"Evans…"
"Albarn…"
The two men stared at each other, burgundy meeting blue. They had been reciting the other's name for quite a while now as if it was the only word they knew. But every time it happened, the noised bounced off the ballroom walls.
"Dear, that's enough!" Mrs. Evans scoffed, her arms moving in between the two grownups.
They continued to do this as two other people watched. One of them was sitting at a table in a beautiful mint and white dress, the other one leaning against the closest wall in a black suit with a burgundy shirt.
"Oh my God..." the one in the dress groaned. "They've been at it for hours!" Okay, maybe she was exaggerating a little. She huffed and ran a hand through her ash blonde hair.
"Maka calm down. You're acting so uncool." The other smirked, showing off his shark like teeth. He had just met this girl, though the girl knew him fairly well, and could tell that she was not his type. For one thing she took everything too seriously. Just not the one who could handle a joke, he could say. Her hair was ok at the moment though since it was down.
'Oh no, what is she doing? No, no, no….' his thoughts raced madly. Was she really putting her hair up in ponytails? "You…. Look like a kid." He didn't know if he should be laughing or embarrassed. So he did both.
A flash of navy headed past his eyes and to the top of his head. Next thing he knew he was crouching down with his head covered by his arms, a dictionary lying by him. He was pretty sure before this happened he had heard only two words.
"What the hell!" He screamed, which got some attention.
"Soul, use proper language!" His mother hissed through her teeth.
"You don't own me anymore! I'm not your doll!" Is what Soul would have said. That is if he actually wanted to say a word to his mother. Maka's dad, apparently named Spirit or Death Scythe, hid his grin behind his red hair. Spirit took the opportunity to direct the attention back to him and Mr. Evans.
"Control your son. Sounds like he's getting out of hand and he might be a bad influence on my daughter." His eyes shifted over to Soul who was now rubbing his head, letting his blood red eyes glare at Maka.
"Talk one more time. I dare you." Mr. Evans clenched his hands together. Usually he wouldn't care if anyone talked about his ex-son. He hated the boy after he decided to leave the family and quit playing the piano. But he was getting tired of this red headed walking sex machine. Now Soul was only here because the Evans family couldn't risk people thinking that they kicked him out and their name printed in every magazine. They bribed him with all they could think of until he finally agreed to come and Mr. Evans didn't want things to go wrong now.
"You're a," Spirit said the last word slowly. "Imbecile." That was it. The rich grey haired man sent fists flying. All of them were blocked by black and grey blades. "Oh shame, you must have forgotten who I am Evans. " And then sirens were heard and cops rushed in. Soon both men were in handcuffs. Lord Death would not be pleased.
"Papa?" Maka watched as he was being led out to the police car. Great, just fantastic. How was she suppose to get home now? She was only 15 and she didn't want to risk taking her father's car. She grabbed her purse with a frown and headed to the door after things cleared out. 'Why did I even come to this thing…' she wondered as she pushed past people.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Maka didn't turn around, assuming that the voice's owner was talking to someone else. "I was talking to you!" a strong hand grasped her arm and made her turn to face the owner. Was that Soul Eater? What was he doing speaking to her? Sure he spoke to her earlier but she thought that was just because she was the only person in his grade to speak to. Now she was really surprised that the popular Soul Evans was talking to her for no apparent reason. She recalled on her hate for him and frowned as flashbacks began in her mind;
"GET OUTTA MY WAY!" A blue haired boy yelled. He pushed a trembling girl into a slide. She yelped and backed away. Some kids stopped their games to watch.
"I-I don't know how to deal with this abuse again!" she stumbled over her words. Someone tugged on her short pink hair. "S-stop it!" her eyes were shut tight as her head was tipped back.
"I GUESS YOU REALLY CAN'T DEAL WITH A GOD LIKE ME! LOOKS LIKE YOU'LL NEVER REACH MY GODLINESS!"
"What?" A girl with forest green eyes and perfect pigtails stood in front of the shaking girl. "Your godliness? Wow. But I must say I'm impressed by your vocabulary. You're just a kid like everyone else on this playground. And a very dumb one at that." She glared at him and his unusual red eyed friend who pulled the other girl's hair.
