Okay so I decided to sort of reboot Only One: A SoMa fanfic because I felt that the writing wasn't as good as it could have been. So yeah with this new relaunch I hope you guys enjoy and remember to review! I don't know what to do or whether to continue otherwise!
The sun sank lazily in the evening sky, the last of its warm rays fading into oblivion. Cool air rushed in as the Nevada desert went from a scorching inferno to a freezing forty degrees. The change in temperature seemed to bother the other passengers on the roaming bus, but it did not affect a certain blonde meister in the slightest.
She welcomed the familiar temperature drop that came with the night in the desert. The chill numbed her on the outside, but with the way the cold kissed her cheekbones as it blew in her face, drifting in through the open window, it was comforting. She almost forgot how the cold, dry desert air made her relax and feel like she wanted to curl up with a blanket draped over her, and just sleep. The faint outline of Death City caught her attention, and she was glad to return home.
Her heart skipped a beat at the word: 'Home. That's right, I'm coming home. I just hope they've forgiven my mistakes.'
It was just a bit past sundown as he reached the outskirts of the strange necropolis. I'm here… finally here. Crimson eyes took in the view of the cool Gothic architecture, and he suddenly felt like the uncool tourists one could find all over New York, looking to the sky rather than what's immediately around them. He didn't care though, because he finally felt free. For once, the weight off his chest was gone, and he felt light as the cold air kissed his cheeks.
He breathed out heavily, which came out as partially a laugh of disbelief. Of course, however, he forgot he was on his bike and braked like mad as he almost hit a really cool black and white Mustang, which was waiting at the red light. It was a 2013 Shelby GT 500, which he recognized from research he did before settling on a Harley Fat Boy for his birthday.
A guy around his age stepped out from the driver's seat and stood up to glare at Soul. The other guy's amber eyes locked onto his own and three white stripes on the left side of his hair, but not the right. Who the hell has that kind of hairstyle anyways? And to think Soul thought his hair stood out.
The bus lurched to a stop, and she opened her eyes to find that they had stopped on Crescent Avenue. She grabbed the one suitcase she had with her from the compartment above her seat. She thanked the bus driver and stepped out, the cold air now hitting her legs, arms, and every other part of skin that was revealed with a vengeance. It took a moment for her to get adjusted to the cold, but as soon as she was she turned around to walk across the street to Death City Storage.
The night shift was almost never busy, and so Maka giggled at the surprise of the guy at the counter when she walked in, asking if all her belonging were still there and strolling along to the garage area with her keys in hand. She almost walked right past her gray Mustang V6, not registering it as her own for a moment. She backed up a few steps as she noticed, and opened the car, tossing the suitcase that had been rolling behind her in the backseat.
Starting the car, she drove out the garage and back to the one place she knew she could crash, Blair's.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Kid shouted, who the hell has the audacity to almost crash into his car with all the Death-damned open road at like 1am?! Liz and Patty came out of the backseat of the car.
"Kid what the hell are you yelling for? Death if I knew that going out to the bar this one time was going to leave you this pissy, then I would've just invited Star over and had the beer delivered home!" Liz said, before turning to the other guy. I could just make out some of his features in the dark, like his white hair and general outline.
It wasn't until a passing car's headlights illuminated the guy's face did he notice his red eyes. Liz and Patty instantly transformed and he rushed forward, causing Soul to be caught off guard. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before turning back to a passive expression. He didn't seem fazed by the look of two guns pointed at him, one to the head, and the other to the heart.
"Who are you?" Kid breathed out dangerously.