SOUL EATER - SoMa Fanfiction - Tears of Ruby And Emerald

Chapter I: Irony

A few years had passed since the defeat of the Kishin Ashura and the blackening of the grinning moon. Many things have changed during these peaceful years.

The grinning moon gained a new shape: it was white and round with small craters governing its pale tone embedded in a white pinkish glow. Death the Kid, now being the new Lord of Death had sent an expedition in which he and his friends from the DMWA participated to go to the newly-shaped celestial body. Remnants of Crona's soul were found pulsing through the moon, but retrieving it had become impossible. Everyone, especially Maka, his closest friend, cried his death. But gazing at the moon would be the greatest memorial to his memory.

Witches, weapons and humans alike had been able to live side by side in harmony thanks to the jointed efforts the young Lord Death and the grand witch Mabaa. Morever, in the DMWA, a special Witch-Meister-Weapon division have been created to face dangerous threat as powerful kishins.
Love also bloomed more than occasionally in Death City. Black*Star and Tsubaki became a couple. Surprise to everyone, the blue-haired ninja was the most romantic man on Earth from the tale told by his girlfriend. So romantic that he actually went to the moon and made his proposal to her, saying that he had to do things in a godly way. Needless to say, Black*Star had truly acquire a divine strength, but also a love to cherish forever. Encouraged by her friends, Liz finally had the energy to confess her hidden love for Kid, an emotion that grew within her since the day she realized he was a man like no other; the day she and her sister became his weapons. Kid returned the feelings and gave her not only the most beautiful sapphire ring as an engagement token, but two as his OCD related to symmetry instructed him to. Needless to say, their weeding was something of the talk of the town for several weeks.

Though the albino-haired scythe and the sandy-haired meister were still not married, it had been more than three years since Soul's confession. He had wanted to tell Maka of his feelings but was afraid of her ill-based thought about men's cheating behaviors nourished by her father's actions towards her mother. But during a night out on a date, Soul had swiftly kissed her on the highest hill blessed by the moonlit and Maka had returned the kiss to him, telling him he was the only one he could give her heart to.

***

"Soul! You bastard!" Maka shouted on Soul's phone. "How dare you leave me here in the house doing all the work? That's the 7th time!"

They had bought a house of their own a few months ago. It was colored with bronze bricks with a white façade that was decorated with the main entrance and the front windows.

Soul was repelled by her shouting voice on his phone, while the rest of the gang laughed at this situation. Black*Star, Liz and Patty were holding up their breaths, but ended up bursting it out in a loud and heavy laughter. Kid and Tsubaki shook their heads in disbelief as they were used to Soul's sneaking out of his house to escape the grand cleaning duty. Black*Star had invited Soul for a hangout with the guys at DeathBuck's Café, but sneaked him out of Maka's radar. He may have been a loud ninja, but when he was serious, his skills were not questionable.

"Come on, Maka…" Soul said still holding the phone at a short distance from his ear. "I'll be back in a few. It won't be that long—"

"All the times you said that, you ended up coming on the evening! You told me you'd stay put this time! And I know it was Black*Star's idea since I can hear him laughing like a horse behind you."

Soul winced as he sucked air while watching his best friend. He shook his hand to him in a gesture that meant he would be in extreme danger the next time Maka would see him. "Well… tell you what… when I come back, how about I do all of the cleaning? And better yet…" His tone changed from apologetic to determination. His hand held a small box in his pocket.

"A surprise?" Maka's anger seemed to have gone. "What is it?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, right?" Soul told her.

She growled. "Oh, whatever! You know what, when you get back here, you do the cleaning! I'm going to the ChapaCubra and have a good time with Blair and get drunk as I want to."

"Oh, that's good." Soul chuckled. "It's always fun when you have sex with me when you're drunk. You have no idea how much of an animal you are."

"WHATEVER!" Maka screams and slammed shut the line. There was a silent among their friends as their looks drilled towards Soul. This one looked at his phone comically as if a thousand Maka-chops were being hurled at his way.

"Yeah," Soul finally said. "I'm probably dead."

Black*Star resumed his loud laugh cradling Tsubaki with his arm around her shoulder. "Oh yeah, that you are!"

"So are you. Next time she sees you she told me."

"Heh?!"

"You two are incredible…" Death the Kid added. "Especially you, Soul. How could you give up on Maka on cleaning up the house? Do you know how much asymmetry it will be?

"Right…" Soul replied with boredom. "Don't worry about it, Kid. Besides…" He fetched a small box from his pocket. It was of a soft velvet color. "I do have a surprise for her."