The friend grunted and shoved her aside. Then another kid showed up with two girls flanking him. They were the Thompson sisters, Liz and Patty. No one knew why they followed that…Kid. "Hey, get lost err… Whatever your name is! Just go, your dress is giving me a headache. It needs to be symmetrical…" He mumbled as he examined the uneven buttons on Maka's dress.
"Forget that, her mouth gives me a headache!" Black*Star punched his fist into his hand. As if his six year old fist could hurt her. Maka sighed and shook her head, only responding to Kid, and grabbed the boy's hair to pull him closer to her. Liz and Patty just watched.
"Maka Chop!" she squeaked. A small child's book crashed down on his head. Maka is totally doing that more. "Anyone else wants some?" she smiled. When no one answered Maka took her "friend's" hands and started to walk away. But the other friend of Black*Star's stuck his foot out. Maka's face hit the wood chips and everyone else laughed, besides Crona. Since that day Maka cared nothing for that boy who turned out to be known as Soul Eater. She would always hear things about him and the rest of his friends from Crona and Tsubaki, her best friends. She would always curse under her breath when he passed by, not even noticing her. Soul was a complete dumba-
"Maka!" Soul said louder. Maka jumped at that, clearly startled.
"What?" She eyed him as if he was a drunk trying to hit on her. Soul looked at her and stayed silent for a second.
"I called your name a million times! I asked where you were going. Your dad's gone and you're….at least ten so you can't drive." Maka was dreading this moment. She noted to never talk to Eater ever again after the night.
"I'm fifteen! It's not hard to tell so quit acting like it is!" She barked at him. If looks could kill, Soul would had been dead ten years ago.
"Oh really now?" He gasped. "By the size of your boobs it looks like you're ten. Maybe even younger! Your pigtails help the 'kid' thing too." Maka looked at him and turned on her heels. There was no way she was staying under the same roof as the person who insulted her and annoyed her to no end.
Soul sighed and put his hands into his pants pockets as he watched Maka stalk out of the building and out down the long stairs. He was being nice! There were tons of worse things he could have said, but since neither Black*Star or Kid was around he decided to not act like a huge dick.
Finally when he snapped back into reality Soul went after the flustered girl. When he found her she was standing at a bus stop arms crossed. "You do know that the bus doesn't stop here anymore right?" he said as he stood beside her.
She groaned and side stepped away. This also caused Soul to do the same. They continued this until Maka stood next to the road. She sighed and gave up. "You know Soul Eater Evans, boob size doesn't matter." The albino twitched.
"One, never call me Evans." He was surprisingly serious. "Two, what's that suppose to mean?" He raised his eyebrows and bounced on his heels. Maka looked at him. Did he really just ask her that?
"It means that just because some people have small boobs, doesn't mean that they can't still be great people. Boob size does not get in the way of their personality." she said quite bluntly.
"And people say I'm like a shark…"
"What? Say that again, I dare you! You…You..!" Soul raised his eyebrows again.
"Come on say it. Let it out."
"You bastard!" Maka exploded. Her hands were glued to her sides and she was standing on her toes, all up in Soul's face.
"Good. Now don't you feel better?" Maka looked away and gave a barely noticeable nod. "Cool. Now answer my question that I asked about….A year ago."
Maka settled with the fact that he wouldn't leave her alone until she answered. "What question?"
The boy sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Where are you going?"
"Idiot, where would I go at this time of night? Home obviously."
"Maka that hurts." He patted his chest. "But how? Walking would probably take forever…You know what? Wait here." He dashed away, heading back to the ballroom; actually it was the lunchroom of the DWMA. Maka sighed and leaned against the stop sign, hoping that she wouldn't get mugged or kidnapped before Soul came back. 'Why am I actually waiting? What is it with that guy? Acting like a douchebag at school and like a normal mannered guy outside of it? It's confusing.' She wondered if he was going to act like she didn't even exist or bully her like his idiotic friends, especially Black*Star, when school started again; which was tomorrow.
