HEY GUYYYSS! :D second fanfic! This was inspired by a dare in koyuki321's story soul eater truth or dare (luv that thing! Except everyone wants to murder soul O~Q) But when I saw it my head was filled with magical thoughts! I kinda wanna turn this into a lemon but I always feel way awkward when I write them! Anyway read and tell me if you want a lemon from this ;D (I swear ill try my best) Read, review, and enjoy! :D
Love, Em-Chan!
How did it turn into this? It had all started out so normal! It had been a simple game of truth or dare between the Thompson sisters, Tsubaki, and I. It was the usual stuff; asking who someone liked, daring people to crank call. But NOOOO! Liz just had to take it too far!
FLASHBACK! :D aren't they amazing? X3
"Maka I dare you to wear a French maid costume everywhere you go for a WHOLE WEEK!" Liz smirked, Patti laughed insanely, Tsubaki gasped in shock, and my jaw hit the floor so hard I was pretty sure it would go all the way through.
End flashback );
I stood in front of my full length mirror looking at my reflection. My blonde hair had been let down and curled, "courtesy" of the eldest Thompson sister. The back dress had small puffy short sleeves with a bit of lace on them and the thing was far too short for my liking, on top of it was a lacy white apron. To finish it off I had to wear lacy thigh high stockings and short heels. When I turned I realized that I could see my panties no problem.
"Ugggghhh!" I whined as I faceplanted into my comforter.
"Come on Maka, the sooner you start the sooner its over!" I could practically hear the smugness in Liz's voice. I knew she was right so reluctantly I walked out my door to my friends expectant faces. "Woah….you look hot Maka!" Liz applauded me while Patti squealed "Hot! Hot! Hot!" Tsubaki smiled kindly and nodded fervently in agreement. This couldn't get any worse. But apparently it could because Soul chose that moment to come out of his cave and find out the source of the noise.
"What the hell are you gu—" He stopped dead in his tracks and a dark red blush painted his cheeks. Soul promptly walked back into his room and locked his door.
~Souls point of viiewwww! :D~
I looked over at my alarm clock to see the time; 1:30 PM. What could they possibly be doing at this fucking ungodly hour? Growling I shuffled out of my room only to be met with the sexiest sight I'd ever seen in my 17 years of life; Maka. In a tiny French maid costume. I blushed 50 different shades of red and I could feel my sweatpants become extremely uncomfortable. I swiftly went back the way I came and closed my door securely. A billion thought were running rampant through my head; why the hell was she wearing that damned sexy outfit? Where the hell did she get it in the first place? God when did she get boobs? And was that a red thong she was wearing? I could feel myself getting harder by the second. I groaned and flopped onto my bed, stripping my pants and boxers in the process. I gripped myself tightly and jerked my fist up and down. I kept picturing Maka slowly undressing for me and spreading those long slender legs wide for me. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn't moan as pleasure wracked my body. I sighed in relief, but that damn image of Maka came back and soon I was standing at full attention once again. I slammed my face into my pillows hoping it would just go away. It was going to be a long night.
~TIME SKIIIIPPPPP~
As I walked into the classroom I felt all eyes on me. I walked towards the desks with my head down. I hear a few whistles and cat calls as I make my way over. Upon encountering the stairs I realized I would have a problem, if I lifted my leg a fraction my panties would be visible to the whole room. Not that they weren't now but I didn't want to show them any more than I was already forced to. The guys were staring in anticipation when I felt something warm and soft encircle my waist, Soul's jacket. The boy in question bared his teeth at the onlookers and snarled, causing them to cower in their seats. I smiled gratefully up at him and made my way up to my seat.
"Whats with Maka's outfit?" Black*star asked me while looking my meister up and down. She was absorbed in her notes and completely oblivious to our conversation. I gritted my teeth at the suggestive look in his eyes.
"I dared her to." Liz said as she leaned down to join our conversation. My jaw almost hit the floor. Black*Star high fived Liz.
"I must say that Maka looks beautifully symmetrical in that outfit." Kid beamed. The bell rang and Maka jumped up to gather her things, causing her skirt the fly up. Black*Star whooped and my nose exploded. I recovered quickly only for my eyes to meet a sight that made me see red. Black*Star grabbing under her barely-passing-for-a-skirt-skirt. But before I could shred his ass Maka squealed in fright and decked him with the biggest book in her stack; The Complete Works of Shakespeare. I walked over the assassin who was keeled over on the floor and kicked his side harshly.
"What the hell Soul?" Black*Star croaked out angrily.
"Watch yourself." I practically growled and ran to catch up with Maka. Every boy within a ten mile radius was leering at Maka and she desperately tried to hide from their gazes. My anger spiked again as I snarled ferally and instantly the boys cringed and pretended to be preoccupied with shoving books in their lockers or talking to friends.
Before we got onto the motorcycle I draped my leather jacket over Maka's shoulders.
"Soul?"
"Whatever." When she wrapped her arms around my waist we shot off towards the apartment, cold air whipping around us. When the bike screeched to a halt I jumped off and stomped up the stairs, storming into the apartment, Maka was close behind.
"Soul whats wrong with you?"
"Absolutely nothing!" I slammed my door shut behind me and locked it.
"Soul Eater you do not slam doors in this house!"
"What are you my mom?"
(Quick POV change to narrator!)
Maka pressed herself up against the door and closed her eyes, concentrating on Soul's soul. Soul sensed her actions and couldn't help but let her resonate with him, no matter how frustrated he was. When Maka walked into the black room she wasn't wearing her usual outfit; her hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, her dress was still black but it was tight, strapless, and much shorter than the other one. Soul's jaw, which was previously set in a tight line, dropped.
"What's with the drastic outfit change?" Soul gulped heavily, he felt uncomfortable in the suddenly hot room.
"I figure it'd get your attention."
"You have my full attention."
"Why were you so pissed?" Soul crossed his arms and looked to the side.
"It's nothing." Maka growled and tackled him onto a couch, pinning his arms above his head.
"Bullshit."
WOW I'm so late! And sawy on ending it on that random note I just got really uninspired! Also this is an apology story for not updating my soul eater tangled fic! Sorry you guys! School has been uber hectic and ive got a spelling bee on Saturday and juggling shit isn't my forte PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'll be updating as soon as freakin possible! Probably tonight if I'm lucky ;D Luv you all!