A/N: This is my first time dabbling with Soul Eater fanfiction, so cut me a little slack if I don't do the characters complete justice. If you have any suggestions, please let me know! I also attempted this as a writing exercise. For some reason all of my stories are written in first person and tried to break the habit in this fic. I know the game is 7 mintues in heaven, but I figured Black*Star would want to play a more extreme version. This is also only the first part. I have half of the last part typed already and should have it up in a day or two. Please review...they make my day! =)
The sound of the door clicking shut was barely audible over the giggles coming from outside. the only light in the room was the dim glow surfacing through the panels of the closet door. Maka kept her eyes to the floor, thinking of how she managed to get her self in this situation in the first place.
**Flashback**
Soul was, once again, using his persuasion powers to convince her to do something that she really did not want to do. "Come on Maka, just loosen up a bit. What's the worst that could happen?" His trademark lopsided grin appeared on his face and Maka was left with no other option that to agree. She followed Soul to the small circle already forming on the floor. The circle was uneven, being composed of mostly girls. A silent sigh of relief escaped her lips, thankful of the rules that accompanied this game. Once all seven teens were positioned, the stipulations were repeated again.
Black*Star, the mastermind of this game, began to speak. "Yahoo! I can't believe everyone agreed to this...especially you Maka!" Maka pulled her hand back, prepared to Maka Chop the boy across the circle from her. Soul reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her from continuing. A blush spread across their cheeks at the contact and they quickly separated.
"This is going to be the best DWMA after party ever! It may even be worthy of a God like me." Liz rolled her eyes dramatically and scolded him, suggesting he start with the stating of the rules. "Alright, rule one! Since we want no guy/guy contact, us men have decided it's unfortunate, but only fair, if we rule out girl/girl as well." The sadness was apparent on his face as continued. "Rule two: There is no backing out. The person you land on will stay with you in the room for 10 minutes, no exceptions! Rule three: You have to kiss your partner at least once. Anything else is extra, but highly recommended!" He winked at the group as everyone rolled their eyes at the perverted "God" in front of them.
Liz stepped up, a giant smirk on her face. "I think Kid should spin first. He did plan the party earlier AND lent us his house to have this get together afterwards." Black*Star smiled and gave his thumbs up in approval.
A look of terror spread across his face as his pale cheeks lit up with a bright blush. He reached a shaky hand forward, letting his slender fingers grasp the end of the bottle. As he was about to spin the bottle, Soul interrupted.
"Wait! Wouldn't it be way more cool if the girls spun the bottle?" Kid's face flooded with relief while Maka looked at her partner with confusion apparent on her features. She responded to his question with her own, inquiring why it would matter who spun first. Soul's smirk returned to his face. "Because then we see what the night would have been liked without the first rule."
This time there was no stopping her patented Maka Chop from connecting with it's target.
"Yahoo! That's a fantastic idea! And since Maka wants to go around hitting my friends, I think she should go first!"
Despite her objections, the group voted and ruled her as the first victim of the closet. This time it was her turn to reach a trembling hand forward, making contact with the coke bottle after what seemed like an eternity. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion as the bottle spun around and around.
When the bottle finally came to a stop, she followed the pointed end to Patty's smiling face. The two girls exchanged mocking seductive winks across the circle, both relieved they wouldn't have to follow through with their results. Both let out a giggle as blood started to gush from the noses of all three boys.
"So, who's up next?" Maka inquired to the group.
Liz rolled her eyes and replied, as if the answer were obvious. "You are. You have to keep spinning until you land on a boy!" Maka huffed a protest but reached down to spin the bottle again. Her eyes squeezed shut, the scene before her too much to bare.
Using all of her efforts, she tried to will the bottle to land on Soul. The constant flirting between the two had lately reached an all-time high. With both students too nervous to make the first move, for fear of rejection and ruining friendships, she believed this would be the perfect opportunity to experience her first kiss. She was pulled from her fantasies when she heard giggles amongst the girls in the group. When the suspense became too much for her, she opened her eyes and allowed them to follow the direction in which the bottle was pointing. When her eyes locked onto those of her chosen mate, a blush flooded to their cheeks.