The sound of a roaring engine caught Maka's attention. She was greeted was a beautiful orange and black bike. Her mouth hung open a little bit. "So, are you coming or what?" Soul grinned at Maka's reaction. She shook her head.
"It looks…. awesome but I'm terrified of these things! My dress could blow up! I could fall off or something."
"Or something it is then. Come on this is a onetime offer! Maka you know you want to." It was true she did want to. "It would take you forever to get home right?" She wanted to ride Soul Eater's bike and live to tell about it, but then again, she didn't want to ride with him. Albarn took one more look at the amazing beauty and took Soul's offered hand. Maybe she would arrive home faster than she thought.
"Uh… Want a drink?" Maka looked over her shoulder at the teenage boy who was sitting on her small couch. "I got water, sprite, coke, and apple juice." After two minutes of silence Maka walked over to him "Soul?"
"I invited you in because I wanted to repay you for giving me ride not to watch….. What are you watching?" The TV went to credits so she guessed it was a movie. At the top of the screen was the title, A Walk to Remember. "Awe, Soul, how adorable." Soul jerked up.
"What are you talking about?!I-I wasn't crying!" He scoffed.
"I didn't say you were. Now, do you want water, sprite, coke, or apple juice?" He didn't care so Maka just gave him water and herself some coke. She sat down in the love seat and looked at Soul. He stared at the water with disgust "I asked, you didn't answer." She said and took a sip of her drink.
"Hey Maka,"
"Hmm."
"What do you have against me? I tried to be nice today just to see how it would go and you acted like I'm…well, shit."
Maka choked on her coke. Soul was not her friend but yet he was in her house. Ever since the ball they had been talking like they knew each other. Soul's one of the five people she hated, Maka obviously let her guard down, really bad.
"Well uh, remember in kindergarten," she said recalling her flashback earlier. "When you, Black*Star, Kid, Liz, Patty, and even Hiro bullied me? Well me and Crona. You guys made fun of us, hit us, and everything else that came to mind. Crona and I helped each other with it and in third grade Tsubaki joined us. But she wasn't being bullied. Actually people considered her too sweet to get bullied. In sixth grade Soul… Soul you-"
"Tsubaki? I know her! She's dating Black*Star now, right?" Maka twitched. She'd talked about that with Tsubaki later.
"Ok where was I before you rudely interrupted me… Oh yeah, you somehow found out that I liked Hiro. You told the entire grade. You were going around screaming 'Albarn loves Hiro! What a geek!' and man as if I didn't hate your guts enough. I didn't want anything to do with you. Now we're in 10th grade. You ignored me this whole year until spring. And you act all nice and normal now. I'm surprised you know my name."
Soul looked at her. Why should he be shocked? "Nah I didn't do that. That's not me. Besides if I did that then why am I in your home?"
"Not you? Not you! Soul that is you! Every day at school you push past me like I'm a rag doll! In fact I bet when you get back in school you drop your little good boy act and toy with me more. And again, I wanted to repay you for the ride. It feels so weird and wrong sitting here right now!" Maka's eyes were ablaze. Soul sat his drink down and stood up, holding his hands up in surrender.
"What makes you so sure about that?" He looked at her, unsure of what else to say.
Maka sighed and stood up too. "Because Soul, you're a jerk. And you will most likely always be one." She walked to the door and held it open for him. "Goodbye Soul." He walked after her, stopping in front of her. Red eyes met green eyes and then the red was gone, already halfway to his motorcycle. Maka closed the door after Soul put on his helmet and walked back to couch. She was about to sit back down when her doorbell rung. "What now…" she muttered as she opened the door. Soul stood there, reaching one arm back to scratch the back of his helmet.
"I left my keys…"Soul mumbled
"Sure, go get them." Maka said and stood off to the side, watching the albino's every move. He walked back out after he grabbed Maka's wrist, holding it up and giving it a high five. "See you later." He said.
"You're so weird..." Maka frowned as she watched him once again walk down her pathway and hop onto his bike.
