a college major.
Her green eyes scanned the premises. He wished she wouldn't notice the fact that he had been staring her down for more than necessary. Realizing his neck getting stiff, he turned away from her, only for a moment, just to turn back towards her.
She adjusted her camera lens and fiddled with her camera strap. Man, what a busy day, Soul thought to himself. He wondered if he'd ever get to his office in this mess.
Sometimes, he wondered if she were pointing her camera to his face, but he didn't look too much into it and merely shrugged it off.
A few days passed. Soul kept seeing the same blonde girl riding the same train as he. He wondered why she kept insisting on taking that trip instead of taking the bus or any other mode of transportation. Some part of him wished she were at least a tad bit interested in him as much as he was interested in her. But it was impossible.
Soul walked over to a bench facing the subway train he usually took every morning; he didn't need to be there since he had no work then, yet he wanted to at least see the mysterious blonde. His little crush on her reminded him of his high school days, when he was more immature than he was at that moment.
Okay, maybe he was being a tad immature at that moment as well.
He shrugged his thoughts off as he placed his earphones on and pressed a button on his phone. Soul tapped his foot to the beat; ah, what a timeless classic.
At the same time, the blonde photographer raced towards the subway train at breakneck speed. No, no, this is the first time I'm going to be late to work! She thought to herself, struggling to catch her breath. The silver-haired man noticed none of this as his hands held imaginary drumsticks and started beating on imaginary drums.
"Stop!" the blonde yelled, catching her breath, pushing away several bystanders in the process. "Wait a minute!" She ran towards the train, begging it to stop, to no avail. She even had to drop her bag whilst running after the runaway vehicle.
"Fill my cup, put some liquor in it!" she heard a man behind her sing. "Take a sip, sign a check! Julio! Get the stretch…" he trailed off, noticing a pair of familiar green eyes stare at him, dumbfounded.
He immediately paused awkwardly, his hands still balled into fists which held invisible drumsticks. Sweat formed on the side of his forehead. How was he going to get out of this? He realized the people surrounding him looked at him, some raising their brows.
Fortunately for him, laughter erupted from the beautiful lips of the blonde stranger. She walked over to him in slow motion (or what at least seemed like it in his head; Soul was becoming delusional, he was sure of it). The girl met him halfway; he stood up suddenly, surprising himself.
"S-sorry," Soul mumbled, untrained lips forged words he never knew he could say, "Sometimes Bruno Mars makes me belt out stupid lyrics sometimes."
The blonde waved her hands. "No, no, your singing was pretty alright, for someone as crazy as you." She smiled. He felt his cheeks flush.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait, you look familiar. Have we met before?"
"Subway train!" Soul blurted out. That wasn't cool, he thought as he cleared his throat. "I mean, I see you there sometimes. Guess it's a small world after all."
"Now isn't that something," she said, and then she clapped her hands, taking him by surprise. "Oh, how rude of me! I'm Maka."
She extended her arm towards him, in need of a handshake. "Your name?"
The first time Soul met her was at the subway. Maka was a spectacle of beauty; he wondered if she were a goddess that fell from the sky. One day, he would ask for her to take his picture, but right now, he deemed himself lucky enough.
Their first actual meeting wasn't at all how he expected it to be, but he knew he wouldn't want it any other way.
He took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "Soul."
Sorry if this is super boring and short orz
Should I or should I not make a continuation to this? *shrugs*
-SoMaKid.