Soul looked at the small box in the most genuine smile he had shown on his lips. It was as if the future poured out on his eyes and they reflected one person in particular: Maka. The other watched him with surprise mixed with wonder and happiness plastered on their faces.

"Soul, are you…?" Tsubaki started.

Soul nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to ask her to marry me." On that short phrase, the small group cheered for him. Liz already started crying while Patty squeezed Maka's future fiancée as if he was made like a plush doll. Black*Star smacked his hand, so did Kid wishing him and Maka a long and symmetrical life. Typical from him, Soul thought, but coming from the young Death Lord, it meant gold. The ninja shouted the news to everyone in the DeathBucks Café. As always, he wanted to make things big. But cheerfully, the atmosphere filled itself with hands clapping hard for Soul. It was uncool for him to blush as such, he thought but he appreciated the attention. He only wished Maka was there right now, but he'd rectify that when he'd propose to her tonight.

***

"Stupid…" Maka was slurring on her words at the ChupaCabra. She already had more than a few drinks rolling in her system. Indeed, she was mad at Soul. "S-stupid… Sexy, hot, attractive, boyfriend of mine that I'll fu…" She couldn't finish the word as her head slipped on the counter.

Blair chuckled at her scene. "Are you that mad at him?"

"Yeah!" Her head rose back up. Her voice was even louder. "It's always like that! I ask him to clean up, he starts cleaning and then slips when my back his turn! What a child!" Maka swiftly chucked down another drink: her 9th one.

"Don't worry about it, Maka." Blair went on the other side to comfort her a little. Maka didn't hesitate to plunge her head against her voluptuous chest. "It will be all right. It's always like that: you'll go home and you two will have great sex together."

"No! Not this time!" Her head wiggled a little bit to make herself comfortable. "That will be his punishment: no sex for a month."

"You said that the last 7 times."

"S-so?" She slurred watching Blair in her eyes.

"You kept me awake all night with some pretty audible loud rough sex."

She smiled, and more blood rushed to her face relishing on those sexual souvenirs. "Oh, yeeeah…"

"See?"

"No! Not this time! I'm affirmative about it!" She regained her composure just to slump on the counter again. Blair walked back to the counter seeing a new costumer coming in. She shook her head but dropped her smile on Maka before displaying it to the new customer.

"Hi, what can I get you, honey?" Her charming voice was rich and elegant.

"I'd like to have a rhum and coke, please." His voice had elegance into it, but ringed some familiarity within Maka's mind. Or she was just losing her mind as she thought. "Maka, is that you?"

Maka turned her head in a most ungraceful way only for her eyes to widen at the side of the man standing next to her. He had sparking blue eyes as if the sky was in them and pale golden hair that were long and straight, tied in a ponytail. The man had a lean and built physique a bit similar like Soul. Though it was missing her boyfriend's sex-appeal, he was still handsome to her eyes. He wore a brown hat, a leather jacket and dusty blue jeans; it was as if the young man had gone through an adventure throughout the world. But to Maka's eyes, it was the man who used to have feelings for him and even once confessed his love to her.

"Wait…" Maka slurred. "Hiro? Is that you?"

***

After having more drinks than usual, needless to say Maka was unable to go home on her own. Hiro guided her to her house by the request of Blair, her being unable to leave work.

Entering the house, Hiro had realized it was one dreaded mess. Maka, as if it was on an uncanny reflex, started swearing about Soul skipping the cleanup. Luckily for her, Hiro proposed to clean up in both of their stead. Maka was too intoxicated to do anything. Sure, it wasn't the first time, but Hiro didn't want her to get injured. The ash-blond haired meister gladly accepted his help. Perhaps too gladly as she kissed him on an area that was too close to his lips. But he didn't mind. Some remnants of feelings he used to have for her were still present. Hell, he felt they were stirring up again within his heart.

The cleanup was accomplished. Maka's head was a bit clearer than an hour ago, but the alcohol's effect were still running wild within her blood. They sat on the couch and started reminiscing the good old days. The blonde gentleman explained how he traveled the world after graduating from DMWA and how he helped people around the world. Maka was actually impressed; he didn't recognize the same Hiro who used to be lacking of courage and strength. Now, he was a certified adventurer.

The more he talked, the more something inside Maka pulled him towards him. Love? No, her heart belonged to Soul, she knew it too damn well. Yet, it was something else. Lust? Desire? Perhaps it could be defined with those words. Unknown to her own conscience who kept screaming, "What the fuck are you doing?" She laced her arm around Hiro's neck in a most intimate gesture.

"Say, Hiro…" Her voice was toxic with sensuality. "Any… Ms. Hiro in your life?"