"Ah!" Maka stretched and slid out of her bed. She didn't remember falling asleep. Instead of dwelling on it, she shrugged away the thought and headed to her bathroom to wash her face. Now she was fully awake. She quickly whipped up some breakfast and did her daily route. Looking over at her clock, she noted that she had a couple of minutes left before she had to walk to the bus stop. Her phone vibrated on her desk. A new text from Tsubaki was announced by the ringtone.
'Maka, come to the bus stop quickly! It's important, someone wants to see you.'
She was about to ask why but she figured that it was best to trust her friend. Shoving her phone into her book bag, she walked out of the house and of course locked it. When she reached the bus stop she found a crowd of girls. Most of them were never at the stop each morning like Maka and Tsubaki were. "Tsubaki!? You around anywhere?" Tsubaki stepped out of the crowd when her name was called and headed towards her.
"Maka! You won't believe who's here!"
Maka laughed "Okay, it's someone who wanted to see me... Is is my papa? Is he already out?" she asked since only girls stood around. Tsubaki shook her head. "Well then... Is it someone who wants to be my weapon?" Again she shook her head "Fine. Is it the radio station people who I won that magazine from?" Nope.
"Okay I give up." Tsubaki smiled sweetly and took Maka's hand. Weaving through the mass of girls, Maka and Tsubaki finally reached the front. Maka stopped and gaped at the scene. There he was leather jacket and all. "Soul?" he looked at her and put on his crooked grin, making all of the other girls squeal with pleasure. "You brought me here just to see him and his bike?"
Tsubaki opened her mouth and closed it again; knowing that she couldn't think of anything.
"Hey Maka, I said you I'd see you later right?" Soul patted the seat behind him, pushing a girl who tried to get on, away.
"I'm already getting bullied by your gang. I don't need it from your fangirls." Maka said and turned on her heels for the second time in nine hours. She decided that she'd walk to school.
"Oh come on Maka!" Soul pleaded. He followed her slowly, letting vehicles pass him. "Just get on! You did it before!"
"No. I had no choice. It was night and I could have gotten kidnapped." Soul rolled his eyes.
"As if it couldn't happen… Now!" he said.
"Wow Soul nice going. You're going to attract more…. Fangirls!" Maka screeched as she was lifted onto Soul's bike. Someone shoved a helmet onto her head and strapped her down.
"What the heck!?" Maka yelled. Soul laughed and gripped the bike's handlebars.
"Hold tight, Tiny Tits." He said. "Thanks guys!" he waved to the mob of girls who agreed on helping him before Maka showed up.
"Hold tight? HOLD TIGHT? I'm freaking tied down! Oh tiny tits huh? When I'm untied I going to kick your ass so hard that you'll go to the dentist for stitches and the doctor for a refill!" Soul grinned and leaned forward, head above the handlebars and tuned Maka out the rest of the ride.
When they got to the school's parking lot Soul took her helmet and unstrapped her. She really did mean what she said about kicking him but he didn't need to go anywhere. "Wow Maka. That really hurts." He faked cried.
"Oh shut up." She mumbled and started up the steps to the DWMA. She heard him follow her and she could practically feel his eyes bore holes into her back. When she couldn't take it anymore she whipped around and looked at him. They were finally at the top of the stairs. "Soul, what are you doing?"
"Huh? Oh nothing. Just showing you that I'm not acting like an annoying, abusive, brat." He really remembered last night but he couldn't remember one word that Dr. Stein said.
"Wow, this is how you plan to do it? I admit, you're not being abusive.. but you're still being annoying. Just leave me alone."
"Death Maka! I can't do anything to satisfy you, can I?"
"You say that like you've known me for years." Maka narrowed her eyes.
"Well maybe I feel like I have?" She couldn't help but laugh a bit. "What? That's not funny! I seriously do!"
"Soul!" Maka grinned "Do you even remember what I said?" He nodded. "Then how could you possibly..." she stopped. The look on Soul's face made her freeze. His expression told her that he was being honest with her and that he did actually feel like he knew her. But from a one night talk? That was kinda of a insult.
But maybe she felt the same.
|I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER|
In this story Crona is identified as both she and he. Also did you get the "Death Maka" part? Cause they serve Lord Death, as if he was God... I wanted to do like a Percy Jackson type thing ya know.