Another fic (I've been getting requests lately, which is weird).

[[ 'I just whistled for and called for a taxi and you misheard and thought I wolf whistled at you and shouted "Sexy!" so now you're very pissed and I'm very confused' au ]] requested by senwe (from Tumblr)

"Dammit, I'm late."

Maka tapped her foot on the damp sidewalk, a mistake she should have foreseen as the splash that formed from her tapping dampened her socks. She groaned.

A flash of hope (or at least the headlights of a taxi) blurred her vision for a second. She readied her hands; arms stretched way up high, a choreography she practiced ever since she started living in the city.

All she had to do was whistle and call for the taxi and she would probably only be late for about 5 minutes (8 minutes tops at least; her boss Kidman considered only a symmetrical amount of minutes as being "on time").

Maka breathed in and let out a whistle, waving her arms furiously, trying desperately to catch the driver's attention. She even yelled, "TAXI!"

"OI!"

She thought she saw a ghost as her body went limp. How did that man get there? She was probably on the brink of suffering a terminal disease due to waiting for too long. His hair was freaking white! No normal human (at least a man that age) would have such a large lack of melanin. So was he albino? She couldn't tell.

By the time Maka was busying herself with her inner dialogue, the silver-haired man trudged towards her. This is it, she self-proclaimed in her head, I'm going to die.

"I can't believe a woman like you acquires such rude manners," he spoke. Maka's mouth fell open. The taxi she called only a few minutes ago drove past them, leaving her dejected and late for her 9'o'clock meeting.

"E-excuse me?" she asked. She didn't want to sound rude, but this man was making no sense to her.

He huffed. Maka came to the conclusion that this man was either mistaken or as crazy as her (did he have red eyes?). "You know what you did."

"No, I didn't, sir." Calm down, albino dude, I didn't do anything, she wanted to say. Instead she told herself to calm down.

"You wolf whistled at me," he shook his head as the words poured out of his mouth like poison. She was starting to get worried. She remembered doing nothing of the sort. "And you even called me 'Sexy'."

The silver-haired man pointed at her nose. Maka froze. "You better apologize or I'm gonna have to sue you for sexual abuse."

Her face went blank. So far, this man has got some issues. She didn't want to act too confused, yet her face said it all. "Look, sir, maybe you would like to rest for a bit?" She didn't know if she should hold his shoulders to calm him down or to simply converse with him on a civilized manner.

She sighed. "I apologize for whatever I did to offend you, but I can honestly say that I did nothing like that."

Maka didn't know if he believed her or not, but his eyes looked more composed. Okay, that's a good sign.

"But I heard you a while ago," he said, scratching the back of his head.

She giggled. He was irked, until she replied, "I was whistling for a taxi."

Both stood quiet for a moment. The man surprised Maka by bowing. He seemed to have good manners for someone who accused an innocent woman of sexual abuse.

"Sorry about the misunderstanding, Ma'am."

"Pfft," she covered her mouth. "No need for formalities, please."

"Then may I bother you to take you on a ride to your destination?" the man offered. "It's the least I could do for all the trouble I caused."

"Sounds great," Maka grinned, "but this time, let's not take a taxi."

I actually like this somehow (because for some reason a confused Maka + a pissed off Soul bring me joy).

-SoMaKid.