Hiro gestured nervously. "N-No… I had a few relationships, but nothing serious. But I'm glad you and Soul are still together! You two are meant to be—"

"Shhhh…" She laid a finger on his lips as she slid herself to sit on his lap. "Yeah… but he's not here right now. He skipped me, remember?"

"Y-Yeah…" Hiro stuttered. "Look, I think we shouldn't be doing this…"

"Doing what?" Maka looked at him with seductiveness. "I haven't even started anything yet. And besides…" Her arms snaked around his neck. "Dare tell me you don't have anything left in your heart for me."

"I…" Maka had hit a bull's eye. She knew Hiro still had feelings for her. He may have evolved, but he was still a bit shy and naïve, just like in the old days. Yet his heart knew he couldn't proceed with that. But he was failing to resting Maka's drunken charm and her breath of sweet cinnamon rhum was pulling him over the edge. His hands unconsciously slid under Maka's skirt to firmly grab her round and firm butt. Maka couldn't help moan a little bit the skin contact of his warm hands.

The two faces leaned towards each other, eyes hooded with lust, a desire nourished by anything but real love, not the kind Soul and Maka shared together. Only sexual cravings; one rooted by unrequited love from the old days, the other, fired up by anger towards her true loved one.

"What about Soul…?" Hiro whispered, hesitating lightly.

"I don't see him around, do you?" There was a hint of anger in her voice. Anger aimed at her boyfriend. "Besides… you helped me clean the house like a man should do. And I haven't thanked you for it."

***

"Maka?" Soul shouted her name as entered his home. He was still smiling as he held the engagement ring he bought for her. His heart was burning with anticipation.

He called Maka again. No response echoed. Yet, something was strange. He noticed the house was cleaned up. He knew Maka; he knew he would have had to make the cleanup all by himself. That's how she would have punished him (with a Maka-chop that would have preceded first.) Yet he was hearing something: a squeaking metallic noise, like someone was bouncing up and down on a bed. Soul raised an eyebrow to it and decided to follow the noise, but he lost in balance when he stumbled on a pair of shoes. They were of a dark brownish tone, a bit dusty, but most of all, not his. Suddenly, Maka's voice echoed through the house. Her voice sounded pleased and filled with sexual satisfaction. Soul's eyes widened. His heart became cracked over a second and tears started to shape.

He rose to the stairs as he repeated in his mind that it must have been Blair. But despite the cat lady's usual seductive allure, he knew that Blair was waiting for the right guy to come, as surprising as it was. Soul's heart was beating fast and his tears were on the edge of flowing on his cheeks. He knew Maka, more than anybody else. He knew she wouldn't cheat on him, he knew how she despised cheating, he knew she wouldn't never do something like that, considering her past with her father's disloyal behavior towards her mother. He kept slamming these words in his mind. "It must be bad joke, or a mistake, or…"

But as he slowly and silently slid the door of their room open, his existence itself was shattered to billions of falling pieces, like the Earth had exploded. After all that talk she made about men's unfaithful actions towards women, she was the least expected person to actually do that kind of disgusting action. The room was dark, but a faint candle light showed cruelly more than enough to his ruby eyes witnessing his partner, best friend, first love, his everything that made life worth living, being utterly ravaged sexually by an old DMWA friend, Hiro. And the worst part? Maka's face showed ravishing satisfaction to it. Soul was powerless and paralyzed as he could only stand and stare in horror of how his girlfriend was smashing his heart to dust with every moan she sang with Hiro thrusting himself inside her continuously.

***

The peak of sexual bliss was reached. But so came instantly the realization of her actions in the darkness of her room. The same room she shares with her boyfriend. Both hands covered her mouth as she stared at herself and Hiro. This one looked at her and he, too, shared the same expression: shock, fear, guilt in their newfound realization.

"Oh, man…" Hiro said with utter disappointment.

"Oh my God…" Tears ran on her cheeks. "What have I done?"

The light switched turned on. Maka and Hiro lost all colors of life from their unclothed bodies when staring at the doorway and the person lurking under it. Maka trembled like a leaf in the winter staring at her boyfriend she had just backstabbed in the most shameful way possible.

"Soul, I…" More tears thickened the rivers on her cheeks as she saw him with tears from his ruby eyes, his lifeless face and his hand holding a small velvet box that was opened and containing the most beautiful ruby ring she had ever seen. She knew too damn well of the signification of such object. He wanted her to be at his side forever. But as the ring fell on the wooden floor, she knew she messed her chances. Beyond repair.

"You…" Soul's voice was cracked, broken and beyond any recognition. He wasn't the coolest man in Death City, neither the coolest and last death scythe weapon in the world, but a man who had his heart turned to nothingness by the one he least expected. "You just killed me…"

To be continued.